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.
goldenmyst
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 2:41am
2nd Mar 2021 2:41am
Rainbow Gathering
Rainbow Gathering
The northern hills loom lyrically in windy wild abandon rising like humpback whales under Arcadian skies. Martha leaps out of the car and into the pool of light. There a grey-haired man lies in a lawn chair. Martha lunges at him and interrogates with, “What are ya’ll doing out here?”
His visage folds like a deck of cards. “I’m just chilling and eating a peanut butter sandwich.”
Huddled hippies gather, refugees from capitalism. A beautiful gypsy girl stops to greet us offering us repast in our lonely trek through life. We share a meal with her...
The northern hills loom lyrically in windy wild abandon rising like humpback whales under Arcadian skies. Martha leaps out of the car and into the pool of light. There a grey-haired man lies in a lawn chair. Martha lunges at him and interrogates with, “What are ya’ll doing out here?”
His visage folds like a deck of cards. “I’m just chilling and eating a peanut butter sandwich.”
Huddled hippies gather, refugees from capitalism. A beautiful gypsy girl stops to greet us offering us repast in our lonely trek through life. We share a meal with her...
#love
#marriage
#forest
#nature
#freedom
414 reads
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anewpoet
William Fox
William Fox
Poem Published
27th Feb 2021 00:10am
27th Feb 2021 00:10am
Victims Of Psychopathy
The entire human race has been
the Victims of gross psychopathy
for many centuries...our true history
our true self our true being our
true future all of these have been
grossly misrepresented and stolen
from We the People and this gross
Psychopathy that has been used
to rob We the People of the truth
and to bring us as much pain and
unhappiness as possible is very
real and our worst enemy on Earth
the Victims of gross psychopathy
for many centuries...our true history
our true self our true being our
true future all of these have been
grossly misrepresented and stolen
from We the People and this gross
Psychopathy that has been used
to rob We the People of the truth
and to bring us as much pain and
unhappiness as possible is very
real and our worst enemy on Earth
#identity
#freedom
#culture
#morality
#tradition
294 reads
6 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
25th Feb 2021 3:21am
25th Feb 2021 3:21am
morality
those who do not
question the actions
of civil authority
are complicit
in the abuses
and the atrocities
committed by
that society
question the actions
of civil authority
are complicit
in the abuses
and the atrocities
committed by
that society
#corruption
#oppression
#freedom
#HumanRights
#deception
608 reads
23 Comments
cold_fusion
Poem Published
25th Feb 2021 2:54am
25th Feb 2021 2:54am
liberty
.cast out
the outcast
realised
liberation
after
prolonged
delibration
love, bounds
and binds
yet
there exists
a space-time
there
too
how dumb.
listlessness
just a side, effect
of the birth
of freedom.
the outcast
realised
liberation
after
prolonged
delibration
love, bounds
and binds
yet
there exists
a space-time
there
too
how dumb.
listlessness
just a side, effect
of the birth
of freedom.
#LifeChangingMoment
#freedom
#philosophical
484 reads
Alviola
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2021 3:31pm
23rd Feb 2021 3:31pm
An Off-course Wind
She wore bad manners, the sort
granted by age and eminence
She broke into the house one sticky
noon and pirouetted on my table
And she delighted at our chimes
And tried herself against lamps and frames
and annoyed she turned to me:
she had tales and dust of miles
and sadly resting
sang of love and protégés unfaithful
and she disliked the people with me
who would not greet her
And I drank of this unraveling
then gruffly she turned
but...
granted by age and eminence
She broke into the house one sticky
noon and pirouetted on my table
And she delighted at our chimes
And tried herself against lamps and frames
and annoyed she turned to me:
she had tales and dust of miles
and sadly resting
sang of love and protégés unfaithful
and she disliked the people with me
who would not greet her
And I drank of this unraveling
then gruffly she turned
but...
#freedom
#escape
580 reads
7 Comments
Geistgutz
hayden
hayden
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2021 2:25pm
23rd Feb 2021 2:25pm
goodbye to a world
crumbling to dust,
this corrupt system is nothing to us.
Waiting for freedom,
Waiting for time,
Kicking the bucket,
they still keep lying.
"we care for you all" they say with a twist,
we know they are faking,
shaking their fists.
Authority is nothing,
we live under "justice"
as the world falls over,
to a corrupt system of bliss.
We pretend to agree,
so we dont get killed.
we fight for our rights,
which fills us with thrills.
As the system falls down.
we own the town
...
this corrupt system is nothing to us.
Waiting for freedom,
Waiting for time,
Kicking the bucket,
they still keep lying.
"we care for you all" they say with a twist,
we know they are faking,
shaking their fists.
Authority is nothing,
we live under "justice"
as the world falls over,
to a corrupt system of bliss.
We pretend to agree,
so we dont get killed.
we fight for our rights,
which fills us with thrills.
