Best Freeing Poems
the splendor of an essence, delicate yet
firm is called
woman…
awed by her mystery through years,
thirst of rivers and shorelines never knew
her meaning,
her perfume and poison
mixed with elixir cloaked in legends
which trace her tears, taste all maiden songs
and still cannot touch her, own her
absence, presence--
many men crush this feminine generosity,
trampled, demeaned like a wilting flower
but she is an eternal prayer, rising from
violence and domesticity-
this is woman…
bequeath your shrines primitive or medieval
you are timeless,
give those who have one bare minute
a last glance of your soul’s courage
above, under and beyond
Mary's firm panels of heaven,
for despite any human cruelty, she prevails.
Categories:
freeing, courage, growth, wisdom,
Form:
Lyric
Life is about suffering
—acceptance brings peace
(The New Room: October, 2022)
Categories:
freeing, life,
Form:
Free verse
FREEING MY LOVE
Poetry is flying fish
Over a waterfall
It is words stuck in
An ancient spells book
Kept under lock by time
I tap into the recesses of
My brain
I find the key
To seek out the book and free
My love, poetry
I realize it doesn’t need the key
To be free
Just expression of it frees it
So here I am doing so
Letting it fly out of my mind
To fill the world’s emptiness.
Categories:
freeing, freedom,
Form:
Alliteration
Set free the caged dreams and ambitions,
let it swing freely alongside with inspiration into the freeborn kingdom of stardom.
But this is frighteningly difficult,
because the free will that freely stimulates the free world of the freethinker, rich, poor, arrogant and elephant minded humans, has out-weighted the stimulus of human free ideology, to freely understand, conceive knowledge, and regulate in times of freezing stress.
This has freely transformed most humans into free-floating educated duckling, living as freelance hustlers, in an untitled free world,
Where the wise:
freely fish less, but catch more,
freely hustle less, but gather more,
freely talk less, but solve more,
freely take less, but give more,
freely run less, but arrival fast
While the fool:
freely eat with the longest spoon, but still stave of starvation,
freely move with the wisest idea, but still sink,
freely hustle more, but tumble fast,
freely run and act fast, but shun fast,
freely have the most stardom, but still lack absolute freedom.
Freeing Freedom,
Is freely achieved, by nesting patiences, control, and not aggressively wrestling life;
But by having the tendency to bullying struggle, and make it dropout of college.
Freeing freedom,
Is freely achieved, by adding more strength in developing intellectual power, free-living, and free acceptance of who you really are, rather than that of rage and free falling into discontent aggression.
Freeing freedom,
Is freely achieved, by forever caging doubt, and letting inspiration free-for-all like free vote, and also letting love run innocently barefooted into the gates of Bill Gates brain, to reap inspirational freedom.
Categories:
freeing, passioninspirational, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
We all have a flash
Of a sense of wonder
Now and then-
A moment in time
A person, place, or thing
Or even a PS contest
That inspires motivation
Oh, when it happens
I try to capture it's image
Its sounds, it's smells
And once I feel it
Really feel it vividly
It'll lead me right back
To my imagination
Then I write furiously
Painting my poetry of words
Freeing my creativity
And emerge with my triumphant
Accomplishment
Categories:
freeing, on writing and words,
Form:
Free verse
Shining trail of buried light
come forth and shed your skin.
For at third glance one cannot view
the jealous shadow’s muse.
Force, not dread, will be your aid
in summoning a change of hue.
Shining trail of guiding light,
I’m pleased to have now met you.
Categories:
freeing, depression, faith, happiness, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
SOUL FREEING
Voices screaming, people hiding, shadows embracing me,
dark skies, sunshine faded, red moon, black sea,
The dead walk among us, beside us as if best friends
talking in your ear, whispering warnings of souls uncleansed.
Eating at your mind, spilling lie after beautiful lie,
you buy it hopeing for a euphoric high....
Not knowing that death is around all the corners,
waiting to make your family a crew of mourners....
Laughing, plotting, untrusting, disgustingly happy,
living your life not knowing it's crappy....
