Free Poems - Poems about Free

Oh, it’s been such a long, long time… Jesus wept on the night that we met, Never forget on how we would have made it last forever like Keith Sweat, But things fell from the norm, How can I stand the rain if I can’t weather the storm, Oh, it’s been such a long, long time… Just a mention of your...

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Soiled soul salvation that's what I'm hoping for can these bent bones of endless sin fit through the eye of a needle and into heaven Heaven is where the saved and forgiven go when their finished bottom feeding from this poison fishbowl so, I've read -so I'm told. What we have in common is that everyone wants to know if their life after this life does...

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will i create will i survive and paint words write dreams or will i fall victim to another hateful man too ignorant to learn rather than destroy that which he doesn’t know men like him will rule the world until we change or we die there is no other option and in this truth i feel scared and i hate that hate can make me feel small trembling and terrified knowing i am not enough to change it....

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We never asked to be different. We only wanted to walk without folding our souls into apology. To laugh without someone measuring the pitch of our voices and deciding if it was a boy or a girl. To hold a hand without scanning the street like love was a dealer, and we, the addicted. Some greet your heart like a stray: smiling, until it dares too...

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In my life, this old heart of mine has been pierced and broken into pieces many times since I was six, when my grandmother told me that my mother, I called Mama gave me to her sister, I called Mommy to prepare me for my parents and two brothers were coming to live with us. I was heartbroken how my mother treated me,...

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Look at the sky, different colors are seen. Vibrant, cool, and warm colors make lives joyful and bring hope....

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I'm not feeling myself today— I see a sea of selfies. adrift in a mirror maze, floating as reflections that are lost in a hall of posed intentions. Each face is a practiced smile. a seance of polished poses, looped like circling carousel horses, whispering secrets they pretend are mine. I forge new versions of myself daily, crafted to echo what strangers crave, me...

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The quicksilver moon’s not secure in her orbit. I’ve heard that she’s slyly slipping away, One and a half inches yearly so a little bit every day. I, for one, want her to stay. ‘Oh meritorious silver sister, you have no dark side, and I’ve grown used to your capricious light, Why do you only hover at night?” I think of her as...

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When the dirt covers your body you will truly remember all that you loved all that you hated, it will grow through your thighs, between your armpits between your legs into your thoughts, your secrets, dead and bloated, no more pains no more worry, just you and your secrets, your tears and your fears, all melting under the pressure of dirt, the black...

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Can we just not talk ? Everything that will come up you will only accuse and not understand. All I got under my feet are unfriendly rock. And there is no one to light the dark life that settled on my land. (18.07.2025)...

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The classroom is a quiet forge, and I, a blade in silent fire— shaped by care, tempered in calm, honed to serve a brighter purpose. But into this heatswept chamber she storms, a tempest cloaked in titles— her words the hammer’s fall, striking without measure, without proof. She holds a flame to my calm steel, asking why I do not sparkle like she: “Why do...

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Christmass season is now here.! Celebrating the birth of our King,! Thus heaven has blessed our kingdom here ! As the new holder of the crown is now a queen.! A new era has begin,! Mummers came to sing,! Under the mistletoe they are all kissing,! Wassailers were all drinking,! Duke and duchess were dancing,! Hail to the new born King,! Thou...

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(“Pandora’s Box”, 2014, original pen and ink and oil) Pandora’s Box I don’t know who she was, What she did or how she did it, And maybe it was something sublime Or maybe she was just another woman With the kind of perfect snatch To launch a thousand ships In a sea of broken hearts, But Pandora certainly left her mark Even today,...

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Killed life Killed lives Psycholgy Kills lives God is life His laws Eternal No psychology Make false people No children Psychology Killed lives I am a human Created by God I don’t need psychology In my life I am a creature of God I don’t want psychology I don’t want this mentality Psychology In my Life ...

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From the depths of forgotten sleep, the shadows of unknown dreams rise, On the paths of the night, our steps are guided by nameless stars, In the cosmic silence, the whispers of destiny that traverse us are heard, Every hidden thought becomes a window to the inner light. Through forests of memories, the heart seeks its way to clear...

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