Poems About Freedom Published by Members Recently Online
#freedom
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
21st Jul 2022 12:40pm
21st Jul 2022 12:40pm
Freedom is Back
The waves are hitting seaside rocks
and my vacation's almost over.
I'm trying to heal with salty drops,
carried by the wind's exposure.
Are they adventurers on airy rafts,
or are they just my desperate tears?
Deep inside, I imagine scenery of crafts,
that inspire for a living but who really hears?
In the bus I'm heading to my home,
to slavery of irradiation tasteless,
I am desperate to escape but feel alone;
and this is how I'm stuck yet restless.
Does this job provide a safe tomorrow?
As this is why I never...
and my vacation's almost over.
I'm trying to heal with salty drops,
carried by the wind's exposure.
Are they adventurers on airy rafts,
or are they just my desperate tears?
Deep inside, I imagine scenery of crafts,
that inspire for a living but who really hears?
In the bus I'm heading to my home,
to slavery of irradiation tasteless,
I am desperate to escape but feel alone;
and this is how I'm stuck yet restless.
Does this job provide a safe tomorrow?
As this is why I never...
#happiness
#courage
#freedom
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
545 reads
17 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
21st Jul 2022 12:40pm
21st Jul 2022 12:40pm
Freedom is Back
The waves are hitting seaside rocks
and my vacation's almost over.
I'm trying to heal with salty drops,
carried by the wind's exposure.
Are they adventurers on airy rafts,
or are they just my desperate tears?
Deep inside, I imagine scenery of crafts,
that inspire for a living but who really hears?
In the bus I'm heading to my home,
to slavery of irradiation tasteless,
I am desperate to escape but feel alone;
and this is how I'm stuck yet restless.
Does this job provide a safe tomorrow?
As this is why I never...
and my vacation's almost over.
I'm trying to heal with salty drops,
carried by the wind's exposure.
Are they adventurers on airy rafts,
or are they just my desperate tears?
Deep inside, I imagine scenery of crafts,
that inspire for a living but who really hears?
In the bus I'm heading to my home,
to slavery of irradiation tasteless,
I am desperate to escape but feel alone;
and this is how I'm stuck yet restless.
Does this job provide a safe tomorrow?
As this is why I never...
#happiness
#courage
#freedom
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
545 reads
17 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
21st Jul 2022 12:40pm
21st Jul 2022 12:40pm
Freedom is Back
The waves are hitting seaside rocks
and my vacation's almost over.
I'm trying to heal with salty drops,
carried by the wind's exposure.
Are they adventurers on airy rafts,
or are they just my desperate tears?
Deep inside, I imagine scenery of crafts,
that inspire for a living but who really hears?
In the bus I'm heading to my home,
to slavery of irradiation tasteless,
I am desperate to escape but feel alone;
and this is how I'm stuck yet restless.
Does this job provide a safe tomorrow?
As this is why I never...
and my vacation's almost over.
I'm trying to heal with salty drops,
carried by the wind's exposure.
Are they adventurers on airy rafts,
or are they just my desperate tears?
Deep inside, I imagine scenery of crafts,
that inspire for a living but who really hears?
In the bus I'm heading to my home,
to slavery of irradiation tasteless,
I am desperate to escape but feel alone;
and this is how I'm stuck yet restless.
Does this job provide a safe tomorrow?
As this is why I never...
#happiness
#courage
#freedom
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
545 reads
17 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
21st Jul 2022 12:40pm
21st Jul 2022 12:40pm
Freedom is Back
The waves are hitting seaside rocks
and my vacation's almost over.
I'm trying to heal with salty drops,
carried by the wind's exposure.
Are they adventurers on airy rafts,
or are they just my desperate tears?
Deep inside, I imagine scenery of crafts,
that inspire for a living but who really hears?
In the bus I'm heading to my home,
to slavery of irradiation tasteless,
I am desperate to escape but feel alone;
and this is how I'm stuck yet restless.
Does this job provide a safe tomorrow?
As this is why I never...
and my vacation's almost over.
I'm trying to heal with salty drops,
carried by the wind's exposure.
Are they adventurers on airy rafts,
or are they just my desperate tears?
Deep inside, I imagine scenery of crafts,
that inspire for a living but who really hears?
In the bus I'm heading to my home,
to slavery of irradiation tasteless,
I am desperate to escape but feel alone;
and this is how I'm stuck yet restless.
Does this job provide a safe tomorrow?
As this is why I never...
#happiness
#courage
#freedom
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
545 reads
17 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
21st Jul 2022 12:40pm
21st Jul 2022 12:40pm
Freedom is Back
The waves are hitting seaside rocks
and my vacation's almost over.
I'm trying to heal with salty drops,
carried by the wind's exposure.
Are they adventurers on airy rafts,
or are they just my desperate tears?
Deep inside, I imagine scenery of crafts,
that inspire for a living but who really hears?
In the bus I'm heading to my home,
to slavery of irradiation tasteless,
I am desperate to escape but feel alone;
and this is how I'm stuck yet restless.
Does this job provide a safe tomorrow?
As this is why I never...
and my vacation's almost over.
I'm trying to heal with salty drops,
carried by the wind's exposure.
Are they adventurers on airy rafts,
or are they just my desperate tears?
Deep inside, I imagine scenery of crafts,
that inspire for a living but who really hears?
In the bus I'm heading to my home,
to slavery of irradiation tasteless,
I am desperate to escape but feel alone;
and this is how I'm stuck yet restless.
Does this job provide a safe tomorrow?
As this is why I never...
#happiness
#courage
#freedom
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
545 reads
17 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 1:28pm
29th Nov 2024 1:28pm
Coaching Coursing
Lots of leadership, little joy,
in the trenches of bureaucracy.
