Best Free My Soul Poems
Somber is the color of the day...
Window glass distorts the view, of the dreary afternoon
Prisms of light cavorting outside, are reflected from the dew
and rainbows are splashed, from an old pewter lamp
as if to divert me of my mood
While quietly, I sit, and ponder it all, my pen is close, my chin in hand
Pinned back, my strands, a sweater, old, is pulled around the chill
woven in colors, of various yarns, as varied as thoughts that take me away
My mind is lost in a wakened dream
While trees are tossed about in winter wind,
and leaves lay dead beneath the snowy mounds
a fire glows, and a storm now keeps me bound
One shard of light from a neighbor's home
across the hill, a distant mile
The dimness in a room from winter sighs...
then something sparks a word ...a line, .. a verse, ... a lullaby ...
The day is sadder than the words I had found...
so somber is the day that keeps me bound
I hide away this moment....a cup of tea, a Golden Lab for company..
One peek beyond the distant hill, a touch of sun
A glimpse of mountain, pastures deep, my dog that sleeps...
A momentary chance to free my soul
In just a brief, but deep departure from the ordinary...
I explore my thoughts, search my heart, wonder what this day will bring...
I watched old memories, long kept cold, ...unfold as if a dream
Unsort, relive, those worlds untold....
Exploring new words, I now have found
Stumbling through my mind, unintended
Watching the words tumble as if unattended...
Unfolding, exploding, and falling in chaos
Paying no mind to the reader's conception
Cleansing, pleasing, as my soul fits the pieces...
Beneficial.... to the reader...will it matter? Who knows?...
But a satisfying journey traveled and found
by myself....and for myself, ....as the one who's creating...
Looking out from blurry windows...a dark day continues ...
on a somber colored day, that kept me bound.....
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"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs;"
I sit alone in the Winter of my life
To ponder, the length of years by my own design
Here in this dim-lit realm of shades
I need to leave love's tribulations
on the barren floor of my mind
and free my soul from love's grief
that flows fluid upon the invisible silence
of wished filled yesterdays that have gone
with my lost horizons painted in fool's gold reliance
Perhaps, I will remember a happier time
when the light of life filled my desires
in rendered emotions of inlaid passions
and dreams of wondrous wonder
Where footprints had yet left imprints
upon the virgin landscape of my soul I once cast asunder
Beneath these leafless boughs,
my amber thoughts lay scattered across my memory
as I wrestle reality away from the illusion
and once again fill my empty eyes with tomorrow
Before my life's Winter comes with its dark cold
and buries me beneath these leafless boughs
next to the grave of the love I sold
11/22/19
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Born without knowledge, seeking its course clear
Whether to search with the external eye,
or turn inward towards darkness, to hear
To find each minuscule need must comply
I'll question the soul, as though we are two
and seek answers from its soft voice within
To listen in silence for wisdom that's new
A guiding line, where my thoughts begin
To be in awe of life's visual scene
A universe illusions often thwart
A world unknown to all but me, between
I'll find serenity in my soul's comfort
To release my breath, free my soul that's bound
and listen to soft inner peace I've found
WHO WILL FREE MY SOUL?
Criticism and sarcastic words is all i hear,
Nobody ever appreciates my efforts.
Failure and fiasco is all fear,
Inspiration derived doesn’t seem to comfort.
Mask I put won’t conceal my pain.
Favors made, countless I pray.
I’m being controlled like horse’s rein.
To my oppressors, I am a prey.
Torturing my body will not tame,
The deeds done won’t reveal my compassion.
To go down this way will only embrace my name.
But who ought to test my oppression?
My character resembles a fragment,
Nothing to reform to, my incarnation unknown
Broken inside diversify my temperament,
When I die, will I reincarnate and be renowned?
My purpose in this world is incarcerated.
Confiscating my dreams in contempt,
My dilapidated soul is imprisoned.
Who will bail me out? Oh! Dear, who ought to attempt?
An endeavor to convince of my righteousness,
Is like beating a dead horse.
Crystal washing my mistakes won’t justify my fallibleness,
But will craft my conscience till I passenger the hearse!
