Short Free My Soul Poems

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Premium Member Church Bells


I hear the sacred church bells echo from the mountain.
They cleanse and free my soul like a baptismal fountain.
Form: Rhyme


A Quiet Place

A quiet place means
Finding a place in my mind
Where I can release myself
Of inhibitions to search
And free my soul from life's
Daily stresses of the day
© Daisy Ward  Create an image from this poem.

We Are Shadows

we are but shadows

of who we are

shadows tortured by hot sun of capitalism

where is cool water of democratic socialism

cool river

waterfall

to free my soul.

A Tired Smile

Tired of smiling when im down, I just dont feel right when you come around
Give me mercy to free my soul
There's something i think you need to know
My smile grows tired when you are here, dont know why...
Form:

This Is Love

This is love
Fill up my heart
Fill up my mind
Feed my body
Free my soul
With your loving care, I am whole
Open my eyes
Teach my heart to sing
Guide, protect, love and cherish me
Make me your everything. 
This is love.


KITES

KITE

TAKE MY AURA AND MIND 
WITH YOU
IN HOT
IN COLD
IN RAIN
IN LOVE
AND IN PAIN
FREE MY SOUL 
FREE MY SOUL
FROM YOUR BONDAGES 
LET ME FLY 
LET ME FLY 
WITH YOU IN SEVEN HEAVENS
BREAKING THE CUFFS FROM YOU 
OH DEAR KITE OF MINE BREAK ME FREE

Premium Member Fearless

The storm has passed the skies are clear

Tepid winds whisper in my ear

They're telling me death is near

There's nothing left for me to fear

I'll find a place amongst the stars

Near Jupiter or maybe Mars

To wipe away all hidden scars

And free my soul from prison bars
Form: Rhyme

Clemency

AH THE STING OF PAIN
IS BLISS
PURE AND SPLENDID
I OPEN UP
FOR THE RELEASE
THE BLOOD DRIPS AWAY
MY FEAR, MY SADNESS
I CARVE MY PAIN
UPON MY BODY 
TO FREE MY SOUL
OF YOU
I AM IN CONTROL
OF ONLY THIS 
I RISE ABOVE YOU
WITH MY HANDS
I TAKE THE BLAME
UPON MYSELF
THIS IS THE LAST RESORT.

Eternal Presence

Free my soul from worry and dread,
Remind my heart it need not feel empty and dead. 
In my struggle, let me be strong,
Clear my doubts and give my faith a song. 

For I have you, dear God, to guide me,
Through the challenges that surround and surround me. 
With steadfast grace and love divine,
In your eternal presence, may my heart align.
Form: Sonnet

Recognition

I want to master Tai Chi
Learn all the slow movements,
So that I can fight and win
In style.

I want to be the best meditater the world has ever seen
Transcend transcendence
Free my soul
So it can rise up and look down at yours.
	
I want to reach Nirvana,
But not stay,
Just long enough to write about it,
And finally get some recognition.

Tales of Darkened Spirits

Oh, tales of darkened spirits,
Memories of special loves
Pass me by and free my soul,
Purge my pain from me.

Thou with thy pleasure and dreams of delight
Hast thy reasons forgotten themselves?
Hast thy shadows darkened thy own soul
And taken to mark and score
The clean days yet to appear?



Poem first published in Withering Words Magazine, 2026, all rights reserved
© Robert Moe  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Sometimes

Sometimes I lie alone in bed
Eyes closed disrobed and feel you
Your head upon my bare chest 
Drowning the beating of my heart 
And it’s as if we are conjoined
In raptured pleasure of animal
And Soul fulfilling hunger like 
No other beast or human could 
Or would dare enter our dream
Of spiritual physical exacerbation 
Oh how you free my Soul my Love
Sometimes I lie alone in bed.

Kayla

They DETAIN me but I won't COMPLAIN 
Time MOVES slow  lamented BLUES
Don't CRY for me as I fashioned a SIGH
To FREE my soul to God as he comforts ME
So DEEP are my feelings for those who WEEP
The DEATH of those who breathed their final BREATH
I KNOW my place in life and time will SHOW
To RENDER my service to Him and then SURRENDER

 
Ralph Sergi  February 11, 2015
Contest Plucky two by nine

Heart Trapped Between Two Mountains

When my heart is crushed between two rocks, 
I struggle to find you in the darkness.
Build of temptation
foundation of moral
a layer of guilt.
To lead me in this world of **** twisted hearts.
Take mine out to see if you were hiding you there.
Building on temptation
flowing though lust 
killing myself knowing all that I have lost.
To take my heart to free my soul because I always knew I would be buried alone.
© Matt Wood  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Marsiya

Premium Member Let's Rock and Roll Minichu

LET’S ROCK AND ROLL MINICHU

Always have fun to dance
Swing in Chuck Berry’s rock music to free my soul,
in a trance.

Or dance free style
in Little Richard’s rock and roll
with smile.

Rock beat
makes me feel whole.
Sweet!

Always have fun to dance
in Little Richard’s rock and roll
Sweet!


3/27/22    Let's Minichu On Fun Poetry
                Mohan Chutani

Used:        How Many Syllables
                RhymeZone
Form: Rhyme

My Private Parts

"The job of a poet is to tell the truth no matter what." 
Michael S. Harper 





I pay my dues to poetry with every breath I take. 
With every word that moves forward on the page, 
I shake loose the silence of ordinary days, 
free my soul, let passions rise and memory live. 
Time shadows the light outside , 
but life vibrates in its rhythm. When I'm full 
of its complicated energy, I retreat to the intimacy 
of the night and write. For me.

Rise

Wish I could pull my head out from these clouds
and lay my soul to rest
but I'm not sure which way would be best
How can I rid these thoughts of failure from my head?
how can I rise in the morning and get my ass out of bed?
Fear of life stops myself from living
I am not alone but I feel lonely
Growing old but not growing up
These four walls closing around me
Free my mind to free my soul
My subconscious bleeds into my reality
plug the leaks to save my sanity

Mind

Mind, O! Wanderer mind,
you take me to a virtual ride,
let me have some peaceful time,
to live, laugh and rejoice!
Mind, O! Playful mind,
you knock me out in every fight,
let me play with all my might
to win over your inflated pride!
Mind, O! Trickster mind,
you trap me in your nasty lies,
let me fly in the open skies,
to experience Truth in empty void!
Mind, O! Vacant mind,
you rob me off my stingy clutter,
let me submerge in divinity pleasure,
to free my soul and be the bliss!
Form: Lyric

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