You're a fool!!!! I scream WAKE UP!!!!
But u drink from Death's decieving cup....
You reach out for help when it's too late,
I can't help you, you've sealed your fate....
I can't make your dying a beautiful thing,
you're a puppet on Death's hard wired strings.
Don't look at me, you try and burn through my soul,
as you fall into the darkest hole......
depression is a *****
not a switch
no way to turn it off again
this is your pain
I am the voice that's screaming, the people that's hiding,
The shadow that embraced you,
the dark sky that faded the moon, the red moon
I am the black sea that engulfed your very being.
stealing your soul and called it "SOUL FREEING"
Categories:
freeing, anger, betrayal, change, confusion,
Form:
Rhyme
A heritage of honor and pride passed down
Tainted with degredation and blood
proud men's spirits and daughters raped
As they cried to the rock of Ages.
Ripped from homelands far away
they watched freedom's dove fly away
humbled beneath stinging whips many a day
As they cried to the Rock of Ages.
Forgiveness comes easy not so to forget
with hopes and dreams they looked to the future
Striving to overcome broken hearts and spirits bound
As they cried louder than an eagle to the Rock of Ages.
Inspired by Maya Angerlou.
Categories:
freeing, history, hope
Form:
Free verse
Shadow Dancer
A shadow dancer blends grace and elegance, moving as a heavenly creature. Heart and soul mix, stirring the imagination; as the mind sets free the unknown, secret possibilities locked inside!
A shadow dancer sets in motion without thought to time or place. Sensuality emits all around as the shadow dancer begins this unbridled dance allowing thoughts and feelings to guide the way.
A shadow dancer has imagination and rhythm, while the heart, mind and soul add spirit and surety; creating a dance filled with freedom and set to the wind! This dance can’t be captured or bridled for its known only to the dancer and is created from a secret place within.
A shadow dancer expresses quietly, shinning in this ritual, freeing the heart, mind, and soul, allowing movement to begin freeing the body to dance its desires, creating magic all around the dancer.
A shadow dancer finds music where its silent and moves as if set in motion by angels. Just as a music box dancer begins, a shadow dancer sets forth in motion; releasing dust from within!
A shadow dancer is heart and soul, guided by love and spirit, freeing occasionally this dance of dreams; combining the heart, mind, and soul.
Shadow Dancer ---- Debbie Knapp! 07/16/2018
Categories:
freeing, appreciation, celebration, dance, innocence,
Form:
Imagism
So many words competing.
Floating around in my brain.
Jumbled word of nonsense.
Waiting to be ascertained.
Unscrambling words unsought.
Emotions not yet explained.
Words need to be released.
Feelings I can no longer retain.
Writing my thoughts into verses.
Freeing me from mental fatigue.
Provoking responses in others.
Penning tales of intrigue.
Writing is the essence of my soul
Conveying my manifestations,
From drama to laughter, even tears.
Bringing me total satisfaction.
01/08/2013
For Russell Sivey's contest, "Poetry About Poetry"
Categories:
freeing, on writing and words,
Form:
Quatrain
You got me remembering
Smiling like I just can’t see
I’ll hold you close
Branches to your tree
But it keeps dissolving
Washing the sunshine with rain
I can’t temper each thunderstorm
It’s like I’m circling a drain
If you want me
Stop letting me go
I know you’re strong
But can’t I just have a little hope
You’re weaker then I thought
Trying not to feel the same
You’re not vacant like you claim to be
But you’ll end up alone and with only you to blame
I can’t unsee these colors
Forbidden fruit tastes good to me
I want to draw outside the lines
Let you show me how it could be
Paper thin I can see through it
My watercolors are beginning to fade
Once all trace of me is gone
Will you try to write another story in
I’ve got my head pounding
From banging against your wall
Pulling up my expectations from the ground
There’s no hiding now
You must just tell me what I want to hear
I don’t need to hold back all the things I want to say
Is it your heart or your head that has you running away
Categories:
freeing, addiction, allusion, angst, fantasy,
Form:
Couplet
Freeing Adam
Sometimes I feel, I should go without pants
When I am alone, or I’m just hanging out
I could close all the blinds or I could take a chance
You have given me freedom; a reprieve of self-doubt
When I am alone, or I’m just hanging out
In the confines of home, I am free
You have given me freedom; a reprieve of self-doubt
So empowering, that I can be me
I’m free; I’m free
In the confines of home, I am free
Without an inch of cloth on my skin
So empowering, that I can be me
Back to nature, I’m shedding my sin
Without an inch of cloth on my skin
I adapt to the chill in the air
Back to nature, I’m shedding my sin
Where is Eve, when I need to share?
