Poems about Freedom
#freedom
Poems about freedom and what it means to truly be free. Poetry about having the freedom to act, speak, and think as you want, and what it means when those rights are taken away. Poetry about situations and parts of the world where people have to fight for their freedom. Also, poetry about freeing yourself from a difficult past.
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 10:25pm
13th Jan 2025 10:25pm
"written in the stars"
they'd always say, "god" doesn't make mistakes...."; I'd always think- "what is this place?" those long ago "yesterdays" I'd never think I'd think of death so much and in such a way that I do now adays....
life certainly prepares one- one way or another for that final day.... the way one used to fear that expiration date-all the things one must go through/tolerate....now.... it all makes so much sense to embrace- even if it means no more "sense of wake" in any state....
this place here and now-...
life certainly prepares one- one way or another for that final day.... the way one used to fear that expiration date-all the things one must go through/tolerate....now.... it all makes so much sense to embrace- even if it means no more "sense of wake" in any state....
this place here and now-...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#humankind
#depression
132 reads
APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 7:12pm
11th Jan 2025 7:12pm
When Wolves Sing
-
The wolves have come back
they always come back
scratching at the door
howls echoing deep within
something feral responding in need
I have always known
I am not alone
my whole life listening
to the music of their songs
and for a short time
until their voices fall still
I am free
The wolves have come back
singing in harmony
my guts twisting with need
puking undigested the breeding of me
set me free!
from the dog collar of...
The wolves have come back
they always come back
scratching at the door
howls echoing deep within
something feral responding in need
I have always known
I am not alone
my whole life listening
to the music of their songs
and for a short time
until their voices fall still
I am free
The wolves have come back
singing in harmony
my guts twisting with need
puking undigested the breeding of me
set me free!
from the dog collar of...
#freedom
#redemption
#spiritual #strength
#spiritual #strength
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 12:17pm
11th Jan 2025 12:17pm
I won't rest
In life I was silenced
never free by those individuals who didn't respect me
In death
I won't rest
Feelings I will express
Agitated
Retaliation Prosecution
Vindication Exoneration
I'm free
never free by those individuals who didn't respect me
In death
I won't rest
Feelings I will express
Agitated
Retaliation Prosecution
Vindication Exoneration
I'm free
#freedom
#revenge
#rhyming #silence
#rhyming #silence
111 reads
9 Comments
AmyMMosier
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 00:49am
9th Jan 2025 00:49am
City lights, city lights -
City lights, city lights –
Look at all the city lights!
Some are red, some are blue –
Some light up a roof –
Such are our summer nights.
A therapeutic wind blows
As I dare to look below
At the freeway steadily
Moving as an artery
By the bright headlight glow.
From such a great height
In the lateness of the night –
A thrill to my young heart
I feel before we must part.
What wondrous city lights!
Look at all the city lights!
Some are red, some are blue –
Some light up a roof –
Such are our summer nights.
A therapeutic wind blows
As I dare to look below
At the freeway steadily
Moving as an artery
By the bright headlight glow.
From such a great height
In the lateness of the night –
A thrill to my young heart
I feel before we must part.
What wondrous city lights!
#freedom
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 6:12am
5th Jan 2025 6:12am
reoccurring mortal thoughts
I can't help but often think to myself- the thought of this likely being the one and only life there is that one will ever...."live".... godamn .... godamn.... wtf?
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#LifeCycle
#honesty
103 reads
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 5:56am
5th Jan 2025 5:56am
A fantasy- "brought to life"-"bought and paid for"
a thin line between "fantasy" and "reality"- in certain instances it seems- where there's a will there's a way- but the "price to pay" could be a "debt/depth that's deep" if at all granted- or so it seems;
every one isn't afforded that "fantastical reality"- where that tape exceeds to infinity-one inserted personally into a personal silver screen that only you get first hand to see; a mind at ease? a legitimate peace? sounds like a wonder land to me- seldom a soul would ever truly see-
in...
every one isn't afforded that "fantastical reality"- where that tape exceeds to infinity-one inserted personally into a personal silver screen that only you get first hand to see; a mind at ease? a legitimate peace? sounds like a wonder land to me- seldom a soul would ever truly see-
in...
#escape
#freedom
#philosophical
#lust
#temptation
91 reads
darkcloud68
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 1:01am
4th Jan 2025 1:01am
Skin Talk
In America my skin is my rope, every melinated fiber of it , society stretches it around my throat. My enemies wear hatred like a coat.
My people became a American nightmare floating on a boat. Slavery was only emancipated, in the deceptions written in their quotes.
Burning crosses lighting the images of evil laughing ghost. Moses shouting let my people go, pharaoh said murder, every first born son, so their population would not grow.
My people shouting let freedom ring. And in trees in the summer breeze.Tearful ebony eyes watched freedom swing.
...
My people became a American nightmare floating on a boat. Slavery was only emancipated, in the deceptions written in their quotes.
Burning crosses lighting the images of evil laughing ghost. Moses shouting let my people go, pharaoh said murder, every first born son, so their population would not grow.
My people shouting let freedom ring. And in trees in the summer breeze.Tearful ebony eyes watched freedom swing.
...
#corruption
#freedom
#HumanRights
#ignorance
#inequality
148 reads
2 Comments
Naajir
Bumped 28th Dec 2024 11:01pm
21st Jun 2018 9:37am
21st Jun 2018 9:37am
Erotica Or Else
#lust
#erotic
#politics #freedom
#politics #freedom
1034 reads
8 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 1:35pm
28th Dec 2024 1:35pm
~for, in the breath & hope of freedom, I live I die..
viz: freedom
#freedom
#lion
#love #nature
#love #nature
145 reads
3 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 11:15am
26th Dec 2024 11:15am
I'm Not A Little Girl Anymore, Dad!
You're always telling
me what to do, Dad!
But no more because
I allowed myself to
pose topless in front
of this photographer
no matter what type
of garbage you keep
on force feeding me!
me what to do, Dad!
But no more because
I allowed myself to
pose topless in front
of this photographer
no matter what type
of garbage you keep
on force feeding me!
#dialogue
#fiction
#freedom
#FreeVerse
#sex
142 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 3:40pm
23rd Dec 2024 3:40pm
~bhakti yoga in all it’s rasas.. the liberation in love
viz: bhakti
#fire
#freedom
#love
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
198 reads
6 Comments
Pepperdust
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 3:29am
22nd Dec 2024 3:29am
Epitome of Now
I wish I knew how to paint, so I could print this moment outside of this bed and others could see and feel what I'm experiencing.
There's nothing here but everything compressed inside a tiny moment that will fade in the morning. Still, it is beautiful.
The shape of your lips, the texture of your skin, your smell, your taste, our absolutely intimate casuality.
It's nice to know that I can love something without romanticizing, that I can feel you penetrate my soul while my body is intact, that I can be ok with the no disclosure because the act was never a play meant...
There's nothing here but everything compressed inside a tiny moment that will fade in the morning. Still, it is beautiful.
The shape of your lips, the texture of your skin, your smell, your taste, our absolutely intimate casuality.
It's nice to know that I can love something without romanticizing, that I can feel you penetrate my soul while my body is intact, that I can be ok with the no disclosure because the act was never a play meant...
#freedom
#sensual
122 reads
3 Comments
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