By Willem Pietersen
Imagine that there is something beyond imagination
an oxymoron of course but a real task nevertheless
There may be no God not even spirituality suffices
but the whole is much greater than the sum of all parts
The Universe grants freedom from self-righteousness
offers me to let go off megalomanic delusions of grandeur
makes my light shine in illumination and its shadows
paints a picture with no centre other than kindness and love
Unorthodox and conforming to nothing but compassion
the tiny wee little Me takes its right place in the crowd
at liberty to breathe feel think and reason for meaning
to resonate reflect condense for a moment in infinite time
Like a novel it reaches out from beginning to the end
states a point here and there and connects small dots
that swell into an epic and ephemeral narration to tell
soon forgotten but a blob on the pages as good as it can
Another book will take its place on the library shelf
liberated from its companions to start a new venture
to reconstruct and make its mark on literal essence
Fly free my soul and expound my purpose for free
20th February 2021
Take my hand, precious Lord
And lead me toward home
I long to build a life that You have
Blessed, a life that is more than
Merely materialistic things
More than just my needs
But a life that is filled up with
Your insights, inspirations
Your dedication to my faith
I want to bring You my hopes
With assurance that I always know
You have everything worked out
I don’t need to worry or plan
You have it all there in your hands
Everything I need and all I could want
All my blessings poured out on me
Through a love that I so often burning
Fervently, inside me with joy and light
Feelings that are more than alive
They’re like a fire falling from the sky
Sanctifying my entire life, my heart
My soul and more… every part of my love
You are my wisdom and my strength
You lift me up when I’m so very weak
You carry me onward when I’m so afraid
You always love me and make a way
To rain down tenderness across my spirit
Free my mind from its darkest fears
Reminding me why I need You so much
You’re the answer to my every want
You keep me sane and inspire me to cope
With everything that comes, all the worry
The loss, the loneliness, the anxiety
You make a way where no way has been
You see me through the nightmares and dread
Free my soul from its place of terror
Guide my heart toward my sweetest desires
You silence the doubts that plague my soul
Show me just the right way to go toward hope
You prepare the way so that my journey home
Is filled with peace that quiets every storm
You are the light that fills up the night
Bringing me warmth dancing through my faith
You linger here with me when I’m so alone
Giving me assurance that I always have your love
And whatever comes, wherever I might go
You’ll be there with me, showing me the path
That will lead me toward the home that awaits
The home on high where my friends will never die
And where I will go when my journey is done
I seek You and your love above everything I know
You’re more than life – You’re the greatest gift
From a God who knows my heart and my soul
And gives me the hope of a heaven where I’ll know
You are the answer that saved my heart and soul
Freed me from the sorrow of a life with no hope!
The feather beds are a string of mountains near where I live, famous for its raised bog lands, where my father and his brothers cut turf for many years. In spring / summer a wild cotton flower blooms giving the mountains their name.
In youths embrace I walked in mountains,
My father’s steps I tried to follow.
He led the way from town to wilderness
And there it was my soul he freed.
Windswept hills of raised bog and peregrine,
Swooped winds flared the will of the wisp.
Cotton top flowers waved their white clouds,
Beckoning me, to loose myself in awe.
Slain and sod, man and muscle worked as one,
Bright Heather draped the hills a regal hue.
Bracken fronds greened the soil of spring.
Larks and curlew cries hung upon the air.
As my father shushed us to silence and embrace,
His wonderland of peace.
At seasons turn and Bracken colours fade,
Gorse and heather flair their restful hues.
Sheep saunter through with heads bowed,
They slowly leave the mountain once again.
The feather beds dim as clouds dip low and veil.
And silence flees before winter wind and rain
In adults disgrace I left the mountains,
My father’s steps hard to follow.
Still longing to find the way of wilderness
To free my soul once again and be with him.
If I could tell you just one last thing
I would tell you Dad, I wish I had more time with you
you taught me how to stand tall , do things the right way
If I could tell you Dad , before you flew your plane that Day..
You had asked me to go , and many times I wish I did .
For my fate would be as yours and Friend , Death, by a crash in the end.
I think what was so hard for me Dad , is I always felt something special
This was only something you could give me Dad , no other ..
Since you left September 4th , a bitter afternoon , not just losing you , myself too.
I lost you Dad, maybe I could have told you not to fly your plane that day..
Or maybe you were just too good for this World , and could not stay ..
For I have found many judgments in life , no one builds me up like you did .
If I had just more minute , after your remains were discovered after 9 months
I would hold you , and tell you I love you , Please don't go , just stay with me.
And still , I can't let go . If I could just free my soul.. Dad, if I had just one more minute .
In Honor of "Thomas Francis Kelley " your proud Son , Mark L. Kelley,
wrote by; Shanity Rain.
I hope your playing Golf in Heaven so when I get there , we can play 9 holes.
They DETAIN me but I won't COMPLAIN
Time MOVES slow lamented BLUES
Don't CRY for me as I fashioned a SIGH
To FREE my soul to God as he comforts ME
So DEEP are my feelings for those who WEEP
The DEATH of those who breathed their final BREATH
I KNOW my place in life and time will SHOW
To RENDER my service to Him and then SURRENDER
Ralph Sergi February 11, 2015
Contest Plucky two by nine
When my heart is crushed between two rocks,
I struggle to find you in the darkness.
