Best Freest Poems
the mind
flees
any prison
that traps
the body,
for it is
f r e e...
no tether
can keep it
tied down.
it can never be
fenced in
or caged
within four walls.
it has feathers
that can't be plucked
it's free to roam
to soar
with sturdy wings
that can't be clipped;
freer than
any bird that can fly!
it goes places
they can't follow.
it's so free...
like wind
blowing
every which way
Categories:
freest, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
free in a moment
but everyone wants it
a single second
oh so pleasant
now its gone
life rages on
here's the war
join the corps
there's the pain
that keeps us sane
the toll of death
taking every last breath
the innocence of youth
the freest of any moment
leaving now just the truth
maturity is your atonement
Categories:
freest, absence, age, appreciation, change,
Form:
Free verse
In solitude I like to bask when I am all alone
With only Mother Nature in company with my own.
Animals and nature make welcoming to be,
A serene place of peace, where I am set free.
Ever since a child, when atrocities I faced,
My safe haven was with nature, where I felt embraced
And accepted in appearance with not a bit of shame,
With no one poking fun, making foul of my name.
In Solitude With Nature was my place of inspiration,
Where I would draw and write in pure liberation.
My canvases were painted from the beauty all around
And words flowed like rivers instead of being drowned.
God's Presence was surreal with no worldly intervention
And His Gift began to blossom as was His Intention.
My Mother's words felt real that I was a Gifted child,
As she often said lovingly and too, as she smiled.
With my pencil and my brush, as though a camera lens,
I captured my adventures with nature and my friends.
With my pen or pencil, too, I would break the chain,
As words set me free from my deepest, inner pain.
My Solitude With Nature is where my heart is expressed;
Where I'm freest, most inspired for the Gift with I am blessed.
Even when I can't return to bask in Mother Nature's solitude,
My memories take me back to where the world cannot intrude.
2018-05-01 14:54:00
Written for and entered in 'The Beauty of Solitude - Poetry Contest'
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Categories:
freest, adventure, art, beauty, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
While some are always compelled to incite
Others reap rewards by being polite
Civility is challenging when views contrast
But much is gained when anger's surpassed
The social conventions of propriety
Reduce stress in a multicultural society
Acceptance of others' points of view
Even without concurrence carry you through
Exploring through debate, avoiding anger
A productive path for civil anglers
Failure to allow for differences
Wins no friends, no spiritual references
You may think you're "right," but get real
How does antagonism make you feel?
Far better to realize we've something to learn
By reaching across the aisle, respect we earn
Civility and Congress seem incongruous
Perhaps that's why we're in such a mess
So open your hearts to others' opinions
Learn from the actions of a wise Virginian
By reaching compromise in his Declaration
Jefferson gave birth to the world's freest nation
Categories:
freest, philosophy, political, social
Form:
Couplet
Even in the brightest day the darkest shadow can hide
Even in the calmest sea lurks the overpowering tide
Even in the lightest wind a storm is just a breath away
Even in the greatest love a heart can die away
Even in the hardest stone a diamond can be found
Even in the freest world we know we are still bound
Even in the greatest fear we can always win the day
Even in the greatest love a heart can die away
Even in the clearest mind were still blinded by the haze
Even in the greatest answer the question still does amaze
Even knowing our destiny we still will walk that way
Even in the greatest love a heart can die away
Categories:
freest, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
TAGORE ON
I just happened reading Rabindranath Tagore’ s poem called “The Gardener.”
The Gardener XL: An Unbelieving Smile
“……the dark rim of your eyes.
Then smile as archly as you like
when I come again.”
I am a Wheel, my blood flows inward
Of its spokes.
I am a Star,
My blood dissolves
In its Middle.
The Middle is without Time.
Here is where I am born.
Here the Poet letting Go:
Pollen, Sac, Belly
To more giving
Yes—
The weeks go on
And I contemplate the Gardener
Basing on cumulative
Bending, drawing in
Giving Magnificence
Back to the Universe
Stranded between Reason and Awe.
Tagore brings the World
In as Word/song.
With Black and white
His work became tight
As the freest gift
In specially the Light.
