Freedom Spoken Poems | Examples
These Freedom Spoken poems are examples of Spoken poems about Freedom. These are the best examples of Spoken Freedom poems written by international poets.
I hereby decline
to speak my mind
You might publish the news
of my orthodox views
I wake to choices, mine to make,
No predetermined path to walk,
No scripted lines I have to talk.
This Fourth of July I celebrate
Not just a nation's founding date,
But my own revolution won
The day I chose to be someone
The neighbors whisper, "Strange," they say,
"Why live so differently this way?"
But their approval never fed
The hunger growing in my head.
My heartbeat sets the only pace,
My dreams determine every space,
Where independence isn't just
A word—it's oxygen and trust.
Some nights the freedom feels too wide,
Some days I question what I've tried,
But then I breathe my own sweet air
And know I'm finally living where
This is my declaration loud:
I've broken free from every crowd,
These walls are mine, this life is real,
And no one else can make me kneel.
Does he have something to say
Should he be allowed to say it
Maybe he should be censored
Stand around without an opinion
He is told not to offend
Not to say anything against the world
But who knows what he could do
What he would do if he could speak
But he has been beaten down for so long
He may have forgotten what he had to say
And that would be a great loss for a hurting world
© Poem - XXIX/VI/MMXXV
LRET
You put me in a box—
'Cause that’s what makes you comfortable.
You put me in a box—
'Cause that’s what makes you strong.
You put me in a box
And tell me
That’s where I belong.
You put me in a box
To keep me
Contained.
Controlled.
You put me in a box
To strip away my soul.
You put me in a box
And seal it up tight.
You put me in a box
And think I won’t fight—
I’ll just curl up and quit.
But that’s not what you’ll get.
I don’t give a s***
How strong your box is.
I’m stronger.
Last longer.
Will conquer—
Your box.
Your rules.
Your sad expectations.
Imposed limitations.
No negotiations.
You’ll need a coffin
To keep me down and silent.
Because I’m all in.
Ain’t gonna fall in.
Gonna fight.
Get violent.
Damn your box.
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.
I'm not sure when you left,
but my guess is, it's been a process
from the beginning.
Maybe the moment you left heaven's presence
you longed for its essence,
and left unnoticed?
Or was it when your freedom fell,
taken from the grips of hell,
and all it taught you to believe about yourself,
and life?
Or maybe when the one you
felt could change all that,
did change all that,
and left himself?
So, so did you?
Or, was it when your dad left?
Or maybe when the very definition of God
was crushed under betrayal's menacing vengeance?
Your dependence on yourself was your downfall,
you know.
And now, there's no feeling left at all.
The more you left,
the more I was left wandering,
left wondering,
how to find someone who desires to remain in the shadows
When I tell my story, the past unwinds.
Poet me
Poetry
That’s the treasure that you find.
A narrative woven from threads
of joy and tears, As words flow forth
like a river's stream I relive each moment,
relive each dream The highs and lows,
the twists and turns A story of growth,
of lessons learned
When I tell my story, I find my voice
Whether you listen or not that’s your choice
I said whether I like me or not, that's your choice.
At the end of the day I will tell my story
I rise with the sun
I let my melanin glow
Rhyming and vibing as
If I did it before.
where every thread is a memory,
a moment, a choice.
The fabric of my past is fragile,
prone to unraveling,
yet resilient,
for it has shaped the person I am today.
I find solace in the knowledge
that I am not alone
With each spoken word,
I confront the ghosts that haunt me,
In my mental home.
When I tell my story, memories unfold,
With every word, a chapter's spun,
Of laughter, tears, and lessons learned, begun.
Abstract strokes dance on a jazz canvas,
Colors swirl like notes on the air,
Jazz plays softly, a breath in the silence,
Grooves poppin' in your mind,
Thoughts leap, meditation runs deep in your life of being,
In the clutter of your jazz life,
Art breaks free, a gentle rebellion, you are free,
Bringing peace in your day,
Meditation paints moments,
a home inside our souls.
Rhythms pulse, a heartbeat,
Spiritual jazz in our bones,
Melodies flow,
We breathe deeper,
Finding space, finding freedom,
Amid the everyday fountains of encounters,
that it has to be done,
Like man, what's the rush?
The partition of India as per Indian Independence Act 1947, resulted in
the end of the British rule in the sub-continent. The two self-governing
countries, India and Pakistan, came into existence at midnight of 14-15,
August, 1947. Pandit Jawarharlal Nehru, the first Prime Minister of India,
gave a visionary speech at that hour. The following poem is inspired by
that speech and uses some of its phrases taken from Wikipedia.
