Liberty Poems - Poems about Liberty

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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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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Against life's cold and sore sorrow ?Committed to the sea of a darting angst ?Albeit frail and with no strength to borrow ?A sail is set against all odds to liberty...

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They teach us to stand and pledge with our hearts. Pledge to the nation whose heart is for all. They say one nation, does that include me? The little black girl living on the sketchy street? Year after year, thousands still hope the nation they root for will offer some hope. Land of the free, does that include me? The...

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Victory seemed so close An accomplishment to boast We once dreamed against our woes Now we raise a final toast To all of our friends lost Fighting for what we already won However we paid the worst cost Losing the war that was already done We once left the kingdom By tossing our supply of tea Now we search for freedom By removing liberty We once headed...

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We, the freeborn, born to be free, Yet shackled by chains of mental slavery, We sought knowledge in hallowed halls of learning, But found ourselves lost in labyrinths of yearning. Western wisdom wooed us with siren's call, Luring us from our heritage, our ancestral wall, Intuitive analysis, a double-edged sword, Cutting through certainties, leaving us scarred and poor. We thought education's light would...

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Liberty on a pedestal but her chains are hidden We built our walls of fear, not stone, And called them safety, called them home. While liberty stood watching, mute, As we forged golden shackles to Protect ourselves from phantom threats. The eagle with clipped wings still soars In memory and faded song, But cannot reach the heights once known When boundless skies invited flight. We...

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Rabbit-Hat free-quest Rodent-claws' capitulate Re-delusion's collar _____ NOTES: My - not quite - "Haiku". A personal beloved form so "chalk-it-up" to cultural religions' "Im-perfect Salutations" & "B.C." ~ 'Before Coffee'. __ I dream of Japan nix-language nirvana like Hot Coffee Refresh! ...

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Let me get out of New York Bags are packed Deportation fact It’s time to leave People of New York, don’t be deceived I stood for come and all It now is no more Leaving the New York City shore Enough is enough for sure Getting out while I can If I was deported, I would probably be sent to France Fat chance Hudson River is my...

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TURTLES OF LIBERTY In the race of life, let us be as the turtle; rather than as the hare:- Let self assurance and motivated focus pace our journeying… Our self wisdom and paced determination mirrors destiny… The distance is long; Let patience be a virtue– Resilience shelled:- Life’s race may be slow; Liberty always coming– It has its season:- Life’s nature has us; Ancestors’ footprints molded– Persistence fueling:- Being of oneness, Turtling along...

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Freedom Or Death, Nothing Less, Nothing More Beyond The Sacrilegious, Ever-Forth Show Me A Way Where There Is No Road I Promise, I'll Pull The Sword From The Stone Fear No Evil, Fear No Tyranny Nothing Ever So True Than, These Psalms Of Liberty...

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Who can detain me? Unless I allow myself? It's all right in here......

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her womb is a warzone, a rodent caught in the talons of the eagle. the rage of women cuts through her like thorns on a rose bush, jagged and tipped with red. her innocence streams down her legs in crimson tendrils, wrapping around her thighs in red and white stripes. you gag her with feigned freedom, stitch her...

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