I’m free; I’m free
I adapt to the chill in the air
The Garden, is once again ours
Where is Eve, when I need to share?
We should be dancing, beneath the stars
The Garden, is once again ours
Our love was pure, naked and true
We should be dancing, beneath the stars
But instead, I am missing you
Our love was pure, naked and true
I should open the blinds; and dance
Whenever, I am missing you
I feel, I should go without pants
© 2017 Jeffrey Spencer
2017 October 15 For the "Write Me A Pantoum" contest
By Kim Rodrigues
A metaphoric poem, expressing my gratitude to those whom have accepted me as “ WHO I AM’ without judgment of the thoughts or ideas that I ‘wear’.
So much of what we ‘wear’ is to cover up our own insecurities or to fit in, when maybe, we just don’t belong.
It starts with each of us, individually. What you put on in the morning (metaphorically) should not change or cover up who you truly are!
Categories:
freeing, freedom,
Form:
Pantoum
With broken wings like bullet struck birds,
She delivered to him these final words.
~Freeing Her Tangled Soul~ A poem by me.
Your dangerous gazes of serenity which
served my aching eyes as primary sources
of remedy now transformed my mystic
pupils into microscopically shattered
particles of hazardous glass and ageless
grazes, scars carved and crafted artistically
with your sharp perfidious razors.
Feelings which filled and fanned my
frowning heart with cool forest-berry like
breezes now buried beneath uncontainable
blood boiled streams silently yet violently
imploding through my fragile veins like
detonated vibrational waves as volcanic
tears erupt from the deepest and darkest
valleys behind my retinas. Spilling
enchantingly beautiful rivers of fiery lava
which patiently erode the glittery sparkle
as they ooze and simmer across the surface of
my flowery cheeks pasting historic
memories of venomous broken promises
where my story will now lie, stripped from
its fabricated disguise...there in its
complete truth. A pure soul once tangled
up in the ropes of your deceitful eyes.
Categories:
freeing, betrayal, break up, deep,
Form:
Free verse
tonight i stand so still
overlooking to view of land and hill
i then get my beach chair from the trunk and move closer
i am joyfully overwhelmed and will never come down
this is what i waited fifteen years to return to
my joy is in the safety deposit box of my mind now
if you try to take away my key for your own selfish intentions, a storm will treat you like its final destination
Categories:
freeing, how i feel, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
I put my soul in a crevice, I let it fill
And make a bridge to your shores.
“I wonder are these the words I should say or write to someone as special as you”
I fantasize how true love or any love would be like,
Like perhaps with you.
“It seems even bliss fantasizes how blissful it would be to be with you,
Please don’t be appalled by my thoughts, for holding love in, is suicidal”
My words never left my mouth and went into your ears,
So I never knew if my love was a perfect fit for your heart.
“Perhaps if I spoke or even whispered a simple word to you, we would be,
Or be more than more, than just nothing”
Couples kiss, couples love,
And love just puts me on the bench with jealousy.
“I Never realized thinking what would be or could be is worse than you saying no”
Juliet, Juliet are you there, no answer,
I guess this dusk Romeo is not her Romeo but I’m to blame.
“I love you, smiles but I don’t even know you or even spoke to you,
I love you, smiles and honestly all I want is an answer do you love me too”.
*Metaphor
Categories:
freeing, lovewords, love, me,
Form:
Free verse