Freedom Fighting Poems | Examples
These Freedom Fighting poems are examples of Fighting poems about Freedom. These are the best examples of Fighting Freedom poems written by international poets.
Looking in the mirror
I saw an image it was clear.
I told my reflection
you are loved and shed tear
No longer prisoner to shame,
I watched my shoulders slowly rise.
The person that I dared to name
Now gazed back with gentler eyes.
In that moment of pure grace,
The walls I'd built began to fall.
Years of doubt left without trace,
As self-compassion filled the hall.
The mirror held more truth than glass,
A portal to my wounded core.
The strength I needed came at last,
From words I should have said before.
The bravest act of love of all healing
starts so small, A whisper when
the world grows still.
Prison proofed man.'
This hero is Aussie Assange.!
Innocent as charged.)
Flying in the face
Disgraced FBI..' never us!
Australians rising now.!
Burning, broken bridges
are fixed when fighters faint.
Learners lothe their limits,
but painters pick their paint.
Builders break their backbones
so we can wonder and wait,
but city skyline sights
ramp a ridiculous rate.
Waiting wasn't working,
so someone sings a song.
It hurts the hearts of heroes
and those what wanted wrong.
We win this war together;
on devils, don't depend.
No one here knows nothing.
Fight with us 'til the end.
I
If one evangelizes for God, caution
Must never be thrown to the wind
In (mission) field, social science education
As anthropology says, learn, be kind:
Slow to judge, eager to understand
Many spirits roam each people & land
II
I helped a grandmother escape a lover
Long dead, but haunted her home, bed,
Every lover she had, from age 40, widowed
That young, robbed of any joy, but Jesus
How does one from America fight dead
And jealous but dead lovers, causing chaos?
But on one's knees: Jesus, thy Holy Spirit
Will boot out every foul spirit
Hanging on to this lady, even to her church:
In South Africa. 'traditional healers' (Iniquity)
And a Constitution permits sangoma witchdoctors -
Fought on my knees, I begged Trinity for favor
For safety, and power in prayer, the Blood
Of Jesus, pleaded, as in Egypt pre- Exodus
Gave Mrs. Gert the freedom she'd long lost
Yet having to leave that church where she and
Gerald had worshipped - he, merely, secondhand
There is a war of rage being waged.
I want to run into the heat I feel,
And fight to save global souls,
Not ease into the frost surreal.
I hear my commander’s voice,
Calling me out to come and see,
This echo cries for unending peace,
Never settling for inhumanity.
I behold the gauntlet of the clash,
And stand up to the vision I see.
This is why we came at last,
In the revolutions of eternity.
I reach out to gather others in,
Taking stock in preparation to go.
We wave our freedom banners in the wind,
“Attack!” is our manifesto.
We are the marked generation,
Fighting for family preservation.
Our hearts bear with ultimate victory,
The work shouldered in exultant delivery!
We are the soldiers of this hour,
And workers of Christ’s power.
Building upon our watchtowers,
We righteously make the Kingdom ours.
Go and read this manifesto,
It will make you a true hero.
It is a holy ancient record written,
Entitled, “The Book of Mormon.”
Fighting for a New Iran.
Marg Bar they shout
At those they hate,
Iranians want changes
They are brave, they are great.
They must call for rebellion
So freedom voices say,
But when they need their help
Those voices are far away.
Opponents who gather on the streets
Are persecuted and oppressed
When they fight for freedom and justice
They believe they are blessed.
Raul Máximo da Silva
Portugal
For our freedom
My world is dying
Death becomes her
Or suits her
Her? What machismo is this?
The fake masculinity that rises from
Their system of profit
It is changing
From male bosses
To male bosses and some women
An equal opportunity that keeps ravaging us
As workers, women and men
In the name of more money
For them
To reinvest in more capital
And more exploitation
There is no end
Unless we do it, ourselves
Rising together against
The bosses
Our gains, their losses
Rejoice, a new world is coming
I hear it drumming
At their fences
Hence their tenseness
Rejoice, revolt
Two words of wisdom
So far unheeded
But oh so needed
Until we act
For our freedom
For our freedom
it’s worth
not giving in
not giving up
how I yearn
for fortitude
to overtake my heart
and release dark thoughts
and stormy clouds
that fill my sky
and weigh me down
how I pray for
sunny days
of freedom
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on February 22, 2019 for contest END FEB 2019 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Originally posted on November 25, 2018
Walking past the ashes of what once was a dancing fire,
I stare coldly at the greying ground.
Demons unleashed to uncover and expose the ruthless remains
Of unscrupulous beings disguised as mortals.
Rejects from hell that have been kicked out,
Not a single door hasn’t ejected them.
Destruction in their blood, thirsty for revenge;
Unfortunate are those with a pure sweet soul.
A skirmish unraveled embracing the innocence of the impeccable.
Before I knew it, I was unable to move and being held down.
The mighty sword of truth was out of reach, until I managed to stretch.
From left to right it slayed through air eliminating anything in my diameter.
As the tip of the sword ejected them from Earth,
An inevitable explosion was heard.
The atmosphere was covered in falling dust like particles,
While I slowly inhaled my first breath of freedom.
-Inactive Volcano
Kicking punching and biting
I am so tired of fighting
Survival is not enough
Life is not just being tough
Freedom is one of happiness keys
Living a life without dependencies
Depending on pensions to come through
With big brothers thumb on top of you
Pressing depressing and holding you down
Keeping you from reaching your crown
Others with claws of financial razors
Want your blood for them to savor
Be indebted to no one or human thing
Don't let them bow you and call themselves your king
Depend on God and the strength He gives you
Be content with what you have and what you do
The grass is not greener it is all just plastic and paint
Stay strong and from temptation keep stiff restraint
Or you will be cornered just as I am
And fighting to breathe in someone elses hand
When pain and suffering rips me a part
That's when rage and adrenaline begins to start
My soul feels broke, torn all to shreds
Wanting to knock fools upside their heads
My eyes see red and my blood run cold
My mercy and love wants to hold
Darkness takes over my feeble brain
Driving my mind to be insane
Yet I refuse to let my mind go dark
Or else evil will leave it's mark
For my soul would be stained and my hands would be bloody
All sounds would cease and my sight would be muddy
And when the storm finally passes
I will rise above the ashes
By: Kim H. M.
Across the land they
marched,
Over the sea they sailed.
Fighting for freedom,
Fighting with a cause,
Fighting hard they fought.
Many were killed,
Many were injured.
They fought for freedom,
They fought with a cause,
Fighting hard they fought.
Families were separated,
Friends were lost,
People died!
For this cause.
Fighting for freedom,
Fighting with a cause,
Fighting hard they fought.
Now we remember,
Their brave deeds.
Of how they,
Fought for freedom,
Fought with a cause,
Fighting hard they fought.
I hope that all of you liked this
poem, some times I think
people can take advantage of
our troops. They who bravely
risk their lives for us. So I
wrote this in honor for them.
You fought over the smallest of sand
For my country in a foreign land
Advance all the time and never retreat
USA is number one and can never be beat
The military taught you how to survive
I hope you can make it home alive
When everything is all said and done
You fought with your life for my freedom
Thank you for fighting for me
Now I know freedom doesn’t come free
What you did for America makes me feel over come
Thank you for fighting for my freedom
Remember them for the blood the gave
To make America home of the brave
Army Navy Air force Marine
Toughest old boys you’ve ever seen
Hopefully they’ll get back to those crying mothers
They will be alright with they’re band of brothers
When everything is all said and done
You fought with your life for my freedom
Thank you for fighting for me
Now I know freedom doesn’t come free
What you did for America makes me feel over come
Thank you for fighting for my freedom
They sent them to the school of hard knox
Now they’re coming home in a pine box
Zipped up in a in a bag
They gave they’re family a flag and a dog tag
Remember them when you pray
Stand tall for them and remember them on Memorial Day
We fight for many reasons...
We fight for freedom, peace
and love.
We fight for love and
against love.
Love is a non-stop
war sometimes between
two people sometimes
between more...
When one war is done
you come out with battle
wounds. But the wounds
dont matter when you come
back to the one you fought
for. When you come back
and they have open arms
for you no matter what happened.
They have the same battle wounds
as you. When this battle is over
the next one comes along soon
after. Sometimes you think
you finished the battle and there
will be no more fighting, but then
they start up again. You think you
finished it when you tell yourself
that your never going to fight for
this person ever again even though
deep down you are fighting to them
off your mind....
The war is never over...
I could never back out
when facing adversities;
I keep on fighting my battles,
until there no more to fight!
They think I do it for prestige,
to win the sympathies of others,
but it's a misleading thought that provokes...
see how I capture a fortress without a siege!
My courage indicates how I prevail when nothing
seems insignificant or impossible;
everything has a concealed meaning,
or a scope behind it...and I dream of the unattainable!
Gladiators of ancient Rome
fought in the arena to gain freedom,
but only a few were fortunate enough
to survive and cheat death!
I'm hoping that my fate wouldn't be too fierce,
admiring how those slaves stood against tyrrany...
and with strenght and effort, they gained their liberty;
today, fighters don't shed blood...they only shed tears!