-Daniel de Cullá
Categories:
freest, books, celebrity, culture, dream,
Form:
Lyric
Like Jesus I'm prophetic,
I've come to set you free
by loving the way
ignorant men cling
to their prejudices
Love you indiscriminate
of right and wrong,
sin and not guilty
Blow your mind utterly
and completely
Bend the human condition
towards reunification
Leave ninety-nine well fed
and go after the one instead.
Through peril and
brim fire, I'll prove
without being preachy,
loving me is all you need
For the freest form of free.
Follow me, and I'll follow you,
we'll turn circles around
revolutionary ideas
sell communists
on capitalistic ideas
Won't stop until
Shangri-la sits smack-dab
in our living room
our front door the pearly gates.
Tempt fate. Let me love you,
instead of requistioning
you to a place you were
already created from and
no matter what decision
you choose
You shall not be banished
in a godless place
Love you in a way that
surpasses understanding.
Place an exit sign in hell,
pull the fire alarm and
send 911 to the rescue.
Tempt fate, let's love religiously,
Connect spiritually
and change the conception
of love's connection.
Agape Redefined
Categories:
freest, romantic, prejudice,
Form:
Free verse
Freedom
Degradation, demoralization
Doom, destruction, decadence
And the masses still cry ’Freedom!’
None of this even makes sense
Free to live out every feeling
Every thought and every dream
This will better life and people
Well at least, so it may seem
We should be the freest spirits
With no one to answer to
Life will give us utmost pleasure
Dare not say this isn’t true
Let us revel in denial
Let us be and let us live
No explaining, no correction
Do not force us to forgive
Tell us not of repercussions
We are living by the day
We won’t hear of consequences
If all it does is cause dismay
Freedom is what we are craving
And we get it, each his own
Whether it restricts another
Empathy will not be shown
And the more we long for freedom
The more we all become depraved
Mind the shackles of this freedom
For it wants us all enslaved.
Wendy Nipas
Categories:
freest, day, dream, freedom,
Form:
Ballad
Freedom Loving Cowboy
At the bar, by the docks, I spoke to a man who wore a cowboy
hat and had a pearl handle revolver in his holster. A thud and
the pretend cowboy hit the floor and the barman ducked behind
his counter. It was an exploding tire; relieved laughter which
the same when we sat in the bomb shelter and a plane overhead
dropped its load in parts of town where local Nazis´ lived.
Terror begets terror and becomes a psychosis, what we don´t
understand becomes terror and we have to arm ourselves and not
ask tedious questions. I was offered a job at this vibrant place, but
declined feared the undelaying panic, that often explodes into
violence, would get me, I would buy a gun hide it at the top of
the wardrobe and when bad people broke in, rush upstairs, find it,
nervously load it spill bullets on the floor – reload- shoot myself in
the foot. The man, in the cowboy hat, had just told me he lived in
the freest county in the world.
Categories:
freest, adventure,
Form:
Blank verse
seeking solace under the sun
seeking refuge from your wrath
knowing that i have to go back home
under the sun i think of nothing
under the sun i go back to something
knowing that i have to go back home
it is here that i am in my freest state
it is here that i can most easily be me
knowing that i have to go home
i enjoy the feeling of just doing nothing
i enjoy the feeling of just saying nothing
knowing that i have to go back home
getting a reality check from the rapidly rising moon
getting a reality check that it is no longer noon
knowing that it is time to go back home
driving in circles around what used to be a peaceful paradise
driving in circles around what is now just an eyesore of a torture chamber
knowing that the solace i now seek everyday is more than a dozen prayers away
Categories:
freest, life, love, love hurts,
Form:
Free verse
y o u, the band-aid to my bleeding wound,
the life buoy in my ocean,
the answer to my prayers,
my shelter from the storm
the spark to my flame;
you fuel my fire
and passion!
my muse?
that's
y o u!.
what else
can I say?
I'd rather be
your willing captive
--everlastingly yours--
than the freest bird there is!
I wish to be at your mercy
my magnificent force of light, y o u.
Categories:
freest, dedication, devotion, meaningful, poetry,
Form:
Nonet
Freedom
Does it exist?
Is there anything in this vicious world that is truly free?
Birds defy gravity,
But are bound by their own limitations.
Called to the Earth,
At the end of a majestic odyssey like no other.
Perhaps smoke is as free as can be,
Floating aimlessly through oblivion.
Fettered by nothing.
Except the wind,
Carrying it whichever way it wishes…
If smoke is free,
Then freedom can only be achieved through fire.
