Freedom French Poems | Examples
These Freedom French poems are examples of French poems about Freedom. These are the best examples of French Freedom poems written by international poets.
Exploration!
Confound?
In your exit!
Out myself?
"While Lancaster assumes the role"
News and filming
My first conviction times, bold.
Losing renewal values
Abundantcy people on a crime
I'm sure of that much
When I'm in the business transaction, okay and your going?
Off the call.
It ends in you called yourself back, I'm fine.
Freedom from film in French
Just getting to france takes hello's!
Ahoy!
French Prisoners
Kevin and the Irish actress stay put
Get Lara's the news
Lara's in the system, finally.
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Juliet Society
They would put their foot Into everything,
why not open your mouth and I'll give you a ping;
government is ousted, maybe freedom is related,
first time I kissed, I found all this hype was overrated.
L'amour for sure, I'm going on the guided tour,
I had an Eiffel but they just closed the door,
Sacre Coeur was a blur, I was clamouring for more,
Notre Dame burnt down but I still went, what for?
Montmartre licked me in the rain, a nice fountain,
your lips pouted, abnormal but became same again;
prefer to stay on the outside, just an english kiss,
but when you're offered an opening, too good to miss.
Al this writhing activity left me feeling rather weak,
but there was no need to worry, it was tongue in cheek.
Like déjà vu a haiku an à la carte menu
this great story is comparable ~ to parables in holy writ
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Une Prière pour la Liberté!
Note: I used "A Prayer for Freedom" as the title of the poem because this site does not permit using proper spelling of non english languages in the title. What a shameful pity.
French "Liberté!" came with the guillotine,
hand in hand; a much more refined axe,
yet the old quality of Judgment
unchanged, and so unchained, from a past
of Justice long hung, from an old mast
flagged so proudly with "Enlightenment".
Great ideas may emerge from great minds,
and great souls may suckle their newborn life,
newly arrived, a great blessed event,
manifest with all impurities,
no guarantees of security,
or advancing Freedom's argument.
Again and again we try and try,
despite all attempts that go awry.
We so willingly give our assent,
out of sheer hope or desperation,
to better the life of a nation.
Kneel and pray that it's not all hell bent.
Let us take the time to live
To be free, my love
With no plans and no routine
We can re-imagine our life
Come to me, I’m here
All that’s missing is you
Nothing is impossible, everything is allowed
Come over here, listen to the murmured words
On the other side of the month of May
They make us the promise
That everything will fade one day
Come to me, I’m here
All that’s missing is you
Nothing is impossible, everything is allowed
Let us take the time to live
To be free, my love
With no plans and no routine
We can re-imagine our life
---Georges Moustaki
Translated by C. Johnston
Poetry, look!
A free worm* crawls on you hand!
The French always tended to invent
all sorts of nasty things:
freedom, equality, fraternity,
French fries, free verse.
When I was a small and ardent poet,
I worshipped rhymes
and denied a free verse the right to be called
poetry.
With time I grew up and cooled down,
as evidenced by the lack of rhymes herein.
Don't swat! Let it crawl.
Give the worm a chance to turn into
a butterfly.
* “Free verse” is derived from the French “vers libre” which can be translated as “free worm”, (fr.) ver – worm.
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I opened my love to a beautiful day,
In rain, in hail, and cold,
And my heart ran off, to your open arms,
To grasp, to nurture and hold,
With love on your pillars, reaching up high,
Above all the love in the town,
My heart, in your arms, played like a child,
Played with what it had found,
And that was a freedom for happy and fun,
Freedom to do what I do,
To be a red balloon in a cluster of black,
As I happily walk beside you,
Now, since our bubble of free is secure,
We can turn our colours up bright,
And we can become the rainbow of fun,
The beautiful rainbow at night.
To be French means I’ll need to stop a few things,
Whilst other small details I’ll seize.
I'll need to start smoking a lot, and
Start eating a whole lotta cheese.
