Best Free Spirit Poems
She is a free spirit rebellious and wild
She’s changing so quickly – no longer a child.
Determined, impulsive, she gets into fights
She wants independence and quotes me her rights.
She is a free spirit now spreading her wings
In search of adventure and trying new things.
She sees the horizon that beckons from far;
Relies on the guidance of her lucky star.
But when the experience starts fading away
She finds disillusion obstructing her way
There’s home as an option to get her on track;
I will be there waiting to welcome her back.
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Written: 3/15/2014
Contest: Your Favourite Old Poem
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Placed 3rd
Author: Paul Callus
Contest: Any Poem Goes#14
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placed 5th
[Published in Kavya Kishor, Bangladesh ~ 25 April 2023]
How can I explain to you,
you a poor mortal,
what a free spirit is?
Consider I have no bounds,
I go just where I fancy.
I relish moments of madness
without ill effects.
Can you see me waltzing
with a fiery tailed comet
that orbits around far off Arcturus,
in the Herdsmen constellation?
Imbibing its bright soft orange light,
enjoying its hard-to-observe buried corona?
Can you imagine me swim amongst
the spiral and elliptical galaxies?
Bask in their dense luminosity,
irrespective of their fluctuating temperatures?
I've kissed so many moons,
and frolicked with Venus,
watched in awe a cataclysmic nuclear explosion,
as some old dwarf star goes nova.
I've seen all this and more,
but rest assured, o miserable mortal,
that I yearn to be substantial like you.
For you can do so much.....
but not I,
no I can never love or be loved
like you.
She rides along the waves
so happy and carefree
Daring to take chances
with an open endless sea
She has no heavy anchor
to always hold her down
She floats atop the waters
with her beacon shining round
Dry land lies before her
but still, she sails on
For she is a free spirit
and has only just begun
with Jesus in our life
it feels like our spirit can fly high
like the birds in the sky
we don't have to fear anything
not even the lion that roars
for when life tries to knock us down
the Lord picks us up and makes our spirit soar
he carries us making us feel like we are floating on air
no matter how far we fall
Jesus will catch us
Jesus will be there
he sets us free
through him our spirits are kept high
as free as the birds flying in the sky.
Isaiah 40:31
but those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.
REVELATION 12 V 14
The woman was given the two wings of a great eagle, so that she might fly to the place prepared for her in the wilderness, where she would be taken care of for a time, times and half a time, out of the serpent's reach.
Exodus 19:4
4 ‘You yourselves have seen what I did to Egypt, and how I carried you on eagles’ wings and brought you to myself.
Deuteronomy 32:11
The Lord was like an eagle
teaching its young to fly,
always ready to swoop down
and catch them on its back
Psalm 103:5
who satisfies your desires with good things
so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.
Freedom in Christ
5 It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery. Amen
we are free spirits through him that gives us strength.
Beatnik, hippie, free spirit, oh my.
Enjoying their bliss with barely a sigh.
Full of great fun
Enjoying the sun
I like all of them with barely a try
Don't complain about the lack of light under the stars
To write my memoirs, from a long time ago
The paradox here is that ten lines is not much
Like the sun one beautiful summer day I was born
The best foundation was a good childhood
The day I walked out the door, only seventeen
I realized that a chapter in life was over
I became "a boss" in my own new existence
and learned a lot from the phrase: "the hard school of life"
Did I mention there aren't enough lines?
27/09/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Story Of My Life In Ten Lines
Sponsored by: Silent One
Poem of the Day 29/09/2019
2nd place in the contest
Free Spirit
There are spirits that are free;
Thinking outside the box of society.
Bound not by the chaos of the Earth;
Remembering in heart life's worth.
Silencing the angry voices of masses;
Ignoring the opinions of social classes.
Walking a different path and direction from most;
Like the shadows of time and ghosts.
Following instinct and intuition;
Or what others call superstition.
Walking in two worlds living in none;
Comforted by moon and guided by sun.
Ancestor, ancestor, do not walk too fast;
I am following your footprints while they still last.
This world is not made for the human beings;
Let us chase our tomorrows within our dreams.
When dawn approaches and a new day is born;
Let us not be remorseful, withered, or torn.
We sing our song to the ones with wings;
And face together what another day brings.
For a spirit that is free can not be broken;
As long as prayers and gratitude are spoken.
For as long as love continues to prevail:
We are not defeated....we do not fail.
Rise in the morning and walk in a good way;
Know when to leave and know when to stay.
Trust the heart that Creator has filled;
And the sacred teachings the ancestors instilled.
I’ve lived my life
As a free spirit,
And I’ll hopefully
Do so when I die,
So cast my ashes
To the four-winds
And allow my soul
To soar up to the sky …
Freedom of spirit brings joy released fully
Fully released joy brings spirit of freedom
Back pack hangin' off my bony hips. . .
I'm off to see the world, on foot with thumb. . .
Gotta keep movin'. . . race track groovin',
You know the truth of my travels, (most think I'm a bum.)
Always that search for pie in the sky.
Let me burn my bridges my own way.
I can always dig under and out . . .
It's my f'riggin funeral, and I wanna pay.
Screamin' in the pourin’ rain . . .
Cryin’ the middle of the road . . .
Somebody get this damn monkey off my back!
Can't take no more, too heavy my load.
Funny how growin' older makes you grow up.
Never thought I'd wanna have roots and a wife.
She was small, dark haired and classy, actin' sassy;
I'm whipped man, now she's sharin' my life.
Note* I wrote this about my son who was a free spirit
in his youth.
Kiss me
Caress me
Undress me
Hold me firm, against you
Tease the nap of my neck
With the hotness of your breath
Playfully, bite me
Get me all raunched up!
Let your hands wander and roam
Seduce my body
Bumping and grinding
Teasing me, from behind
Entice me with your manhood
As you feel between my thighs
Feeling the warm, flowing nectar
Addictive, first taste!
Your fingers and tongue
Working their erotic magic
My body in an uncontrollable frenzy
The experience, driving me wild!
En-trancing me with your masculinity!
Pleasurable, involuntary shudders
Climaxing
Surrendering
Smiling
Free Spirited
As the world seemed to fall apart
With pain breaking the heart
I found comfort in an angels arms
as the night faded
I fell inside my
dreams.
The gentle whispers flow
on the midnight wind
Where sadness remains
no solitude found
only the wind
whispering.
The happiness always seemed
just beyond my reach
the arms just held me
giving strength
upholding my
despair.
As the gentle hands caressed
it soothe the aching heart
the storm that raged inside
soothe and calmed
and slowly
subsided
As we held hands in silence
we drank from each others spirit
and in that loving embrace
my spirit
became
free.
Untamed and unseen
Following no rules of man
The wind makes It's strike
Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 05/17/2009
You looked windswept and white
as you listened to me
reading poetry
sand and sea filled the air
and the breeze moved your hair
you were quite unaware
of the gathering storm
Did your heart never know
did your soul never sense
how intense
was my need to be free?
Like the call of the sea
like tranquillity
there was always the risk
I would flee
The walls were everywhere, cold, grey, and isolating;
breath was not realized as _eyes, always shifting, were trying to figure
out an escape.
The mind and the heart were nowhere profound enough to compute a
realistic simulation as to lead out of the imprisonment.
Through concrete laced webs on undistinguishable ancient land he found
his only daily escape, a sort of meditation in free-moving, yet physiologically
secluded rides on a bicycle.
He had not consciously realized the immensity of
his desire to be with the trees, to be in the forest where real home is...
but every time he'd explore, the tiny slices of grass, the changing weather or groves of fancy trees, flowers, and small urbanized animals still connected him to the source of his being.
Gloom, however, casted over him, until, after much life change of situation -worse before it got better- he connected with his own consciousness and regarded nature as his ultimate comforter and path.
He was much too young to have any say in the situation he was living in back then, the city was a prison with negative-talk and bountiful limitation in every direction. He just wasn't informed on how to make it any better while he was there. From the realization of great practices such as meditation he has raised his awareness, improved cognition, and freed his spirit simultaneously from mental and even physical limitations.
He's free now, and he yearns to travel through the patches of wilderness that earth has graciously provided, and good men have protected & preserved.