Best Liberated Poems
In wake of a new born day,
under the peace of a floating clouds,
the ghost of slaughtered mem'ry rose
from the cracks of her sleepless grave,
to fill the heart she once tore.
The sleeper in the tomb awoke
to quench the flames of her broken home
and to heal the heart bleeding tears,
pleading her poor tortured home
with a flood of tattered tears
gushing from her burdened eyes.
Gold-digger of a golden heart.
Heaven wiped the weep
of a broken heart
and mended the pieces
of your broken home.
Thus, your tears no longer count,
your prey is no longer frail.
He had gone to kiss the lips of freedom,
liberated from shattered shade of hope.
Categories:
liberated, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
Really? Where?
I still see them as fearful as fifty years ago.
To state any concerns about especially politics, and so.
Those fifty years ago when we wore little white gloves.
And batted our eyelashes like turtedoves.
And dared not utter a political thought....
For from my our husbands, our security was bought.
We have freedom now to slaughter our unborn at clinics.
We can wear pants and jeans and dress like men~
Pretending there is something chic in it?
Who are we just Betsy Ross?
Just to sew flags, keep our mouths shut and sit on garden moss!
What woman here will openly oppose abortion? (One, me)
That or you'd have to pay her much or face poetic extortion.
All the lantrenes and lovely shape poems we create.
Have ever, any, warned us that loss of our liberty is at stake?
So, given! A strong stance might douse your popularity.
And tarnish your chances forever to the owneer of a trophy be!
But a country under censorship is no way to live.
For our progeny's future, why the fear of a political missive?
2/24/2021
~2~
Categories:
liberated, character, perspective, society,
Form:
Rhyme
Inundated Not Liberated
AT 15 Is your mind closed for the season-
Or are you just "OUT TO LUNCH"
IF YOU BELIEVE EVERYTHING YOU'VE
HEARD you HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO LEARN..
Then a child you shall remain.
AT 30 Is your mind closed for the season-
Or are you just " taking a vacation from reality"?
IF YOU BELIEVE EVERYTHING YOU'VE
HEARD you HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO LEARN..
What's the point in your living on.
At 45 Is your mind closed for the season-
Or are you just "BRAIN DEAD"
If you believe everything you've been
contrived to know, then you
HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO LEARN-
what are you living for?
.
If you understanding nothing at 60
concluding no solutions
And still wait for another nation
to save you,
While they rob
and replace you
waste you
debase you.
We are doomed..
There is "No fool like an old fool"
Truer words were never said-
Better off to die young.
Than go to your grave,
as a closed minded slave.
Categories:
liberated, abuse, africa, betrayal, clothes,
Form:
Verse
A Liberated Sonnet of Liberation
The heroes have been silenced. Gone.
The leaders are contained. Contented.
And the warriors are now married
To the earth; and we are divorced again
From justice—cast aside once more.
The fruits of the journey lay rotting
In abandoned dream sheds;
War is no longer a game children play
But a hypnotizing reality seeping away
Innocence choked on self-destruction.
Yet all is not lost. The sun comes again tomorrow.
We shall rise and clothe ourselves in tattered hope
And arm ourselves with the old weapons of faith.
Delayed justice is snow; and the devil is a lie.
Categories:
liberated, africa, allegory, black african
Form:
Prose Poetry
How time sheds your claws of deceit
From falsehood grating my vulnerability;
Yet I claim a self’s need to be: the rain freshens
New waves...bathing, exalting my authentic life
That dances through all veins within the marrow,
While I see my face emerge as a pink orchid
Allowing this heart to love my own essence:
Till the moon shines in these eyes… alive, liberated.
Laura Lou’s Quote Prompt II
11.26.2016
Categories:
liberated, identity, love, self,
Form:
Verse
I can't hold back
This moment will only come once in this lifetime
Do you want to be free?
Break the binding of this world and the shackles of this society
Caged like an animal , awaiting the next kick to your ribs that lets you know your still alive.
Muscles tensed
crouched down into the corner of your mind
Black bird will you ever be free?
Can you fly through the currents of the sky and the tempest of the storm?
How strong is your will to reach the next destination?
Questions asked and answers rarely given.
Will you seek these answers?
Will you leap off the cliff of your inhibitions, and dive into the unknown?
