Freedom Poems | Examples of Freedom Poetry

My eyes grow wet, and my heart is swollen as follow the Words Monica has just spoken.' She is going after that Dingo dan, genocidal doer of the culling plan.' A silent Cheer fills me up.' My spirits on fire 'lcause our girl is tough' An angry Aussie she will not be cowed.' A determined Battler..Of who I'm proud proud...

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I think of those who left their home.' To fight on battlefields Unknown.' In mud and blight against Gallipolis heights At Beer Sheba and on Tobruks deadly plains.' Where they Lay low; and let those tanks, roll over them front and flanks' Then arose to put to shame.their foe' These Men Of the the flats..Of wheatfields and cane.' From harbours And...

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alfa romeo convertible at high speeds freedom redefined posted on April 24, 2025...

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fly fly high in sky oh my!you bird so fly high in sky oh little bird can you tell me how high is sky oh little bird can you tell me how beatuiful is sky fly fly high in sky oh my!you bird so fly high in sky oh little bird can you tell me how big is sea oh little bird can you tell...

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In a small town nestled in Tennessee's embrace, Lived a man named Roger, with a wild, free grace. A rebel and a dreamer, a hippie at heart, With a spirit so vibrant, he played his own part. With a big heart that welcomed all souls in his way, He spread...

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Though caged in form Hemmed in mind and senses five Though caged in form Remaining still, poised in life’s storm We feel throb of magnetism rise Bliss rapture imbibed in surprise Though caged in form...

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Oh Liberty, guardian of freedom She dare not shed tears bandages not only cover her eyes Stone goddess, she has no ears ...

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Holding a butterfly in your own fist Is the bottom line of life and freedom Squeeze harder the butterfly would die Letting the butterfly fly is his right Not turn cemetery of beautiful moments Letting go a person is not fall in love Letting go a person is not kind of loss It's an act of love, act of recognition Letting go isn't...

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When Trump Money Talks Life-forms cringe crinkle & close Civilitys' Quest _____ Notes: DEFINING AND DEFENDING CIVILIZATION 1. Unfit for public office / psychological 2. Abuse of power / Statements of revenge on opponents 3. Unconstitutional / Use of military in domestic police powers / posse comitatus / stated claim 4. Unconstitutional ~ Executive invasion of Judicial Branch Perogatives / Supreme Court ~...

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Open farms where horses run Back drop of mountains in the sky Tears of joy are calling to cry Released, from lessons, to have fun Valleys filled, freedom to the brim Driving the ledge, just to feel it Peace wraps around me, where I sit Tossing thoughts like a haircut trim Some old ones, no longer welcome Heavy weights, I choose to let go The...

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Freedom's foundation Birthed in choice Thus emerges Liberty's irony Freedom feels fatiguing...

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They say freedom is an experience - the sensation of looking into the eyes of another, and feeling the weight of a million life burdens lifted from their shoulders, or gently coasting along the riverbed of love's tender embrace. Yet, what use is in love's fruits without the ability to choose? Do they even grow at all? I contend true liberation is in...

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Stop breathing can i...? No i can't...whyyy donttt i.... BECAUSE ..... The day will come that i willl start slowing breathes And i will Let my heart cry for air.... let my lungs gasps for air like a man does in the deeppp darkkk ocean while drowning ..let the air leave my body like they never...

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Poem: Nothing is permanent — not even the day, Not youth, not time, that slips away. The spirit dims, the fire can fade, Even the brightest light can shade. Good times end, and bad ones, too, What seems so certain won't stay true. Status falls, and pride may bend, Dignity meets a timely end. Loss and gain both come and go, Like tides that shift,...

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Wrench the pages from my worn hands as my voice shatters Leave it aflame as the embers rise, my soul now scattered Within the bounds of sanity, I try, try to claw and scrape A restless spector of taunt as I endeavour to escape Concealment shant queal it, it lingers, never away Perpetual pulverization, lo, shall the ashes stay I’ll lay...

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