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.
wallyroo92
Bumped 28th Jan 2025 7:40pm
12th Sep 2019 1:01am
12th Sep 2019 1:01am
Immersed
Immersed
#travel
#freedom
#escape #reading
#escape #reading
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 8:06pm
25th Jan 2025 8:06pm
Freedom
He craves her freedom.
The skies!
The oceans!
Like drops of water!
She smells like iodine.
The skies!
The oceans!
Like drops of water!
She smells like iodine.
#freedom
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 1:09am
25th Jan 2025 1:09am
"free spirit" "trapped soul"
if life after death were a thing- it explains all the pain; how one's not in this thing for material gains;
how one feels everything to the point that it drives one insane;
if life after death were a thing- and I've been born once a again- different face- different whole everything- what mess that would be-what a cringe;
as I lay in my bed I just think- would've been better if I never had entered this.... thing that one wings- how I'd wish I had wings- and a place unlike earth where "death's" not a thing....
...
how one feels everything to the point that it drives one insane;
if life after death were a thing- and I've been born once a again- different face- different whole everything- what mess that would be-what a cringe;
as I lay in my bed I just think- would've been better if I never had entered this.... thing that one wings- how I'd wish I had wings- and a place unlike earth where "death's" not a thing....
...
#escape
#freedom
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 3:06am
24th Jan 2025 3:06am
"psychedelic" riddles
it's clear; outside my window- it's always raining out there; sometimes visitors appear in my dream; so what then happens?- get a load of this neat "jacket" I wear(being guarded)-from "the outside- out there"- though only in my dreams sometimes my arms are free....
sometimes I treat my dreams like- they're not even dreams; sometimes, I treat my dreams like i'm- still "out there"- in that pit of despair most call "reality"; where treatment truly would be needed for one's psyche....
behind the...
sometimes I treat my dreams like- they're not even dreams; sometimes, I treat my dreams like i'm- still "out there"- in that pit of despair most call "reality"; where treatment truly would be needed for one's psyche....
behind the...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
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Kementic1
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 5:36pm
23rd Jan 2025 5:36pm
The I.C.E. Man Cometh*
I am not talking about Jerry Butler’s song
but the real fear illegal aliens face all day long
Hanging over them like the sword of Damocles is the threat of deportation
from our ungrateful nation
Because of Racial indifference as in O’Neil’s play
which is our “reality” here in America today
The System uses the law to mask hate
and to slow down the USA’s eventual fate
Because come 2040 the US will no longer have a White majority
and the tables will turn in favor of the current POC minority
With the end of...
but the real fear illegal aliens face all day long
Hanging over them like the sword of Damocles is the threat of deportation
from our ungrateful nation
Because of Racial indifference as in O’Neil’s play
which is our “reality” here in America today
The System uses the law to mask hate
and to slow down the USA’s eventual fate
Because come 2040 the US will no longer have a White majority
and the tables will turn in favor of the current POC minority
With the end of...
#freedom
#HumanRights
#politics
#power
#racism
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Mercurial
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 1:02pm
22nd Jan 2025 1:02pm
Lamentations
It was morning when I fell upon a rock,
I found myself torn, almost split in half.
Training every day to be highly skilled,
Unaware that I left the house's bolts for someone else with the spanner.
They say, "Travel to see the world, for it's not a circle,"
But roam too much, and you might turn into a fool.
My folks say being consistent is the key,
Yet even standing up comes with its own fee.
Those in the game think they're showing us the light,
But they're the very source of all the chaos we fight.
"Do this, do...
I found myself torn, almost split in half.
Training every day to be highly skilled,
Unaware that I left the house's bolts for someone else with the spanner.
They say, "Travel to see the world, for it's not a circle,"
But roam too much, and you might turn into a fool.
My folks say being consistent is the key,
Yet even standing up comes with its own fee.
Those in the game think they're showing us the light,
But they're the very source of all the chaos we fight.
"Do this, do...
#freedom
#identity
#morality #TruthOfLife
#morality #TruthOfLife
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 10:24am
22nd Jan 2025 10:24am
After Her Burial
When I reach into your pocket
That's when I lose control
I can feel your crotch and how wet you are
Nobody knows freedom until you orgasm
My place or yours?
My place has a better view of the old oak tree that you worship
C'mon let's go
That's ok that your one with the trees, I get it
After we fuck and experience freedom, we can climb that tree to the top
Reality will creep back into our lives again
We hate it!
We need to experience euphoria in our own utopia... forever
If you reach the top before me, make a wish and then jump ...
That's when I lose control
I can feel your crotch and how wet you are
Nobody knows freedom until you orgasm
My place or yours?
My place has a better view of the old oak tree that you worship
C'mon let's go
That's ok that your one with the trees, I get it
After we fuck and experience freedom, we can climb that tree to the top
Reality will creep back into our lives again
We hate it!
We need to experience euphoria in our own utopia... forever
If you reach the top before me, make a wish and then jump ...
#apathy
#freedom
#sex #suicide
#sex #suicide
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Glaxian
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 2:22am
16th Jan 2025 2:22am
Final countdown
Killing field in party town nothing sacred burn it down
Loot the stores, burn the cop cars innocence lost in this town
Drug wars spill in off the street into a little girls sleep
Wars are fought and mothers weep for the sons poured out too cheap
Planes and cars and murder vests to fill the quotas of death
Theft and murder rule the streets that pay the price of our meth
Children die before they are born to parents having fun
Wealthy rapist, name over the door, caught in the long run
Broken promises, lies and deceit it's just...
Loot the stores, burn the cop cars innocence lost in this town
Drug wars spill in off the street into a little girls sleep
Wars are fought and mothers weep for the sons poured out too cheap
Planes and cars and murder vests to fill the quotas of death
Theft and murder rule the streets that pay the price of our meth
Children die before they are born to parents having fun
Wealthy rapist, name over the door, caught in the long run
Broken promises, lies and deceit it's just...
#apocalypse
#dystopian
#freedom
#frustration
#risk
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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
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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
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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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