Freedom. Poems - Poems about Freedom.

through window, wishing wallflower watches wafting wind wave wild rose, weeps...

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I'm sorry I know you may have never been told that But you deserve it And so if nobody is gonna tell you that I will You deserve it In a world that has told us to be strong And has held us to impossibly high standards I wanted you to know that you matter And you deserved better From the world From your own I'm...

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When logic fails, something within me undeniably stirs, something that was always there, in the silent void, waiting for me to veer off, and let go. To stop thinking, start feeling, and open up. I shed my incumbent clothes, waded in, felt the tug of the tide, tasted the salty water on my lips, and went with the flow. To be carried to places reason could,...

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Too Many Weeds Never a break? Traffic overlapping. Nothing is parallel. Busy world. (Like Ants) No time to rest. Dirt settled. Weeds crawl upward. Race to nowhere. People are always in a hurry. Weeds grow slowly. Take time to breathe. Time is fading. Too many weeds. Ashes descending. A road burning. Congested streets. Always worried. ...

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There are things I know that you will never be sure about. My life was easy, you have gone through more than me but I understand the world just the same. Every path I take I take with uncertainty and conditional faith, every path I avoid I avoid with thought and assuredness. ...

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An old man once said: Freedom isn’t free As a child, I grew up, never understanding those words. As an adult, I learned, the tree of freedom is watered with blood. I thought we had paid enough. But as trees wither without water, so does freedom without its tribute. As such I hoped, we could pay with sweat and duty. But once again-we choose red......

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Drink deep the wine of the waking sun— Its golden breath spills over trembling hills, And morning, that fragile and flaring drum, Beats wild against time’s shrinking quills. The hour is ripe with unsung fire, A tapestry woven from wind and flame. Step out — no fear, no false desire — The world does not wait, nor call your name. The robin’s hymn...

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Theres a surge inside of Britain..' A tidal wave will rise Comesl the hour come the hero's lts time for history to Decide.' In the deep breath of September although the air might Chill.' The streets will bear true witness.' The station yards Shall fill.' In every corner of the Nation on every market Square the vibration will be travelling...

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The fingers crawled over my lips, each step a crunch on my parched soul - lullaby for my desires But where’s the wind ? Where was it, before the drizzle? The crawl slithered into sleek curling my lips into his mouth like a prey, I panted in his loop struck by the venom of his kiss I strangled reaching for the antidote...

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freedom through renunciation if be our playful flirtation we can then embrace and release each thought and offered sensation...

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Never again Run away from danger Oh you man of value Listen to the call of nature It holds a destiny for everyone It will show you the way out From a Trapped world Hold on to your pains Keep your light on Remember No one is coming to save you From a dying world...

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Break Free Have another drink. I want to break free. Carry the burden. Chains of bondage. Let go of the past. Dreams won’t last. Time is passing me by. The gray is catching up to me. Smoke another cigar. Closer to the graveyard. Lived a long life. Decay looking up into the blue sky. Pass...

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The say we are free but, our is hearts is at consciousness. Thou mind is travelling the universe looking for freedom. Hope is lost through the environment. Our hearts are playing with fire, thou hateness is among us. Why the colour of our skin try to define us. Why our souls can't live with peace where freedom is available. Hope...

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To feel worthless and lost can be the worst defeat; don't wear that look of pretentiousness it takes away every joy and sweetness! No, there's no deep affection of woman , that once those lips whispered sweetly, and that magical glow could never be broken: I put my trust and faith in you so sincerely! My existence is hunted by demons, no...

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Change was among the few of my concerns ... As I have lost, every human rights given unto me by entry of birth into this world . It was as if the communication of my birth right up to adulthood had... Oh well ! A broken telephone line connection , struggling to find common ground of...

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