Many years ago, we made a tryst with destiny,
time has come now to redeem the vow credibly.
When the world sleeps at this hour of midnight,
India wakes up to freedom from the pitiful plight.
Before the advent of liberty we’ve suffered pain,
but past is gone, present calls us to a new domain.
We’ve the will to face the challenges that lie in store,
while great future before us is opening its door.
Indian Independence,1947. In the voice of Pandit Jawarharlal Nehru.
In a canvas alive with whispers of green and blue/
A giant buffalo stands, proud, bold, with majesty pride/
Its horns, like arching galaxies reach for the sky/
The buffalo stands, proud, bold, a spirit true in hues that electrify the vibrant African plans long and wide/
Against the vibrant tapestry he commands your sight, a symbol of strength, a guardian of the night/
With every stroke of color, the heartbeat of the wild, a masterpiece of nature, untamed and undefiled/
Two black birds, guardians, perch near its might, they dance on the buffalo, in the soft morning light, Contrasting silhouettes, sharp against the hue, they whisper stories of the earth, in the vast African blue/
For in this vivid moment, in this sacred space, lives the spirit of the buffalo, his the freedom we embrace/
In the dance of the buffalo, where nature's voice resounds/ African history must be recognized as the birthplace of all humankind/
Each morning I rise, with gratitude in my soul,
Life’s a battle I face, but I never lose control.
Through the trials I stand, with my head held high,
I trust that tomorrow will come, and today will suffice.
I’ve walked through the shadows, faced the darkest of nights,
But I won’t let it break me, won’t give up the fight.
I’m a warrior, unshaken, I’ll stand my ground,
Even when I stumble, I won’t be knocked down.
They say life’s a journey, with its twists and turns,
But I’ll march ahead, no matter how much it churns.
I’ll rise above the hatred, the fear, and the doubt,
Conquer every demon, silence every shout.
Like a mountain I’ll stand, steady and true,
I’ll never surrender, no matter what I go through.
Chasing my dreams, no matter the distance or strife,
I’ll keep grinding, striving, shaping my life.
By Anna Tauvaa
Bend the horn to find the note/
In the depths of the universe, you find harmony and rhythm, spinning planets in jazz sync, a cosmic dance with Sun Ra/
maybe he can set us free/
the jazz riff rises and resonates deeply/
It’s sound ready to take hold/
In the gut, where the soul finds its voice/
jazz might take you to a heavenly place/
man, what’s jazz anyway?
will you dig It till you die?
chill and cool out, let the music take you higher, like Sly and the Family Stone would say/
Blow, man, blow, let your passion show, set your spirit on fire, and don’t let go/
The trip through gigs, under neon lights, jazz club shows, ignite the nights, man, that’s show biz/
street corner magic, in self-discovery, playing our truths, setting our spirits free, House parties buzzing, the basement alive, flatbed jammin’, where creativity thrives/
anywhere, we find our place to be, In the freedom of jazz like It outta be/
For in every note, every beat, every radio play/
we discover ourselves in the jazz of the day.
I know I’m dying,
we all are,
that’s life’s game,
But mine’s sped up by cancer,
it’s not the same.
Don’t worry,
Liz,
everything’s gonna be alright,
See,
I’ll be here ‘til I’m 85,
or until my last goodnight.
Set your worry shackles free,
believe in what’s to be,
A future bright and hopeful,
just you and me.
We’ll light the sky with vibes,
full of love and fluffy things,
No cash promises,
but I'll bring what love brings.
Forever your shield,
always your knight,
Wine and dine,
Whatever the night.
Taking us places our hearts never seen,
Living life large,
no in-between.
Sail with me to lands unknown,
Traverse the world,
make it our own.
Set our wings free,
break every chain,
In this crazy game of life,
we’ll never be the same.
Filled with memories,
joy on blast,
Together,
babe,
we’ll make it last.
With passion’s fire,
we’ll light the night,
In each other’s arms,
holding tight.
The world’s our stage,
love’s our play,
We’ll rock this life,
come what may.
Feel the heat,
my love,
let’s ignite,
In your embrace,
everything’s right.
Through every storm,
through every fight,
With you,
my love,
life’s pure delight!
Free heart beats strong
In liberty's warm light, we belong
Joy
Unshackled souls rise
Dancing on winds of change and wise
Hope
Twist: But shadows whisper low
Of chains that bind, and hearts that know
Pain
Free hearts beats song
Unshackled souls rise
Shine
I step outside, a world of beauty greets me
landscaped gardens, lush leaves on each tree
Yet my stomach feels so queasy
a vague sense of doom leaves me uneasy...
Sans freedom of speech, life is hell
afraid to break a single eggshell