Build of temptation
foundation of moral
a layer of guilt.
To lead me in this world of **** twisted hearts.
Take mine out to see if you were hiding you there.
Building on temptation
flowing though lust
killing myself knowing all that I have lost.
To take my heart to free my soul because I always knew I would be buried alone.
An eternal rainbow in the sky
Blue as the pain in those tiger eyes
Green as the fields of yesterday
Luscious, sparkling fruit in winter ray
Grey hides both black and white
A butterfly, a symphony that sounds alright
Indigo a harbinger of storms
That over the sky in savageness roams
Orange a dancer, sultry and sweet
Wearing anklets of stars on delicate feet
Red the crimson blood in my heart
Those flowers and apples in some cart
Violet a fragile lilac bloom
The brilliant plume, the hidden perfume
Yellow the sweet juice from the mango
A million lamps lit in a row
An eternal rainbow in the sky
Free my soul and let it fly
26/9/12
I got nothin' but time on my hands
as I work in the fields all day long
O Lord, come and free my soul,
whenever I sing this here plantation song
I wanna be free
Take me to your mountain top
I wanna feel glee
I heard Canaan is a beautiful spot
I've worked so hard for so many years,
it's a crying shame to be so sad
I've tried real hard to hold back these tears;
not to rattle these here chains,
not to stay so bitterly mad
I just wanna be free
Take a walk to your mountain top
It would make me and my wife so happy,
we both believe Canaan is a beautiful spot
Time always seems to pass so fast,
whenever I sing this here plantation song
I know one day you gonna come back,
O Lord, to make right this awful wrong
You gonna set me free,
so I can go rejoicing
and singing on your mountain top
Me and my whole family
will tell everyone that Canaan is a heavenly spot
My craving soul keeps me awake
My inner turmoil jolts me when I doze
Night after night this toll I take
Droopiness rules, tranquility goes
The four-walls of my room squeeze me
The roof seems aiming to crush my body
In darkness dreadful images I see
Each wink a disaster, each breath a calamity
Spread your silky hairs on my chest
Let its soothing caress make me sleep
Let my breath your perfume digest
Take me to the world of slumber deep
Let the bough of your arms be resigned
Let the glow of your face in darkness shine
Let your body curves be entwined
Let your heartbeat mingle with mine
For my wounds you are the balm desired
You alone can free my soul from anguish
Your touch is what desolate heart aspired
Without you I’m like an out of water fish.
You alone can bring the serenity desired
Your captivating cheek on my bosom keep
You are the one my longing heart aspired
Let your enchanting perfume put me to sleep
Sintra Portugal. 11-12-2
Winner in Send Me To Sleep Contest sponsored by Poet- Destroyer -Judged on 10/26/2012
OVER RAIN RAINBOWS REIGN SUPREME
Glimpsed from an isolated island was freedom afar
Afar yet ever closer than the nearest star
There were tall green trees amidst supple and serene scenarios
Never a winter’s frost nor ever a freeze of ferenheit zeroes
From afar I espied a land with arms opened wide
Yet I was deemed damned and defied
then denied by the detriment of stagnation
With assignation resigned to and reigned over by an abomination
Freedom afar flaunted its finery with forests filled by fancy feathers
Multicolored rainbow wings of grace and bells that ring of fair weathers
Coconuts, cocoa beans and chicken coco van
Where freedom is found for a most fortunate man
Alas, within the arms of an island was I stridently stranded
While with freedom flew those rainbow wings that ever so gracefully landed
Lest that island free my soul would its determination not reach its goal
And I would be willed to woe and worry on the whole
Yet stood afar a fantasy by night shone well its neon light
And I to only imagine such of freedom’s flight
Futile it would be to fight and flail my arms against the tide
Having been so efficiently denied and thusly defiantly defied
And still afar stands a forest with its rainbow wings aglow
As I upon an island stand with no freedom e’re to know
Nor a choice as to where and how I should one day go
on an island where wicked winds are withered not to blow
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Here I sit seeped in my guilt and shame
My thoughts they bath in hellish flames
Wanting to burst out and free my soul
But the chains of addiction have a hold
With every fiber of my being resisting
But the urges are constantly persisting
Trying to justify my actions as I tell lies
Look in the mirror the reflection I despise
Deep within I scream and then I softly cry
Body feeling the weight of burden multiplied
Living fantasy because reality is being occupied
As I peek through the cracks of my brokenness
I see what was and what remains is hopelessness
Self-loathing is like a drug running through my veins
Only wanting to see the track marks of my distain
Battling the cancer eating away at my self-worth
Desperately looking for my salvation to be unearthed
I close my eyes because I no longer want to see
The ugly truth of it all the monster who dwells in me.