Freedom Simple Poems | Examples
These Freedom Simple poems are examples of Simple poems about Freedom. These are the best examples of Simple Freedom poems written by international poets.
Swirling words from an infinite field,
Caught and thought in a moment of time.
Knowing not their future or their yield,
Their full potential may be sublime.
Allow yourself a time to reflect,
Give your thoughts the freedom to expand.
It won’t take long for them to connect,
Piece them together the best that you can.
For simple thoughts to be understood,
Whether written are spoken be clear.
Used correctly, they’ll be more than good,
They’ll be easy to read or to hear.
Allow your thoughts to simmer and stew,
Make your message be truly unique.
Add some depth for those special few,
Who hear more than just the words you speak.
Most of your words the crowd will not hear,
Or even remember in the end.
But those who listen, they will endear,
Mature thoughts on which they can depend.
God is one indivisible being;
truth affirmed in scriptures time and again
but dark thought clouds prevents us from seeing,
so unless we break free from our mind-chain,
we will hesitate to dance in the rain.
Ego-identity does not exist
but if we think it does and so insist,
like an ostrich, our head sunk in a hole,
fear of freedom causing us to resist,
we’ll reclaim not soul’s light, sages extol.
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 natures fields of green
With a flowing ravine
No hatred nor anger here
Only peace ,kindness and nothing to fear
A simple ,tranquil place where my being is at rest
Where l am truly content and blessed!
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 a peace of mind to heal our souls and rise inclined to conquere the strife of each days toil to plant a seed in the richest soil
Quickly rising beautifully infused a flower of sunlight comes to bloom
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 write!
-Vagabond
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 the mind
proposal to those who’ve long sought
grace
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 devoid of materialistic possessions
Observing the nature as it is meant to be seen
From the perspective of a deer or fox
A peaceful existence no pain or suffering
To be a spectator of reality
What a life this would be
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 I ever think of you
I’m not very kind
Now that you’re gone
I’m feeling better
Now that you’re gone
I’ll feel that way forever
I laugh when I hear,
that you’re under pressure
or under the weather -
the last one is better
Look, I’m not irate -
and I haven’t any doubts
- you were like a bad taste,
that I had to spit out.
You proved a consternation,
a mistake on my part,
thanks again, LUzer
I actually learned a lot
.
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a song for this:
Please Please Please by Sabrina Carpenter
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 dwell of freedom
which follow me throughout the country.
i prefer the houses far from me
and the floor boards wooden
as the dust that collects is far better than the glass floors that collect crust.
does whispering reveal to me the hidden truth?
then does yelling over the loud thumping music inform me of everything i wished to know about you?
sometimes i wish i didn’t
then you’d save me the trouble of having to find a new you.
you never cared to know me as i did you.
you hurt others because they hurt you
you cheat others because cheating is a rush for you.
you’d made me feel special because life was not so simple for you.
it hurt me at first but i won’t hold it against you.
if you ever truly cared, you’d know
i see things you don’t see
feel things you will never feel
experience life in ways you would despise
but that’s okay.
i live my life in my own way
and i’d hoped your way is desperately despicable
as my life is satisfyingly simple.
In a box,
Four square walls,
A lid to hold me in.
Bursting the seams,
Spilling out,
Wandering all about!
Finding my way,
Only I can say,
What powerful things come to stay.
Sending out streams,
Of music, thoughts,
And dreams.
No more box in my ocean,
Outside the box I'll always be,
Only way I can stay free!
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 l possess
l am content and proud with what l construe
My poems are simplistic and like me without airs or graces
Just my genuine thoughts and truths
Written simply
Direct from the right places
Poems like their writers are individually unique
There being no wrongs or rights , no poetry book of rules
A creative freedom to write as we wish
Enjoying the wonderment of the poetry we all seek
I sat down to watch the birds fly
in a garden filled with roses,
while glittering rays strike my eyes
as the sun rises.
My heart, they touch; my soul, they calm.
They're like a moonlight lullaby.
Their songs are ringing bells of freedom
in the fourth day of July.
February 12, 2023
You Select Again Poetry Contest (10th place)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
The fact that we ensoul this body-mind
presupposes bondage to feeble form,
thus senses five, gender and habits bind,
self-blocking the flow of bliss currents warm.
Fear of freedom keeps us bound in a cage
of conditioning imposed by belief,
veiling the clear truth that this world's a stage,
where cessation alone grants us relief.
With thought flow slow, fears and desires recede,
revealing we're soul, here for a sojourn
and with this recognition, we gain speed
melding with God's light, in this body urn.
No sooner we step out of our soul’s way,
divine love and light becomes our mainstay.
27-November-2022
A sweet memory of our school days
We walked to school everyday
With a light school bag
Under a blue sky
With rain or sunshine abound
Only a few books in the school bag
But many flowers pluck
Or junk food bought along the way
We only had to finished our homework
Before we're free to play
We memorised lessons for our tests
Which were simple and straight forward questions
Never got tuition
We're left to learn and recite ourselves
Till we remembered
A simple style of school life
But with confidence,independence and wisdom
A nature lover
A love for freedom
A love for a simple life