Free Poems - Poems about Free

Why as black women do we just have to accept everything Can't complain just accept the bare minimum Treated like mothers who didn't get a choice Forced into a life of sacrifice Treated like animals but stripped of dignity Our lives were never ours just a product of control Used and abused like some rag doll Dressed to...

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Why as black women do we just have to accept everything Can't complain just accept the bare minimum Treated like mothers who didn't get a choice Forced into a life of sacrifice Treated like animals but stripped of dignity Our lives were never ours just a product of control Used and abused like some rag doll Dressed to...

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In a world full of snakes How do you tell which is poisonous Each identical Yet some harmful In a world full of political parties How do we know which one is all inclusive Different paths But the same ending? In a world full of smiles How do you differentiate between lie and truth When promises are empty And lies become...

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Expectations No rest No time to breathe A weight on your chest Nothing less than excellence Even that's not enough A world that tells black people That even if you follow the rules You are still not good enough Because as long as your black They will always have the last laugh In a world that preaches equality It sure is a hypocrite From...

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"Be still… and know God!" Present in every atom, manifestation of being: The chatter of the day -- our desires, fretting, unsettling nature of seemingly sometimes fathomless night – can turn us, unwittingly from ever alert angels~ vigilance of inner eyes who see all, inner ears, ever listening to a song of love, a tacit sense of divine vibration~ an ever present, eternal touch realized as awesome supernal intimacy...

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EFFORTLESS* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ frilly white flower, windblown floating above the cedar oh my! how flowers journey their scattered color becomes wind. effortless to be a flower in the wind to let Nature pull one home, always home. *Note: Poem originally written for and submitted in response to Creative Ramblings weekly prompt.(creativeramblings.com/writing-prompts/weekly-prompt-week-16/). This is my original poem....

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ROSE-COLORED GLASSES “When you think about a show that you used to watch as a kid or as a teenager, you look at it through sort of rose-colored glasses…”Jordana Brewster ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In memory’s soft glow, the TV screen flickers alive, time stretches like taffy, the theme song lingers, a melody transporting me through the portal of childhood. The laughter of a...

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i try and paint you in a bad light inside my head to create a reason to get over you but no matter how hard i try all i can think of is you you consume my mind take control of my speech i will always drift back to you no matter how hard the universe can rip...

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My dear ones, years and accounts have passed since we spoke about the New Man, "Le Horla." From the midpoint of the Reset cycle, it is known to emerge from the mix of slaves and technology. Rudolf Steiner knew, the beginning of vaccination, non-foods prepared in the shadows of the times. The control of the masses through technocracy,...

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In a quiet corner of a crowded town Don't bear the blame with heads bow down Mistake — If not yours Then it's not yours. Trust yourself and stand beside you For no one knows you; better than you. Sleep, my soul—you’ve cried enough. The blame you carry is not your stuff. Love and hatred—a double-faced coin, Be it anything, you will be...

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Dead Babies You know where silence is complicity insidious war crimes dance in this vile air Holocaust encore ...

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I am a girl, and pink is okay but orange is my delight Give me orange or nothing at all I like it in polka dots, plaids, and paisleys Stripes are not my favorite, but I would take stripes If it included the color orange If you want to give me a combination of colors I lean toward the preteen magazine covers...

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it is strange to me that a color means something by itself, it elicits memories and experiences orange is my go-to color, not blue or pink yet did they dress me in orange when I was a baby? in the fifties? I rather doubt it. Actually, most of the photos of me as a baby show me in a diaper and...

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she breezes in with the April winds a lovely lass pure and romantically inclined baby animals frolic with her in the meadow the tulips struggle toward the sun to whisper hello she is Ostira, Goddess of Spring Refreshing grasses wave in wonderment at the princess Iris stand proudly, hoping to be noticed by their monarch. zinnias sit back and relax, confident in...

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I would not dare because free speech is no longer allowed and I fear Trump's S.S. we never were a democracy the electoral college forced us to be a republic now we are a monarchy; bow down to the king he is following Hitler's pattern book separating the country The goosestepping is not far off...

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