Fall or Fly
Categories:
liberated, anti bullying, anxiety, dark,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Liberated Part 1 of 2
Liberated after years of incarceration, body and mind vacation,
somewhere tropical, just shy of the equator, feel unstoppable as pen and paper,
intimately dance, a tickertape parade on hot sands,
raining lyrics from my life, a celebration as I flick through my vinyl, hands aloft, a beer and a reefa, like I'd scored in the champion's league final,
was holding the trophy, spilt suds soak me,
immediately evaporate from my skin in the heat, body obediently following the beat,
or is about to be, 'we are the champions, we are the champions, we are the champions,' mentality,
feeling as high as that last note, about to unleash the dancer, the poet,
move outside, lured by the beautiful weather, feet feel light like that Forest Gump feather,
perfect backdrop: our English scenery, nature acting in this scene with me,
dramatic in approach, a convincing, fluid performance, beautiful voice but muted by my cordless, headphones, they allow me to find my own meaning, words from poems,
replacing the chaffinch chirp, the rook's rasp, the creak of timber in the wind's clasp,
slow intro beats replace the drip of a snow-cap melting, high tempo beats, the rain pelting,
lightening, thunder, a pirate on the plunder,
cutlass slicing during the sullen tones, then bang, musket shots, skull n crossed bones,
activated by a starting pistol, feel it ear to ear, Caribbean waters, crystal clear,
as I dive in, look skyward, watch my breath bubbles rising,
magical as the light filters through the surface to meet them, follow them back, pick up the beat again,
fully inhaling, feel like I've found that holy grail thing,
as I take another drink, moving back the years, as shoulders slink,......
Categories:
liberated, emotions, fantasy, music,
Form:
Rhyme
I have embarked on a journey
The wandering spirit is upon me
My heart and soul are fixed
My legs are hungry for a walk
All my pains are gone
My only pr-occupation is to keep on moving
Keep on moving to where the spirit directs
My eyes are closed but my mind is made up
You wandering spirit lead me on
Would this journey lead me to my destination?
I do not know but I do hope so
Lord lead me on to wherever you direct
I cannot afford to look back now
Cause I have been stuck there for eternity
I must keep on moving
To keep an appointment with fate
Destitution had always been my companion
Poverty had always dogged my very existence
Loneliness had brought me nothing but misery
As I sat daily under the tree of abandonment
I have set out on a journey
A journey of no return
I must keep on moving
I must not retreat I must not give up
I have been fooled around for so long
Waiting for the pie to fall
But all was a dream and a mirage
I must keep on moving
I waited for a Good Samaritan to pull my chestnuts from fire
However, the wait was too long
I must keep on moving
I must move to possess my possession
I have taken my destiny in my hands and heart
Because no one could do it for me
Now I am free
I have been liberated
Clear cut goal has set me free
Determination has given me victory
Conviction has made me a winner
Persistence has given me success
Rise today from your doldrums
Keep on moving
Success is in your hands
Failure is by choice
Keep on moving and never look back!
Categories:
liberated, allegory, allusion, confidence, courage,
Form:
Free verse
Ecstatic
the soul became
as
all body's honors and earthly
riches
were left behind!
Now,
free at last,
liberated from flesh's bonds,
for
alms of mercy
the
heaven implores! *
© Demetrios Trifiatis
23 February 2019
* This week my last uncle- a good man - passed away.
It was left to me to pronounce the eulogy.
Categories:
liberated, blessing, heaven, life,
Form:
Personification
Part 2 of 2
..............to naughties, 90s, 80s, rap and dance, circumnavigate the globe, my circumstance,
improving, make my girl smile like that girl in the Louvre, n,
spread her wings like that northern angel, our thoughts connected by cable,
as we reach for the heavens, cutting 4s, 8s, 7s,
with our burning spliffs, slowly bubbling beers, music mixing with my voice between her ears,
her perfect symphony, conveying how much I love her simply,
verbally holding hands, kissing, more, shedding inhibitions, flung on the floor,
exposing parts that aren't sunburnt sore, Victoria's Secrets, Agent Provocateur,
my old tartan boxers following, she starts to pole dance, nowhere to stick a dollar in,
but appreciation's shown, increased tongue speed as I scribble this poem,
where the sand meets sea, the ocean etch-a -sketching me,
all past mistakes forgotten in the waves, her pert bottom convexes, concaves,
in time with nature's surges, as hands cup her breasts, feel a resurgence,
close to divine, always have three points of contact when you climb,
don't think I can reach much higher than this, then a slow, soft, lingering kiss,
warms me whilst chilling, beautiful heat followed by a breeze, a swarm in my mind, bumble bees,
only my queen in focus, buzzing together in a summer shower of affection, a lotus flower erupting, our combined reflection,
two bodies as one, me and my beach, me and my girl, almost in reach, can feel that hair curl,
as my hands slowly glide to a Mike Jackson oldie, locks and locks flow by me, goldie,
in colour, forming a halo in the sunshine, a feeling of liberation, knowing she's mine,
and she's out there somewhere...
