Poems About Freedom Published by Members Recently Online
#freedom
Against the rain(reign)
Holding up a tent against the rain
Buckets flooding in try to save the food
Wetness pouring in push the rain to the river
Take me to your servant pull up bozi you’ll get cramps in the water
Morning rises rain realizes and recedes
Dancing with good music
Cry again and cry again feel the rhythm
Of Kinshasa thank you for your attention
It’s the other friends turn keep the rain away
Here it comes again wring out my wet clothes
Wind howling tarps flying away
Hold on tight can’t...
Buckets flooding in try to save the food
Wetness pouring in push the rain to the river
Take me to your servant pull up bozi you’ll get cramps in the water
Morning rises rain realizes and recedes
Dancing with good music
Cry again and cry again feel the rhythm
Of Kinshasa thank you for your attention
It’s the other friends turn keep the rain away
Here it comes again wring out my wet clothes
Wind howling tarps flying away
Hold on tight can’t...
#corruption
#freedom
#greed #politics
#greed #politics
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Against the rain(reign)
Holding up a tent against the rain
Buckets flooding in try to save the food
Wetness pouring in push the rain to the river
Take me to your servant pull up bozi you’ll get cramps in the water
Morning rises rain realizes and recedes
Dancing with good music
Cry again and cry again feel the rhythm
Of Kinshasa thank you for your attention
It’s the other friends turn keep the rain away
Here it comes again wring out my wet clothes
Wind howling tarps flying away
Hold on tight can’t...
Buckets flooding in try to save the food
Wetness pouring in push the rain to the river
Take me to your servant pull up bozi you’ll get cramps in the water
Morning rises rain realizes and recedes
Dancing with good music
Cry again and cry again feel the rhythm
Of Kinshasa thank you for your attention
It’s the other friends turn keep the rain away
Here it comes again wring out my wet clothes
Wind howling tarps flying away
Hold on tight can’t...
#corruption
#freedom
#greed #politics
#greed #politics
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Against the rain(reign)
Holding up a tent against the rain
Buckets flooding in try to save the food
Wetness pouring in push the rain to the river
Take me to your servant pull up bozi you’ll get cramps in the water
Morning rises rain realizes and recedes
Dancing with good music
Cry again and cry again feel the rhythm
Of Kinshasa thank you for your attention
It’s the other friends turn keep the rain away
Here it comes again wring out my wet clothes
Wind howling tarps flying away
Hold on tight can’t...
Buckets flooding in try to save the food
Wetness pouring in push the rain to the river
Take me to your servant pull up bozi you’ll get cramps in the water
Morning rises rain realizes and recedes
Dancing with good music
Cry again and cry again feel the rhythm
Of Kinshasa thank you for your attention
It’s the other friends turn keep the rain away
Here it comes again wring out my wet clothes
Wind howling tarps flying away
Hold on tight can’t...
#corruption
#freedom
#greed #politics
#greed #politics
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Godspeed, Fellow Writer's
Propaganda got emotions running hot
Misinformation crowds an angry stage
Seems the internet can cause brain rot
Inciting the masses with constant rage
Help me understand how we got here
Political puppets are deciding our fate
It’s not a mere illusion it’s more severe
Wealthy families fighting over the gate
I’m sorry fellow poets/poetesses I had every intention of writing this poem. Maybe I did write it, maybe it’s not meant to be what I call finished.
My muse has other ideas in mind. She always gets her way, and she is...
Misinformation crowds an angry stage
Seems the internet can cause brain rot
Inciting the masses with constant rage
Help me understand how we got here
Political puppets are deciding our fate
It’s not a mere illusion it’s more severe
Wealthy families fighting over the gate
I’m sorry fellow poets/poetesses I had every intention of writing this poem. Maybe I did write it, maybe it’s not meant to be what I call finished.
My muse has other ideas in mind. She always gets her way, and she is...
#freedom
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Entitle(d)ment
Meanwhile in another (W)alternate universe...
And when the Great voice was heard over the loudspeakers
The declaration of a free society had been rightly proclaimed
So from the eccentric tycoon to the common job seeker
Money became an obsolete thing of dishonor and shame
In the cities everyone went into the streets to burn their bills
Stock had no more power or meaning from borrower to lender
For all across the globe leaders had picked up their quills
Making bartering and human kindness the new legal tender
And no matter the time...
And when the Great voice was heard over the loudspeakers
The declaration of a free society had been rightly proclaimed
So from the eccentric tycoon to the common job seeker
Money became an obsolete thing of dishonor and shame
In the cities everyone went into the streets to burn their bills
Stock had no more power or meaning from borrower to lender
For all across the globe leaders had picked up their quills
Making bartering and human kindness the new legal tender
And no matter the time...
#consumerism
#freedom
#LifeStruggles
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2 Comments
Entitle(d)ment
Meanwhile in another (W)alternate universe...
And when the Great voice was heard over the loudspeakers
The declaration of a free society had been rightly proclaimed
So from the eccentric tycoon to the common job seeker
Money became an obsolete thing of dishonor and shame
In the cities everyone went into the streets to burn their bills
Stock had no more power or meaning from borrower to lender
For all across the globe leaders had picked up their quills
Making bartering and human kindness the new legal tender
And no matter the time...
And when the Great voice was heard over the loudspeakers
The declaration of a free society had been rightly proclaimed
So from the eccentric tycoon to the common job seeker
Money became an obsolete thing of dishonor and shame
In the cities everyone went into the streets to burn their bills
Stock had no more power or meaning from borrower to lender
For all across the globe leaders had picked up their quills
Making bartering and human kindness the new legal tender
And no matter the time...
#consumerism
#freedom
#LifeStruggles
105 reads
2 Comments
Entitle(d)ment
Meanwhile in another (W)alternate universe...
And when the Great voice was heard over the loudspeakers
The declaration of a free society had been rightly proclaimed
So from the eccentric tycoon to the common job seeker
Money became an obsolete thing of dishonor and shame
In the cities everyone went into the streets to burn their bills
Stock had no more power or meaning from borrower to lender
For all across the globe leaders had picked up their quills
Making bartering and human kindness the new legal tender
And no matter the time...
And when the Great voice was heard over the loudspeakers
The declaration of a free society had been rightly proclaimed
So from the eccentric tycoon to the common job seeker
Money became an obsolete thing of dishonor and shame
In the cities everyone went into the streets to burn their bills
Stock had no more power or meaning from borrower to lender
For all across the globe leaders had picked up their quills
Making bartering and human kindness the new legal tender
And no matter the time...
#consumerism
#freedom
#LifeStruggles
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Smoky Mountain Rain
Kindly and decrepit old Victorians give feeble excuses
for the rise of the nudist. Either the nudist has a bad
case of glands or he can't afford a shapely loincloth.
Man is striving to get back to basic nature with a
little opus from the works of Aphrodisiac held in
escrow until I depart with an empty portmanteau of
cravats. Listening to Ronnie Milsap sing, "Smoky
Mountain Rain," as the Victorians hide behind the
hydrangea bush gossiping and grasping at straws.
for the rise of the nudist. Either the nudist has a bad
case of glands or he can't afford a shapely loincloth.
Man is striving to get back to basic nature with a
little opus from the works of Aphrodisiac held in
escrow until I depart with an empty portmanteau of
cravats. Listening to Ronnie Milsap sing, "Smoky
Mountain Rain," as the Victorians hide behind the
hydrangea bush gossiping and grasping at straws.
#emotions
#freedom
#redemption
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Smoky Mountain Rain
Kindly and decrepit old Victorians give feeble excuses
for the rise of the nudist. Either the nudist has a bad
case of glands or he can't afford a shapely loincloth.
Man is striving to get back to basic nature with a
little opus from the works of Aphrodisiac held in
escrow until I depart with an empty portmanteau of
cravats. Listening to Ronnie Milsap sing, "Smoky
Mountain Rain," as the Victorians hide behind the
hydrangea bush gossiping and grasping at straws.
for the rise of the nudist. Either the nudist has a bad
case of glands or he can't afford a shapely loincloth.
Man is striving to get back to basic nature with a
little opus from the works of Aphrodisiac held in
escrow until I depart with an empty portmanteau of
cravats. Listening to Ronnie Milsap sing, "Smoky
Mountain Rain," as the Victorians hide behind the
hydrangea bush gossiping and grasping at straws.
#emotions
#freedom
#redemption
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Smoky Mountain Rain
Kindly and decrepit old Victorians give feeble excuses
for the rise of the nudist. Either the nudist has a bad
case of glands or he can't afford a shapely loincloth.
Man is striving to get back to basic nature with a
little opus from the works of Aphrodisiac held in
escrow until I depart with an empty portmanteau of
cravats. Listening to Ronnie Milsap sing, "Smoky
Mountain Rain," as the Victorians hide behind the
hydrangea bush gossiping and grasping at straws.
for the rise of the nudist. Either the nudist has a bad
case of glands or he can't afford a shapely loincloth.
Man is striving to get back to basic nature with a
little opus from the works of Aphrodisiac held in
escrow until I depart with an empty portmanteau of
cravats. Listening to Ronnie Milsap sing, "Smoky
Mountain Rain," as the Victorians hide behind the
hydrangea bush gossiping and grasping at straws.
#emotions
#freedom
#redemption
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0 Comments
Idiot savants
Go and gather up the known affiliates.
We're gonna build a village of idiots.
We gotta make sure this gets crazy.
"Getting out of hand" to me is just lazy.
Had our fill of tastless "pain et cirque".
Contorting dough into a shape won't work.
Hunting down cerebral stimuli.
We got the time to kill but it won't die.
Gonna paint this town the bloodiest of red.
A thin veneer of all the living dead.
Choking to death on the lives they've led.
Infected by the many lies wide-spread.
Blunt force persuasion you beg us to...
We're gonna build a village of idiots.
We gotta make sure this gets crazy.
"Getting out of hand" to me is just lazy.
Had our fill of tastless "pain et cirque".
Contorting dough into a shape won't work.
Hunting down cerebral stimuli.
We got the time to kill but it won't die.
Gonna paint this town the bloodiest of red.
A thin veneer of all the living dead.
Choking to death on the lives they've led.
Infected by the many lies wide-spread.
Blunt force persuasion you beg us to...
#corruption
#freedom
#oppression #rebellion
#oppression #rebellion
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Idiot savants
Go and gather up the known affiliates.
We're gonna build a village of idiots.
We gotta make sure this gets crazy.
"Getting out of hand" to me is just lazy.
Had our fill of tastless "pain et cirque".
Contorting dough into a shape won't work.
Hunting down cerebral stimuli.
We got the time to kill but it won't die.
Gonna paint this town the bloodiest of red.
A thin veneer of all the living dead.
Choking to death on the lives they've led.
Infected by the many lies wide-spread.
Blunt force persuasion you beg us to...
We're gonna build a village of idiots.
We gotta make sure this gets crazy.
"Getting out of hand" to me is just lazy.
Had our fill of tastless "pain et cirque".
Contorting dough into a shape won't work.
Hunting down cerebral stimuli.
We got the time to kill but it won't die.
Gonna paint this town the bloodiest of red.
A thin veneer of all the living dead.
Choking to death on the lives they've led.
Infected by the many lies wide-spread.
Blunt force persuasion you beg us to...
#corruption
#freedom
#oppression #rebellion
#oppression #rebellion
122 reads
5 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Freedom Published by Members Recently Online