Best Independent Poems
Sometimes things work, sometimes they don’t,
And that is perfectly fine,
Actually, come to think about it, when they don’t,
Maybe it’s just a sign
That I need to get up and leave the comfort,
Of things that I’m alongside,
Instead, to go out and experience all of the new,
Release the “me” that’s inside
Wanting to explore, discover, and invent the
Creations that do what I want,
I think this’ll leave me fulfilled and assured,
Leave me feeling way more confident
About not subserving to the gadgets I have,
To live with an alternate plan,
A plan of being able to make my own things,
Of being an autonomous man.
She smiles upon coated slate.
Her skeletons become coagulated whispers
Of yesterday
Another blissful awakening
This shedding of redemptions’ sin
Under elastic dialects
Closure within ephemeral slow dances
Irregular beats of her drum
Now
Steadfast acoustic riffs
Forge constellations' new tomorrow
As she swims through cashmere laden sands
Without the need to float
On dependency’s raft
©Drake J. Eszes
An Independent Party Partaking
She seemed to thing the show was so splendid
When I myself was really glad it now ended
Before was the worst one I had ever seen
Which party over should I start to lean?
Being pictured as a perpetual procraster
Why even try to put it past him or her
On economy both parties are being a drain
Who should we call asset facts still remain.
After all of the money and funds were spent
Decided to form new party which was independent
Of all the other two parties rhymes and reasoning
Which would have prospered with proper seasoning.
What might being independent on your own mean
Figure of speech to be heard, spoke and seen
When you want to eat hearty and be a smarty
Ironically start forming an independent party.
This I consider as more Will Rogers symbolism
I presume can be seen in his personal prism
If you constantly completely read catechism
Are surely less likely to start forming a schism.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
PS. So should set your spirit free after you let,
This is my best most profound poem ever yet.
You call us strong
independent, dynamic
powerful,
energetic
and some, less kind, might say
bold and intimidating.
But you can’t see into our souls.
We,
strong women who struggle
with massive characters,
share hearts seared with scars.
We feel deeply,
love fiercely,
protect our own with all we are,
have the courage to give until
we are empty, and
sometimes
what we really are
is afraid.
It’s then,
we just need someone to take our hand,
and tell us everything is going to be okay
We act according to our fears.
Afraid of failure, terrified of victory finding refuge within the tears.
We sacrifice the chances of success for the certainty of death.
We weigh the risk before deciding, we dismiss the chance when it’s in our odds.
The world is full of danger, failure stories - we just want security.
Security, even as an illusion is better than doubt and terror.
We perpetuate our child's position on the social ladder for fear of losing another step.
We want like everyone else no less, we will not risk for more.
We are safe as sheep in a herd. Sharing our faith.
Independent thinking is peeled away step by step, with no room for creative thinking in the herd.
We Reduce the field of view so that we won’t see the outside world.
We are the sheep’s
.
We explore all the possibilities and decide as per interest
We are not afraid of failure. He who does not lose will not know how to win.
We're just learning from mistakes.
We know how to recover from a fall and return a punch for every slap.
To be honest we also feed on sheep.
We think independently and are not subject to any whim or regulation.
We choose the path of our lives and do not live the path set for us.
We love ourselves and sometimes too much.
We are privileged. Not by faith, by choice.
we are kings and the sheep are subjects.
Is there anything better than a subject who thinks he is a master?
We strive to live the dream.
We are the wolves.
Fear is not a stranger; we have walked many pats side by side.
We know the sense of security in being a part of the crowd.
We too have painted poverty in the colors of modesty, sacrifice, and family ...
We painted our failures with the shade of self-pity.
We lied to ourselves and believed. We believed cause were afraid.
We were afraid because we knew that we were not blind.
We chose to be blind.
As we opened our eyes we saw.
Once we saw it, we understood. When understood it's easy to improve.
We are the wolves in the skin of a sheep, and we are not tampered with.
For all the sheep who want to be wolves and do not know how to open their eyes.
The independent woman
Prejudiced in Eden
Scorned in time
Lame and down the pit
But still journeys West
With a vindictive heart
Swims in vileness
Reckons laughter in the pogrom
And clings to the spell of courage
I know in my heart that I have
more than most
And so maybe have no right to
complain.
But lately it seems I am talking
to ghosts
While watching the same
shows again and again.
I have a good job, nice friends,
my own home
So don't worry I am not in
despair
I made the decision to be in
my own
But sometimes it would be nice
to share.
This is our front (some say bureaucracy)
You must behave professionally
Do as you're bidden and keep the folks in charge well hidden from inquiry.
Above all, please remember
competency is
forbidden.