Categories:
liberated, culture, fantasy, music,
Form:
Rhyme
A liberated star in prison
I lie miserably in the 2nd layer of the three course wall
With chains on my hand and no chance to even crawl
My beautiful black color has been demeaned
And each day comes with the possibility of my importance diminishing
I was born because of liberation
But with no liberation
I have been imprisoned
Leaving my people still in the dark
I wake up each morning to see droplets of crying blood on me
And on my yellow precious mattress which looks shiny but tattered
I try to swerve the blood and move into the green forest
But as degraded as it is there's no protection for me
The lion then seeks to devour me
The devil seeks to destroy me
And having no option
I compromise without thinking about the future
Release me from my bondage you slave masters
Liberate me so i can liberate my people
For freedom they think they have
But they do not have
If i could walk beyond this forest
My people could go a dozen times beyond the forest
But as a fictionally liberated star
I'm chained in prison together with my people
Categories:
liberated, lost, prison, star,
Form:
Free verse
This music that is playing on this bus
Is robust, cheerful and energetic.
African beat if there ever was,
To give the journey a touch of magic.
It brings pep into my African foot,...
Like I could stand and start moving
And start people wondering what's afoot
That an adult man could do such a thing!
Yet a work colleague of mine
Did exactly that the other day.
He was clearly feeling fine,
In the passage dancing away!
Such is the character of our job.
Very deep its lows can be.
It has actually caused people to sob
And can make one feel really shabby!
Therefore, when a good moment comes
The likes of us can feel elated,...
Can take the floor without any qualms
When by music he is liberated!
Categories:
liberated, africa, car, cheer up,
Form:
Rhyme
Verse 1
Initiated, when there’s a choice to truly take it
In order to be liberated, gain true identity
When there’s a low road, a higher path is taken solo
It doesn’t matter even how slow, true living is free
Chorus
No matter the forces I see, the invisible right before me
Keep moving and gliding swiftly, liberated, it’s time to be free
All genuine none to conceal, just chasing the joy that I feel
Authentic with goodness is real, liberated, truly liberated
Verse 2
Unrelenting, a core desire with no ending
Distractions don’t require tending, so undeservedly
Uncomplicated, could be as simple as I make it
A dream pursued, even belated, there’s possibility
Chorus
Verse 3
Footsteps, yes I gotta find my own quest
The only way to give my true best, originate and shine
To awaken, to be myself yet unmistaken
All the others they are taken, the opportunity is mine
Chorus
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Categories:
liberated, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
The knowledge of knowing real liberty
now where indeed can this be found?
is there a world outside of this place?
now maybe it's around in this earth ground
No it's been sent down from heaven
found in the divine canon of scripture
there is the very vice of God Himself
instructing man how to faithfully endure
This is indeed really truly liberating
once you allow this truth real space
to invade your mind in revelation
it raises you up to fuller grace
Having God's precepts before you
be sure to learn it's lessons well
for in this truth there is freedom
to walk at liberty for you to tell
Your soul has truly been set free
keeping this word not just in part
true liberation you now have known
walking before the Lord with full heart
('I will walk at liberty for I seek thy precepts'. Psalm 119: 45)
Categories:
liberated, bible, freedom, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
Axed dent of circumstances
finds yours truly liberated,
whereby no obligatory constraints
obliges forcible adherence
synchronizing Circadian rhythm
forcibly linkedin within paradigm
minutely crafting, daisy chaining
involuntarily ceding cradle to grave
man made artificial construct
(dismissing one living away
off the gridlock)
co-opting every precious moment
comprising hour quotidian existence
to sustain swiftly styled
harry tailored lifestyle
affording bajillion *****sapiens
luxury to scold frantic scramble,
freedom to scurry frantically
twenty four seven madcap rat race
formerly existing (millenniums ago)
as "noble savage"
ah...remember those glory days
now, grudgingly,
niggardly... unwittingly
compromising pleasant dreams
jarring deeply slumbering
body electric groggily awake
liberty, courtesy alarming wake up
to toil away making dem
big dearly beloved bucks
essentially entering holy grail
searching made more worthwhile
thankless fracas, fray, fraught
pitting one beasty boy against t'other
survival of fittest in overdrive
(Charles Darwin taken aback),
how origin of most ruthless species
went a courtin for dazzling,
jazzy, regal trappings
supposedly to ease
grueling laboring mind numbing
lumpenproletariat, when after
devoting, sacrificing, venerating...
prime mating years
take respite, and
hire oneself out
as independent contractor,
versus sedately pathetic mundane...
you bet your life
in relation to this
self ostracized scrivener.
Categories:
liberated, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse