Best Freed Poems

This is a poem (Original Title “Mukti” in Bengali, which means “Freedom”) by India's Nobel-laureate poet, Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941) - a poet, writer, playwright, composer, social reformer and painter. He was a man far ahead of his times - most importantly, he gave...

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ICHTHYS


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YESTERDAYS

Inkwells in desks with lift-uplids
Tables written out with old pen nibs

Noses pressed flat on the window glass
our pockets tinkling ,full of brass

Exploring fields across the brook
studying in nature's real time book

Fishing for minnows with jar and net
oftimes slipping and getting wet

Winding brooklets filling narrow streams
into...

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LOVE FLOWERS
Love relates and liberates
Mutual trust procreates,
Enlarging all as it grows;
Love flowers as it flows.

Love's rapport binds and bonds
Affirmed in whispers fond,
And prospers like blossom grows;
Love flowers as it flows.

A pleasured prized and treasured,
Unselfishin  it's measure
Requited quid pro quo;
Love flowers as it flows.

We release...

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If I could make myself strong enough to stand firmly in front of the gun,
Do you love me enough to pull the trigger?
Releasing me.
Freeing my mind from this hell.

Captured behind my eyes.
Bleeding in disguise.
Freedom is worth dying for. 
Life is worth being free. 

I live...

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Through my eyes, he sees his true self
and is disgusted by what he sees
Citing vulgar obscenities one moment 
and then the next desperate pleas

He knows he is morally wrong
and that I could never forgive
He compromised my health!
Now with himself he has to live

Integrity he has...

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if days are full of tears,hours will be years...

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The life in the wood will be revealed by the wood carver.
Chipped away with chisel and mallet; wood displays its secrets.
Wood carvers release the spirits trapped within the wood.

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Strolling down the streets of ancient Pompei,
I discovered the tomb of a freed noble man;
unearthed from the volcanic black ashes, 
now it blooms surrounded by fragrant lilies 
as it appeared in its imperial, glorious days! 

Looking closer, I noticed tools itched
on its sides, the trade...

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Tender eyes, with glow
understanding hearts, did know
fallen tears, now flow...

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Sleep envelopes me like a soft cocoon, and I embrace,
Trying to chase away memories that I cannot erase.
My mind is freed from all heartache and pain
Of the love of my life, and the grief that has rained.

I pray for sleep to seduce me, and to...

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As I sit adjacent to you
You fill my mind with your carnal touch
Feeling the clouds
Tasting soil
You are the earth

I could be hypnotized
You have dared me to bare
Sneered away from tactlessness
Crawled towards diplomacy
It’s intimate, you and me

Your distinct scent and malicious eyes
Shifted my dry, autumn self...

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Freed By His Spirit

As a child I remember playing games
like tag and tying each other up 
but even a few moments in the confines of those ropes
would cause the anger in us to erupt.

Remember the man Houdini who
went to great lengths to endanger his own...

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dipping my paddle in and out as I go 
down main street of the wilderness empire
where the road is made of water 
and the wooden poles hold branches not wire

twisting through the changing banks
of a gentle but still thunderous river
while an approaching mellow darkness 
causes...

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Need

I used to live in a world of need
A dreadful scary place indeed
Needing something God won't give
Yet needing a wicked miracle to live
No food was ever needed more
Water could never tempt me sore
Not love, nor family entice
Not greed or power even might
No promises of healing...

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