Spring Freedom Poems | Spring Poems About Freedom

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Details | Free verse |

Spring Cleaning

Spring Cleaning

Springtime is a chance to start your life anew,
Dust off your pride and change your attitude.
Bring forth the hidden treasures, of your heart,
Don’t worry about the past that tore you apart.
Let the fresh air cleanse your soul, body and mind,
Release the inhibitions that have kept you blind.
Love yourself, for who you are and what you can do,
Never worry about what others think, it all about you.
Embrace the earth elements and the comfort they bring, 
Sit back, relax, and enjoy the results, of your spring cleaning.   

Written : © 3/21/16
Deadline: 4/13/16 
Finalized: 3/24/16
Submitted for: Second Chance #3
Sponsored by: Broken Wings

Copyright © Sarita Milliner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |


Effulgent sun proffers love 

Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

The moon unravels wonders

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The Green River

She slips from the sleeping ice.
Green, fresh, free to flow
through the great fjord.
Past the blue mountains.

She glides smoothly
over the rocks with glee,
covering them with her cool touch.
Tall evergreens cheer her on.
Waving as she courses down her chosen path,
carrying life. 

All the while never tiring!
Surging forward to join the others like her.
This vast journey ,
will not end till she reaches
The Great Shores.

Her journey is joyful.
Touching all on her banks,
leaving the gift of life in her wake.

Copyright © Gypsyof Essence | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

In Bloom

Written July 29, 2013

The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around

The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June

The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me

See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars

Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Like before

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

You, Me, Us, Everyone

Not named
Unknown to those with no curiosity
Buds, that dream of one day blooming
Being, more than they are
Flowers living
Touched by those who love
Protected by those who wish to love
Wishing to be more than they are
Buds, not truly knowing if they are ready for the world
Hoping they are strong enough 
Wishing to be the best
You, Me, Us, Everyone

Copyright © Michi Watts | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Bare Hearted

Bare Hearted
Anne Morin

Moving backward in time,
there is new sunshine,
the forbidden delight
of disobedient barefooted prancing

through cool grasses,
freshly green and waiting
to caress tiny warm toes
and naughty little hearts.

A wicked world marches on
but not between our clotheslines
hung with spanking clean white sheets
flapping in the chilly spring breeze

where joyous abandon
cannot be kept inside
as cold, slender blades tickle our feet
and an ecstatic younger sister screeches,

“Look at us, Grandma!
Bare-hearted foots!”

Grandma’s switch was a lesson that stung.

Copyright:  Anne Morin, 2007

Copyright © Anne Morin | Year Posted 2016

Details | Senryu |

Spring Break -Part 2-

I had the best Spring Break yet!
Spending time with
Family makes me happy!

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

''Now I Am Free''

A life of beauty and happiness denied, of innocence 
smothered like a flame--I have always lived; but when 
I am touched by your kindness, O Rosa,

Now I am free!

I was dead before I even entered into this world, a
place cruel and without feeling, cruel and without 
the love and compassion I finally know in the rich 
lovingkindnesses of your heart, O Rosa!

They set me free.

Before I could even hope to bloom like a young flower
hanging breathless and exposed in the first, rainy
sunbeams of life a great evil--the menacing hostility
of a dark, soulless figure spilling over with 
hatred--transformed me into a joyless 

waste of ashes.

From that terrible moment on I fought all the ugly and horrible assaults
as his unwilling property, a child-gladiator in the arenas
of his constant abuse and 

But when I know your forgiveness and now recognize your tender-
ness and compassion as unearned gifts meant for 

despite my childish self-loathing 
and my unworthiness

I feel the love and self-esteem denied me, taken from
me simply because it was too easy to rape from 
a child whose only fault was that he was born 

and defenseless.

O Rosa! Because you finally arrived in my life and rescued me--now I am free!
Free from my years as an abused prisoner in the arena of his constant
abuse and attacks,

able to bloom like a young flower hanging breathless
and exposed in the first, rainy sunbeams 

of life again!

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

Tulip: Symbolic Growth of Freedom in the Arab Spring

Along Iran's alluvial fan, 
spanned a virgin, untested 
A scourging blight the tender, 
fecund suckers did restrain
A heartier tulip bloomed on 
Tunisia's arid plain
A docile wave the royal 
Jasmine blight to stain  
Transplanted in Egypt; a more 
fertile strain
Leaching the arid soil, the 
tyrannical oasis did drain
A hybrid sprouted on Libya's 
fallow terrain
Fertilized by a torrential, 
nitrous rain
To Oman's tepid steppes, 
uncultivated varieties shrouded 
fenced row and lane
Disparate pods releasing 
incendiary seeds seeking an 
aggregate gain  
In Syria's suburban parks a 
mutant variety skirted eminent 
With underground cisterns to 
water it's hostile mane
In desolate Sudan, a floral 
chalice did simulated hope 
Anon, pilfering hands it's 
potting soil did obtain  

Copyright © Stephen Parker | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |

My Madness, Me

My Madness, Me...

Confined by this straight-jacket,
strapped in, numb and dumbed,
a washed-out, has-been, also-ran,

body, eyes, the equilibrium of mind,
rattling like stones in an old tin-can.

Still, I am, 

I am,

and I am unchained,

my dreams taking flight, soaring,
above these claustrophobic walls,
of synapses, and dungeons of stone,

swooping through green valleys,
taking a detour to savour the joys,

soaked in torrential, evergreen memories,
of a younger man, with passion in his bone.

I am.

My wings unclipped, unshackled, free,

I am, and though I am unable to see,

I am.