But I wont wear berets with striped shirts,
Or hold a long skinny baguette,
Or say words like merde or putain,
Va te faire foutre, or even say couchette.
But, I will talk as though I am in love,
And eat frogs legs whenever I dine,
And be happy, with passion, with all that I am,
Then, with friends, share all of my wine.
I find poetry in the most absurd of ideals and euphemisms, but there are ideas that elude me
The fact of the existence of narcissistic assholes who believe themselves immune in statement
The fact of the existence of evil that goes unpunished when the stick is easily available
The fact of the existence of the most corrupt beings acclaimed as the saintliest ones
The fact of the existence of those who believe in science, but denounce observation
The fact of the existence of hypocrites that can never look in a mirror, lest they be burned
The fact of the existence of those who try to come together to get away from each other
The fact of the existence of disrespect among the privileged to a more privileged
The fact of the existence of stalwart defenders that are in truth attackers and offensive
The fact of the existence of those who will defend these people to seem superiors
but the most eluding fact is a statement made among one who lives among these existences
“Just Live with It”
But I will not
warrant to arrest
From the time when your
Birthday start Friends & family
Having fun .....
You may get many wishes & gifts
But on the other hand , I will
Having fun...
To stole a part of your happiness to
Having fun....
& Broadcast my petals of dream to
not wish you ''HAPPY BIRTHDAY''
This year for sending A.............
warrant to arrest me in your Love
with love all
jagdish bajantri
He raised his glass, then sipped his beer.
Gringos all then raised a cheer!
"To Mexico!" Hear them cry, "Oh!"
"Today is good old Cinco de Mayo!"
"To freedom for old Mexico!"
Their 4th of July so we've been told.
"The day they earned their independence."
"The day they won for their descendents!"
"Señor, I think your book has cracks.
I think you need to check your facts.
Our independence is in the Fall.
About us, you seem to have built a wall."
"Buenos dias, señor" he would say.
"And happy Battle of Puebla Day."
Oh my, who could ever tell?
"Happy Cinco de Mayo to you as well!"
I was stuck in the back of a small car again,
Not enough air, raging heat, suffocating sun,
Thinking of physical exercise, freedom and poetry,
And of the French and their liberty run.
I spoke English sometimes with a speech problem,
But I always spoke French without,
So stars collided when a man on a motorbike,
Pulled up, and in French directed us with clout.
It was in Ibiza where we were holidaying,
Having persuaded mum and dad to go,
But being so confined in that car distressed me,
So I was relieved then, ‘cos French I did know.
When I journeyed out for walks on my own,
In my blue electric wheelchair so serving,
I had conversations with the locals in French,
And for me they were their smiles reserving.
The Little People
Where do all the little people live?
Marine Le Pen lives in France
A rabbit, who has come out of her hole
Donald Trump lives in America the Great
Trump will soon enough make it a dump
Fernando Furtado
Starves all the Brazilian Indians
No rice for the dark lazy ones
What ever could the Amazon teach us?
Putin, is truly a littleput one
A puffy war chest for sure
He sits on old telephone books to seem tall
He may sit down for Turkey dinner with a smirk
Little ones soon realize when it’s too late
That Turkey will eat them.
I am sad
So many migrants in one boat
When if dreams came true
The Little people above
Should migrate to the sinking boats below
For France and Libertè
Bloodbath of hearts, young, old and hard working,
Pit of despair with anger, death and evil lurking,
Why France, why that small country?
Lights cut off, silence punctuated the gunshots,
Which killed, and where so many became hotspots,
You are malevolent with no gentry.
France has always been known for free speech,
For America’s liberty and Piketty’s wealth screech,
Continuing to embrace the many;
A hard intervention policy on Syria for the following,
Of other nations which did indeed with them ring,
For a Syrian democracy brawny.
And recently, Qatar only won the FIFA football bid,
Because France validated them to Blatter, the top lid,
Qatar gave them money for ISIS;
The freedom found in France must not diminish,
Right must be fought for to dictatorship abolish,
Our lives may just be the thesis.