Freedom. Poems - Poems about Freedom.

In the quiet nook of a loving home, Is my small world- fenced by iron bars, and a limited sky. Protected from storms and predator’s eye. Fresh clean water, steady sunflower seed supply. Almost a picture-perfect life. Yet, I often sigh. I yearn for lush trees, and open endless skies. Where the sun shines bright And the moon climbs high. I long to join the chorus of dawn, spread my...

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Let Us Make A Difference 6/18/2025 Let us please, Lord, beome the Best that we xan....

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befriending silence, our soul is released ~ no demons then remain to be appeased...

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Don’t become a mob. Destruction is not free speech when it harms others. ...

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I step out to face the night, shielded like a medieval knight; and count my victories boldly won, need not count far for that is one; drag my fingers roughly through my hair, and stumble on the bones of some lost hare; never to remember peace, but lose myself a bit a piece; life never...

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light fireworks freedom’s Fourth festivity heat ...

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Digging Into The Earth Toil with your own hands Become an architect Live on your own land Waking up early morning Making progress gradually Digging into the earth A sentimental foundation I don’t need expensive luxury Escape from civilization Living on my own Remain simple Each layer becomes completed Humble and content A small slanted...

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Loneliness Is Freedom Roam where you want. Only paying for one. No one's opinion needed. No one is barking over your shoulder. It’s quiet with no drama. My shadow walks beside me. I can be lazy without feeling guilty. There's never an argument. Just a peaceful environment. Loneliness is freedom. Plenty of time to...

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My hair is wild, as wild as can be. It sticks out in all sorts of places, It goes through many fits and stages, You can’t imagine the myriad of gazes! I have curls to a large degree. They won’t listen to my plea. My hair demands to be free....

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I wonder what he’d say to me as we strolled along the way. I think a truth he’d share with me, and here’s what he might say. “It’s not a message you’ll understand, at least not right away.” “It will always be here with you, although I cannot stay.” “My truth I leave with you,...

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Found one shiny, gold, beautiful picked it up ...

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There is a persistent embrace, a longing and a kissing, a childlike giggling, a free and predictable smile. Life foresees every dawning, foretastes every light ray, foretells every essence, forecasts every ambience. Life proclaims every mountain top, every sultry, tangled jungle, every scorched and waterless desert, every fathomless ocean floor. Dreams are uncharted roadmaps, virtual animated realities, virtual luminous mysteries, virtual unconscious answers. When we are manhandled,...

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Shifting standards in drifting sands, where forgiveness is a sundae treat, spins the wheel of fortune to shuffle-card mode. Where truth is discounted, by dealing cards face-up, and uncounted....

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Be determined, put your game on, take it up a notch, jazz it up. Get into character, be your own best self. Rewrite your destiny, draw your path and follow it. Be fearless and audacious. Let your imagination run wild, you are the hero of your life story. Feel free to fake it till you make it. Be bold, be grand, be awesome. ...

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Yesterday, I was writing poems about small things— how small beings dwell, how they endure, the quiet life we don't notice. A spider spinning a web in a corner. A bird singing at dawn. They teach us to slow down. To enjoy the little things. To survive softly. But today— I woke up to war. I don’t know who to notice first. The children in Gaza, who are so...

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