Forced smiles, empty looks,
in a sea of orders, lost dreams.
Endless meetings,
unrealistic goals,
constant pressure,
brutal burdens.
Where did the lightness
of being go?
Between spreadsheets,
no one can see.
Hours and hours
for no reason,
Walls echoe with frustration.
Creativity under lock and key.
The soul cries for freedom.
Forgotten in a dark corner,
talents are lost on the wall.
Bosses...
in the trenches of bureaucracy.
Forced smiles, empty looks,
in a sea of orders, lost dreams.
Endless meetings,
unrealistic goals,
constant pressure,
brutal burdens.
Where did the lightness
of being go?
Between spreadsheets,
no one can see.
Hours and hours
for no reason,
Walls echoe with frustration.
Creativity under lock and key.
The soul cries for freedom.
Forgotten in a dark corner,
talents are lost on the wall.
Bosses...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#job
#prison
72 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 1:28pm
29th Nov 2024 1:28pm
Coaching Coursing
Lots of leadership, little joy,
in the trenches of bureaucracy.
Forced smiles, empty looks,
in a sea of orders, lost dreams.
Endless meetings,
unrealistic goals,
constant pressure,
brutal burdens.
Where did the lightness
of being go?
Between spreadsheets,
no one can see.
Hours and hours
for no reason,
Walls echoe with frustration.
Creativity under lock and key.
The soul cries for freedom.
Forgotten in a dark corner,
talents are lost on the wall.
Bosses...
in the trenches of bureaucracy.
Forced smiles, empty looks,
in a sea of orders, lost dreams.
Endless meetings,
unrealistic goals,
constant pressure,
brutal burdens.
Where did the lightness
of being go?
Between spreadsheets,
no one can see.
Hours and hours
for no reason,
Walls echoe with frustration.
Creativity under lock and key.
The soul cries for freedom.
Forgotten in a dark corner,
talents are lost on the wall.
Bosses...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#job
#prison
72 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 1:28pm
29th Nov 2024 1:28pm
Coaching Coursing
Lots of leadership, little joy,
in the trenches of bureaucracy.
Forced smiles, empty looks,
in a sea of orders, lost dreams.
Endless meetings,
unrealistic goals,
constant pressure,
brutal burdens.
Where did the lightness
of being go?
Between spreadsheets,
no one can see.
Hours and hours
for no reason,
Walls echoe with frustration.
Creativity under lock and key.
The soul cries for freedom.
Forgotten in a dark corner,
talents are lost on the wall.
Bosses...
in the trenches of bureaucracy.
Forced smiles, empty looks,
in a sea of orders, lost dreams.
Endless meetings,
unrealistic goals,
constant pressure,
brutal burdens.
Where did the lightness
of being go?
Between spreadsheets,
no one can see.
Hours and hours
for no reason,
Walls echoe with frustration.
Creativity under lock and key.
The soul cries for freedom.
Forgotten in a dark corner,
talents are lost on the wall.
Bosses...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#job
#prison
72 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 1:28pm
29th Nov 2024 1:28pm
Coaching Coursing
Lots of leadership, little joy,
in the trenches of bureaucracy.
Forced smiles, empty looks,
in a sea of orders, lost dreams.
Endless meetings,
unrealistic goals,
constant pressure,
brutal burdens.
Where did the lightness
of being go?
Between spreadsheets,
no one can see.
Hours and hours
for no reason,
Walls echoe with frustration.
Creativity under lock and key.
The soul cries for freedom.
Forgotten in a dark corner,
talents are lost on the wall.
Bosses...
in the trenches of bureaucracy.
Forced smiles, empty looks,
in a sea of orders, lost dreams.
Endless meetings,
unrealistic goals,
constant pressure,
brutal burdens.
Where did the lightness
of being go?
Between spreadsheets,
no one can see.
Hours and hours
for no reason,
Walls echoe with frustration.
Creativity under lock and key.
The soul cries for freedom.
Forgotten in a dark corner,
talents are lost on the wall.
Bosses...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#job
#prison
72 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 1:28pm
29th Nov 2024 1:28pm
Coaching Coursing
Lots of leadership, little joy,
in the trenches of bureaucracy.
Forced smiles, empty looks,
in a sea of orders, lost dreams.
Endless meetings,
unrealistic goals,
constant pressure,
brutal burdens.
Where did the lightness
of being go?
Between spreadsheets,
no one can see.
Hours and hours
for no reason,
Walls echoe with frustration.
Creativity under lock and key.
The soul cries for freedom.
Forgotten in a dark corner,
talents are lost on the wall.
Bosses...
in the trenches of bureaucracy.
Forced smiles, empty looks,
in a sea of orders, lost dreams.
Endless meetings,
unrealistic goals,
constant pressure,
brutal burdens.
Where did the lightness
of being go?
Between spreadsheets,
no one can see.
Hours and hours
for no reason,
Walls echoe with frustration.
Creativity under lock and key.
The soul cries for freedom.
Forgotten in a dark corner,
talents are lost on the wall.
Bosses...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#job
#prison
72 reads
4 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
26th Jan 2023 2:41am
26th Jan 2023 2:41am
On Singing
Step up to the mic.
Open the box and let the birds fly.
Don't listen until they've gone.
Open the box and let the birds fly.
Don't listen until they've gone.
#music
#freedom
#SelfDiscovery #emotions
#SelfDiscovery #emotions
369 reads
19 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
26th Jan 2023 2:41am
26th Jan 2023 2:41am
On Singing
Step up to the mic.
Open the box and let the birds fly.
Don't listen until they've gone.
Open the box and let the birds fly.
Don't listen until they've gone.
#music
#freedom
#SelfDiscovery #emotions
#SelfDiscovery #emotions
369 reads
19 Comments
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