Freedom Simple Poems

She rises, she rises like the sun that knows no shame,
this woman-teacher-poet-mother-flame,
her soul vast as the sky that holds all storms
yet gentle as the dewdrop...

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There's peace in simplicity. Embrace it.

Peace in simplicity 
By Michelle Morris 
18/05/2025

There's peace in simplicity 
Look around; feel calm and whole
The less things you own
The...

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I simply want to be
Where the wind blows free
Where the air is crisp and clean
No skyscrapers to be seen

No vehicles everywhere
Or pollution in the air
Just...

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If a lullaby shall set us free
We shall sing of diamond dream
We shall roam the hills of gold
Where wind torn moments
quickly dissolve 

We shall find...

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These days I have been indulging myself, 
But lurking guilt always dims my joy, 
In the rhythm of rushed life, 
I even forgot how to...

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Fruit that’s ripe is easily picked from a tree
but things which are forbidden are not free.
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masterplan for the mind
settled on selfless, godly, righteous, lawful thought
choices bind

a hungry heart
proposal to those who’ve long sought
where to start

home base
Christ's blood has bought
grace

masterplan for...

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If one's purpose could be to wander
From great fields of grass to vast tall tree forests
No concern of sustanance
A soul sustained only by experience
A world...

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I don’t know, I don’t care,
if you’re going to the party
or you won’t be there

I don’t give you a thought
you’re not on my mind
and if...

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I am also a prose poet, navigating the realms of expression unencumbered by the shackles of rhyme. In this vast expanse of literary freedom, I...

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"The Pure in Simplicity"

the love thieves
all in syncronicity
shoot silver kisses 

like bullets

penetrating
the pure 
in simplicity

pretenders 
sit at your table
feast on your losses

never your wins
now...
acrostics..

they swallow,
whole...

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my cigarette carton smells like gum
like my mothers bag when i was young. 
the cicadas are hidden in the bushes 
as if surrounded by the...

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In a box,
  Four square walls,
  A lid to hold me in.

  Bursting the seams,
  Spilling out,
  Wandering all about!
...

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I work hard to drain the pain of the everyday simple things
wiping away my tears with the next stain of empathy.
thinking I’ve grasped the next...

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I am unable to write as beautiful and poetically as you do
Truth being is l do not have your gift with words
Though no envy do...

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