As the system falls down.
we own the town
...
#corruption
#politics
#racism
#freedom
#HumanRights
339 reads
1 Comment
gardenlover
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2021 4:22pm
22nd Feb 2021 4:22pm
Easter Bunny
I yearn an Easter bunny
To spice my life in spring
Winter celibacy is over
Time to start to swing
We'll gambol in the clover
Go swimming in the nude
When the party's over
To bed and get screwed.
To spice my life in spring
Winter celibacy is over
Time to start to swing
We'll gambol in the clover
Go swimming in the nude
When the party's over
To bed and get screwed.
#Easter
#freedom
511 reads
4 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
20th Feb 2021 11:15pm
20th Feb 2021 11:15pm
DARING TO BE ME ( # 8 )
BOUNDARIES
As I gaze around me,
regardless of the context
of the place or the
people, I always
SEE
BOUNDARIES.
Yes, some of them,
such as traffic laws,
protect my safety;
banking laws protect,
most of the time,
my savings and investments.
Then there are those
rules and laws created
by none judges and legislators
who try to create boundaries for
MY LIFE.
Boundaries that try to keep
me within the fences they
think are best, for example.
of my sexual activities and
preferences in...
As I gaze around me,
regardless of the context
of the place or the
people, I always
SEE
BOUNDARIES.
Yes, some of them,
such as traffic laws,
protect my safety;
banking laws protect,
most of the time,
my savings and investments.
Then there are those
rules and laws created
by none judges and legislators
who try to create boundaries for
MY LIFE.
Boundaries that try to keep
me within the fences they
think are best, for example.
of my sexual activities and
preferences in...
#BDSM
#freedom
#meditation
#responsibility
#passion
355 reads
8 Comments
Mountainriverman
Poem Published
20th Feb 2021 7:14pm
20th Feb 2021 7:14pm
No party but anarchy
bblllaaaahhhh!!!
don't get me wrong
I get what your saying
you like your freedom of speech
well its ok to hate the right wing
but you're up in arms if you speak ill towards the left
thats not freedom its still fascism
just on a different side
I'm not pleased by the 2 popular parties
id like to see em burn to the ground
and start all over with just freedom
equality and choice
to live this life how you want
I dont care your race, sex, religious or political views
just dont force it on everyone
to each...
don't get me wrong
I get what your saying
you like your freedom of speech
well its ok to hate the right wing
but you're up in arms if you speak ill towards the left
thats not freedom its still fascism
just on a different side
I'm not pleased by the 2 popular parties
id like to see em burn to the ground
and start all over with just freedom
equality and choice
to live this life how you want
I dont care your race, sex, religious or political views
just dont force it on everyone
to each...
#politics
#freedom
#morality
352 reads
0 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
20th Feb 2021 1:06pm
20th Feb 2021 1:06pm
Weep Freedom
the harvest moon
bright, high up the sky
casts light and shadows
she stands still
home where her life is
wishing she could leave
shackles borne by the unloved
in a union of convenience
arranged by beloved family
she hopes for freedom
someday perhaps, gods be kind
when he leaves of own accord
bright, high up the sky
casts light and shadows
she stands still
home where her life is
wishing she could leave
shackles borne by the unloved
in a union of convenience
arranged by beloved family
she hopes for freedom
someday perhaps, gods be kind
when he leaves of own accord
#depression
#freedom
331 reads
4 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
18th Feb 2021 4:00am
18th Feb 2021 4:00am
existential
a lit match depends on gasoline; a body depends on energy; but I'd like to run with no need to breathe; I'd like to take flight cross each country without being seen;
without the "luxury" of human being; but the discovery of a fleshfree stream; with infinite possibilities; a genuine peace; an overwhelming happy
without the "luxury" of human being; but the discovery of a fleshfree stream; with infinite possibilities; a genuine peace; an overwhelming happy
#spiritual
#freedom
267 reads
cabcool
Poem Published
12th Feb 2021 6:39pm
12th Feb 2021 6:39pm
pass me not
A song of freedom and hope for everyone everywhere in the world
who feels oppressed by the misdeeds of others
-i-
pass me not
like a shadow
at your feet
to trample en route
to your high horses
or lofty mountains.
acknowledge me
before the sun burns out,
before the rocks cry out
beyond a shadow’s doubt.
i am the souls of black folk,
essential ebony
that melts the irony
of freedom wearing chains.
of pavements
choked on...
who feels oppressed by the misdeeds of others
-i-
pass me not
like a shadow
at your feet
to trample en route
to your high horses
or lofty mountains.
acknowledge me
before the sun burns out,
before the rocks cry out
beyond a shadow’s doubt.
i am the souls of black folk,
essential ebony
that melts the irony
of freedom wearing chains.
of pavements
choked on...
#oppression
#freedom
#redemption
#escape
#inequality
611 reads
7 Comments
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