Through the destruction of Earthly ties.
Through the end of one to bring another.
Ouroboros.
As ashes reduce to nothingness.
Ashes that choke.
Ashes that plague.
Ashes that end.
The Sun may be the freest
Of all.
Illuminating the Darkness.
Breathing life,
Yet bound by the chains that,
Imprison Creation.
Mortality.
Death.
Categories:
freest, meaningful, nature,
Form:
Blank verse
I glimpse a boy sitting on a chair alone,
his feet are hanging down,
his patched face blackened by smoke.
He is unable to cry,
unsure where his family may be,
he scoops clots of fresh blood from his wet Berber hair,
wipes it on his lap.
His eyes nervously follow the camera lenses
He waits.
Once more,
these people begging for peace tell me
some twenty years ago
a bushy man declared war on his people,
dispersing their seeds all around the world.
Some germinate here where
people speak of peace daily,
and lawyers turned politicians quarrel daily about free speech,
and caramel skinned men get shot dead daily,
and courts rule in police favor daily.
It is the law of the freest world, I should be saying.
Categories:
freest, angst, conflict, sympathy,
Form:
Free verse
the Golden Gate, she sang to me
in a darkened whispered voice
El Niño crying like a spoiled child
of all the sad souls brought to her
with desperation’s choice
that flew like angels
from her transoms, wild
oh dare I hearken to that song
that pressed to tympans, sweet
a secret that commanded I impart
the answer I had sought so long
of darkened dreams, complete
and one last sleep that
plunged the ocean’s heart?
it was a day of days - the sort
that put most days to shame
as Sol daubed on the sea her Sunday best
as though to woo me and to court
my coursings for her flame
with all the sparkling
jewels upon her breast
to put to rest these passioned pains
midst such a gloried breeze
would be to deign those somber voices true
but life and loves and loss had brought
this madman to his knees
my last adventure
meant for bounding blue
so there atop the stanchions stood
one man of heartened breaths
a smile as broad as sun upon the waves
and though the bridge had sung of
sweeter dreams and grander deaths
the raw breath-stealing beauty
of that wondrous glistened sea -
the thoughts of one hereafter
where a soul could wander free
and all the joys that filled me up
like that gold, tender sea
made that the best of
blue Pacific graves …
so off I flew -
the freest of her slaves.
Categories:
freest, suicide,
Form:
Rhyme
You know, when I first began to
Write on Poetrysoup way back then
I DID THAT just because THAT wasn't
Enough. After LAVENDER SONG
I spawn a few more before I caught
The full flash of flirting fatal fever!
Ooohaah! I am a BELIEVER in poerty!
Then I went extreme. Now here
Today I SAY Yeah! I DID THAT!
JUST BECAUSE for the love. I
DID THAT with POETICNESS.
Aaah for the fortunate Fanatic in me.
The freest I am sure. I can secretly
Scream I DID THAT YEAH ROCK THE
BELLS aaaah! I am this one that
Wrote I POET, Sun STRONG, The
CONNECTION mmmm,
I AM SUPPOSED TO BE A HUMAN BEING
THIS IS GOD. Am I blessed yet?
Or should I continue until I GET
THE GIST OF THIS. Yeah!
TOILET PAPER REVOLUTION
Perfect execution! I then Waded
Through to THE WAY OF THE NILE
CALL ME WHAT I AM. WE ARE HERE
I think I must have been on fire with my
Velocious voluminous poetrysoup
desire Which
When I wondrously aspired woooo!
Then here there I are I am at least
A strategic TRIER. Mundane? A flame!
I BELIEVE I might be on fire
Because mostly melody medley
I can sea me floating on lyrical
Tunes that spectacle of an
Atmosphere. Yeah It's just me. You feel
That breeze passing by? Yeah just
Me. But before all of that, I began
Damian Hakim's family fictional biography.
I think they're a dynasty now wow!
I like to spend time with the Hakim family
in my writer's block spare shock so then
There for shore I share you know?
Sooo ooh THIS WAS MAJOR!
Hey Heck I was A FULL VET! Now
At the end I have nearly 800 poems to my
Claim of fame. mmm
ROCK THE BELLS! I DID THAT!
Categories:
freest, allusion, science fiction, silver,
Form:
Alliteration