At long last,


Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |

Feather Beauty Bright

I spy, a feather beauty bright
With speckled blush on breast
Basking within the thicket light
Dancing round about her tiny branch 
Your fluttering sight beholding
Within the snowy briar
Bathing among the warmth
Of the morning's golden glory

Its brilliance your own crown of halo
Like a sunburst that swallows
Up the end of February's sigh 
As other feathers flusters zoom right by

The ginger little fellows all dappled, scramble
A merry-go-round within a flight
Threading joyous song throughout your bramble
As further flocks of scurry, hurry fly

On parade teasing wings of faerie sprites
A musical path of crisscross kites
But, you little one are the daring, bursting forth
With higher operatic songs, to startle and scold those spry

Feather beauty bravely 
Upon your perch chest thrust out boldly
Nonsense rhymes and a new found might
Chase away the imps of finch and thrush
And keep yourself the sunbeams for its light

And bask yourself once more this time
Among the drops of melting dripping snow
And gather up all tis full
Feasting here, where the wild wild berries grow
But, in the end you are their kin 
And soon, my fairy feathered friend you too must go
Out, onto twittering leafy stemmy stem and off...
Into the yonder of the coming spring to rove

Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tanka |

The Caged Robin

Confined to a cage,
with a wisk in his wings,
he wanted to break free;
he squeezed his body through rods:
into the spring sky he flew.

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Lady Bugs in my Window Sill

Can you hear the tunes playing?

There are ten million lady bugs dancing in my window sill

Celebrating the return of spring

Celebrating the return of things green

Gleefully serenading the robins outside gathering in the trees

See their spectacular dresses?

Red with polka dots and even a splash of green

O lady bugs won't you stay and dance inside through the summer with me?

We can keep this square dance an entire year long celebration...

INDOORS that is!

gwendolen rix

Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Kiss the Rain

I took it in my grasp,
As the droplets came to a clasp.
Lifting my hands freely,
Oh is it good to be me!

Kiss the rain,
Be my fame.
Grow my crops,
Stop the clocks.

Fill my eyes,
With Gods only cries.
Lets take off our clothes,
Let it show us where the river goes.

Life is good,
Just where I stood.

Kiss the rain,
Blow the wind,
Ain't no shame,
In showin you whats destined.

Copyright © Matt Daniels | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

This way we can rule the world

Look at the golden mustard fields Lemons amazingly peeled Likewise hold my hand Loosely held sand In the amber freedom let us get healed In your lemon green scarf a peace unfurled This way only we can rule the world No need for guns and sharp sword Get rid of the penal code Let your doors and my knocks concur And let in the satisfied stars We will surely rule the world Let my autumn Flow into your spring turn Around my lattices Your blue squirrels We rule the world When clouds heap upon clouds and it is dark Doubt and dilemma develops so stark I turn deaf to your whistle of love Unfulfilling turn our dishes and cups Our bread is stale Sour our ale The world we wish to rule laughs at us Mask and whip may rule for sometime Mincing all our rhythm and rhyme To rule the world we need the chime From the wind of the blue sublime For you And me To rule In glee Let us say no to all volcanoes Let the stars get down below Let us set free all our birds This way let us rule the world ________________________________________________________ 22/02/17 For Rule the world poetry contest Sponsored by Silent One

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2017

Details | ABC |

A rush of spring

 Morning of bountiful blessing the cold has risen from the earth
 A warmness has set among us letting us no of it's beauty
As the sun rises this morn I here birds talking outside my window
As the sun creeps upon my face this time of year is such a such a better place
Love that shout  be in the air never to leave bringing a smile upon my face
The animals look as if their happy the harsh winter is off by a presence of peaceful an grace
Crickets chirp as the bull frogs follow along as morning approaches an the wild horses
Run free an wild 

This evening wail I rock to an fro being as one with myself I pray tomorrow to be such as a beautiful  
As today with the sun upon my face an the wild as magnificent as ever were the wild horse 
Is free at last an the crickets sing to me to sleep with the shout of a wipers wills in the distance
Never I felt so much serenity peace an happiness it reminds me why I'm still here on earth

Thanks sincerely Tim

Copyright © Timothy Kegley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Words to Wine

When colors pouring from the sky
Pretend, in passing, to be free
Of memories which want to tie
Me down, I smile and let them flee. 

The faded paint of long ago
Was washed away by children’s hands
Before the blinding wind and snow
Had come in waves from foreign lands. 

I asked my conscience in what way
I might avoid its plainest trails, 
Yet it had not a thing to say
While cranes were voicing haunting wails.

I thus decided it was time
To leave my barren crib behind,
And walk along a straighter line
Until some restful place I’d find. 

At last I came across a field
Where Spring had left behind a sign
That she would soon return to wield
Her right to turn my words to wine. 

Since no one could besiege me there,
I sat in silence by a tree
And mustered all that I could bear
To set myself, like colors, free.

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Copyright © Eton Langford | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

A Vernal Libretto

The chorus of spring begins as peeper's                                                                                                                                      chime in time with the crickets on strings                                                                                                                                 Whippoorwill winds with owls being deeper                                                                                                             Musical sounds in the night in full swing                                                                                                                                          Harmonic interludes then the silent song                                                                                                                                          When a bugling bass elk hits a soprano so high                                                                                                                                                joining in are a myriad of birds welcoming the dawn                                                                                                                                     while their cheerful chirps of a jazzy song feels the sky

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017

Details | Senryu |

Good clean fun

screaming laughing smiles
playing in the cool spring rain
muddy children slosh

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017