Unfettered Poems - Poems about Unfettered

Champion of Creative Freedom The mind is a boundless realm, where thoughts take flight, Craves the open sky, bathed in freedom's light. Confine it with rules, a cage for the soul, And stifle the spark that makes humanity whole. Creativity's flame, a beacon so bright, Burns with innovation, banishing night. Art, music, and verse, a symphony bold,...

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The shoreless avenue Is the theological dogma, Lingered in the deepest shaft. The prestige of the pure Is the most honest conversation. These shall cover the hunger Of eloquence and austerity. Shell the distracted ground, When it rods beyond The dreams of mysticism. Love Letters to the ground Signifies the embodied Experiences of the past Whilst I am whisked away In my...

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Beware Thee The Unsavory, Unfettered Throngs When distant mystery has curdled the blue sky The old hag cursed the earth and the skirt of rain Dance girls danced lively, the others did not try There was far too much heavy words and abject pain From the outskirts there was much cold, cued applause Over desert ocean, he vultures await meals And the...

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Once again my thoughts run wild Against the currents of commonality Free and unfettered like a child Ranging from bizarre to banality Trying my best to cling to normality. written April 26, 2022...

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being... your true self not the stranger people, some who don't even know you from Adam, prefer you to...

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Lately, perhaps due to aging, I find myself thinking about past pleasures; the little things I'd all but forgotten. Like my first trek in the woods, feeling one with Nature unshackled from the hands of time. Nature nurtured my curiosity, and I reflect on innocence lost. In my youth, I was ignorant of the truth and had to feel my way through a minefield of...

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Doubt contracts our being, as also fears and ego desires, in realm of illusions, thereby stifling aliveness, anchoring us in stagnation, making us captive to lower mind, enmeshed in dark swamplands of delusion. Doubts, borne of urges, rooted in doership, we surrender instrument of thought, resting in awareness alone, uncaring of all outcomes, content in blissful peace, in the here and now, as a witness, delighted in the play. 08-November-2020...

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We are still in the void of no-thingness. The outer world fades gripping not attention, being but a thought construct; mirage fleeting as but a dream. Awareness unshackled from ego, ignites the lamp of bliss in consciousness. Thought rested awareness, free and unbound, pausing here and there to smell roses, knows we choose but God disposes, as best suited for our soul. As we yield, so we grow. We...

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Father Ross made secret visit, to widow’s house past midnight, Lamp in hand, she let him in, guided him to master bedroom, his tough wife should never know, Ross went to see his old mother! Written 22/05/2020 Sijo poetry contest Jenish Somadas...

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Plucked flower once clumsily graced a girls curls, Now crushed in the wake of her ascending swirls, Comfort be gone as bees holds dust for another, Swarms of butterfly's doth aimlessly hover, Yes, it was a bothersome thing, It will pass for others to bring, Drizzling fate from silvery clouds of one-liners, Trickling o'er laughing grass, chuckles from flowers, Smiles grew everywhere, a...

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Alone with his thoughts, he drifted Carried by a chorus of Palm tree melodies Warmed by a yellow star An unfettered balloon Seeking nothing...

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My breath the grass blades do not bend for, My sitting, face to the earth, the dirt does not shift for, I run fingers through running water , and it runs through, unfettered. I am lonely in that my body does not...

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“Like free roaming stallions - my liberated dreams.” Apprehensive, I lay my weary head on the pillow of each long and restless night embittered by pursual of revenge till forgiveness came and spurred my demons’ flight. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Contest: One and One Sponsor: Rick Parise © 3rd September...

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Sometimes, there is, between the lines, a silence, that trembles with unspoken goodbyes Expectant and charged, like a theater scene, in the moments before the curtains rise. In the dream that I'm in, I am southward bound, so I assume it is autumn And it resounds through the changing season with the words never said, things never did and with...

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Unfettered and Free Unfettered and free, Seeking my ultimate destiny, Flying through a dark, cobalt blue sky, Like an extra light kite, Effortlessly taking flight, With strong wings, like a sleek bird I soar. Friendly, gentle winds propelling me to greater heights, Up, up, up - High above big, billowy, cotton ball clouds, Higher, higher, higher - Rising into the atmosphere, Gliding through the troposphere, Reaching...

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