Free Will Poems - Poems about Free Will

Where Eyes Hurl Darts

     I step into a room of smiles
     whose eyes hurl darts at me
     What’s concealed 
        never revealed

     Shaking inside
     I wade cautiously upstream
   

Flaming Wheat

I have loved too much,
its just imagery in my head.
You can tease me kindly
and I'll love you fondly,
I know its flirting at the end,
Those all-seeing eyes
like the shining of bright
Pelicans flap and cry
when its not time to fly.
Dead at the end graffiti
A rebel's chest not perished.
These old steps decrepit
barely can take my weight
and my visions

It Just Won't Let Me Go

       Something’s rumbling inside me
        pushing, kicking
        shoving, shouting 
     And it won’t let me go, oh no
     It just won’t let me go… 

  

One Percent Chance of Win

Hard to say never give up!
It's  very simple when say,
But when we work on it 
It's more difficult than we think.


Yet, I say never give up 
Perhaps, you get,what you want,
But remember one percent chance 
Too much to win!

Tenacity for Life

Simply it's my life 
Full of tensions and problems,
But I never give up 
Cause I'm stubborn in it all,
I have passion for doing 
All that I want, want heartly,
I always face all the 
Troubles, problems and negativity.

Yet, sometimes I tir 
All of it, that happen bad,
Sometimes I can't 
Bear all interruptions in my work,
But I

I Am Green

My skin is light olive-toned with green or green-yellow
undertone and the veins on my wrists appear mostly
green, the color associated with natural world, like
plants, trees, grass symbolizing life, growth and energy.
 
I am the color of living life, feeling incredibly alive with 
energy and excitement to explore, discover, experience,
create, learn to grow emotionally and spiritually

I am Aquamarine

i ride the waves of translucent hues
in shades of blues reflecting playfully the sun
i exude tones of capricious seagreen and 
while scattering flecks of iridescence
shift in tinges uniquely unpredictable 

to the core ~ i am aquamarine



Submitted on August 14, 2025 for contest IMAGINE YOURSELF AS A COLOR sponsored by ANDREA DIETRICH

Reachable Constellations

I waver at the star teeth
of my own invention,
accreting webs of wild light
where night trades
cold for dark
sidereal heat.

I am not here for mundane marvels—
I am here to manifest my most 
daring fantasies into reachable 
constellations,

grasping at the ungraspable—
drawing unfathomables to fruition.


8.14.25

Unbroken

I felt wars break in my heart—
violence my voice could not
bear to fight alone—

and still, despite the lies 
I sometimes believe, I stand 
each day in the strength 
of my creations, weaving hope 
into miracles—thread by doubtful thread,
even as the world screams 
or turns away—

even as my hands
constrict my own throat—
I bear the unfathomable ache
of

The Real You

Maybe it is not fair,
that I have been 
clinging to an idea of you—

because maybe
the real you—tempered between
my fits of desires and invention—
carries less music,
walks a busier street,
is too mundane—too prosaic
to haunt me the way 
my dreams cruelly
reimagine you. 


8.10.25

Luminance for the Leaving

To open your heart
in this predatory world—
is to pour starlights 
into hands that may 
never intend to stay.

And if they do leave—
as some daemons do—
perhaps the glows you bestow
will illuminate their quiet violence
through every future
abandon. 


8.8.25

Fomes and Flame

I crave moments
when my terrified side
is extinguished by longing—
when I willingly share
fervent fires with a
mouth made of kindling…

equally languishing lips
that sear ache upon ache—
until even fear tastes
like love worth keeping.



8.7.25

SSRI

Why do I have to choose between a pill for my sanity and my sexual desire? 
I don’t want to feel ashamed for going weeks or months with no desire. 
I want to be affectionate. 
I want to be intimate. 
I want to want.

Words Cut

Too many opinions. 
Too many people sharing their minds. 
Is it too hard to sit and think before you speak? 
Don’t you think our own conscience cuts us down enough? 
Or maybe you don’t care. 
Little do you know, I am my hardest critic. 
I want to do my best, yet my best isn’t enough.

Redeemer

He found me broken, restless. 
He found me dirty, not worthy, fading with every given day. 
He found me through the dark, cold fog in depths of despair. 
Ground that was once soil, now filled with mud from years of unceasing rain. 
Kneeling down on one knee, He took my face in His hands and

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