I know in my heart that I have
more than most
And so maybe have no right to
complain.
But lately it seems I am talking
to ghosts
While watching the same
shows again and again.
I have a good job, nice friends,
my own home
So don't worry I am not in
despair
I made the decision to be in
my own
But sometimes it would be nice
to share.
Hard earned independence was my proclamation,
with pride for years since we met.
Our friendship is truly inspiring and trusting,
took a new course without one regret.
Long crossed are separate horizons,
now fading we formerly knew.
We sense ahead a vision unable to see,
but faithfully know it is true.
Our facts kept privately hidden,
now revealed to one another.
Grown is pristine understanding,
In trust as one brother to the other.
I recognize your love as perfect and honest,
As I honestly love you perfectly back.
Our truths are seamlessly eye to eye,
Shared words we'll never retract.
Love transported us to this glorious space,
It is kind, natural and ever filled with grace.
I needed you not, in my new independence,
And much to my former unwilling surprise,
I've tried hard to resist,
but now must insist,
I find...
I need...
you now.
Independent yet still not free
What are we what is this country
the dawn of reality
After finally you see
This earth this world never belonged to you or me
As hope dies dreams flee
No way no longer can we believe
That eventually our country may be
The home of the strong brave and free
Instead of a sore on humanity
You’re reading this as I write.
Straight out of
True Confessions.
It wasn’t long after you left
That I began to live for myself.
You say you knew that?
Oh, OK. I guess you could tell,
Being out there,
With true eyes and ears…
That clear, meatless perception
Oh, you say you always knew that.
OK.
Still...
After you left,
I was independent of worry
When you coughed,
When you slept late and
I dreaded opening the door.
When you smoked and I was trapped
In my failure to make you healthy.
Yes, I know you understand.
But didn’t you always complain
I was just too darned independent?
Of you, I think you meant.
Being lost can look like independence –
The wandering off to visit
Chaos in one’s mind,
That treasure chest of no understandings.
Yes, I should have come to you,
My uncrowned guru.
I did, you know I did…often.
But when you were sick,
I had to be independent...
Of my sorrow.
Am I still independent, you ask?
Not when I see couples –
Young and old, while I’m
Only half what I was,
So dependent still…on you.
When they frown and ignore each other,
I want to scream at them:
“Say what you must!”
So here I sit, saying what I must.
Can you hear me?
Are you too independent?
Independent Soul
I was really a rather independent soul
Which on me many times took its toll
And ended up being worn out by it
Trying to find out where I should fit.
If by grace of God I did what was good
All of the wrong could have withstood
Then listened to birds as they would sing
Saying God has the answer for everything.
When upon the seas waves may be rough
How can we tell when enough is enough?
So will pray to God for His glorious aid
Before into past I finally do fade.
Found my life to be over and complete
If another performance I were to repeat
No, I am not and to heaven will go
While rest of you remain on earth below.
Idea: Out of all the poems which I have written,
which 20 words do I use the most listed from
most used to the lesser ones in order.
Jim Horn
She’s more than a soldier…
Fighting her way through battle,
Defending her comrades from the fiery blasts of the enemy…
She’s Ms. Independent 101.
She stands by herself for herself.
A man by her side does not make her any less strong.
She creates and maintains her character,
Her allure, her grace…
Her rightful place as ‘Queen.’
She’s Ms. Independent 101.
She takes on everything in front of her.
She marches to victory,
And she takes her love ones with her every step of the way.
She’s more than a woman,
With curves, valleys, and hills for a man to explore…
She knows she is a rare, priceless jewel that is to be sought,
And treated with respect…
She is a Star…
She is a Diva…
She is a Goddess…
She’s Ms. Independent 101.
Growing in ways as an independent woman,
For sure there were things to do that I shouldn't,
The days were long the nights were endless,
I've struggled hard for my independence,
My sole support in the years gone past,
Has been my hopes that I find your love that's true,
And it clashed with all the things I had going on,
Temptation made it hard to tell right from wrong,
With my morality as my guide I held on and tried to stay in the light,
My dignity and my pride helped me through the darkest hours,
Love has two sides, one that fills the busy days,
And one that stalks it's prey in the empty night,
To triumph over sin and evil I used common sense,
It took all of me to cool the fever, standing up on my own two feet,
To the cause of love I gave all of me,
Love's my reward, this is what I've struggled toward,
Fulfillment, joy and bliss, Oh-h sweet independence,
Oh the comfort and shelter of his arms,
Where I could nurture the calm, how sweet love is to me,
Through the bitterness and controversy,
It's over and I've one the struggle for my independence,
To stay whole I'll use all my God given senses...