Breakfree Poems

Breakfree poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of breakfree poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on breakfree are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Battle With The Insecure Self

Battle With The Insecure Self long poem

Just who am I to you? How do I look from your point of view? I don’t know but it matters to me, How you look at me physically. I get conscious with how I look like, That maybe the

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Love’s Demise

Loves Demise long poem

I woke up, got hit by a rock No wait, feels more like a truck It doesn’t matter I’m broken and my heart is scattered Listen closely friend; LOVE does not matter Those empty promises, shallow vows The memories, the

Part Of God’s Plans

Part Of Gods Plans short poem

A boat cannot sail with yesterday’s winds, so I live for today, I do not know what tomorrow may bring, so I live for today, life is what it is, life, enjoy while you can, for we are nothing but

Crystal Visions

Crystal Visions short poem

Welcome…to the 5th world of mysticism well I see A Crystal Vision and consulting my big black book of Miracles to recite the incantation you need tonight with A wave of my hands and a flash of light I change

Belief And Faith Promotes

Belief And Faith Promotes long poem

Some persons wanted Him to be killed Others planned to tie Him up or to expel Plans of polytheists of Ka’bah, He was revealed He moved to Medina, with a mission to propel Besiegers followed Him, to track Tracking led

Depression

Depression short poem

Damned thoughts keeping me confined Enter inside lets see what you can find Plenty of negativity always haunts my mind Repressed memories about mistakes Emotions I can’t express because of the stakes Sexual thoughts roam amuck with no breaks Starting

Dirty Mirrors

Dirty Mirrors short poem

Life may mean anything to you, but I refuse, to become a utility. Come, let us face the death of time. We were whisked away, had taken a wrong turn, and when battle lines were drawn, the guns were not

Fear

Fear long poem

We are afraid today more than a lot, We choose to stay beneath our spot. We are so unbelievably protected From things that make us happy and connected. We are afraid of speaking up, We know we’ll do the stuff

One Day

One Day short poem

One day it will all make sense. The sun, the trees, And the morning breeze on a long summer day. Every single thought running through your head and all the words left unsaid will unravel. Regrets will fade away, Decisions

The Season Of Love

The Season Of Love short poem

I remember our first hungry kiss we behaved as though the time was less making patterns on each others’ body how can I forget the place where you first touched my heart it was then we told each other we

Autumn

Autumn prose poem

This autumn is copper, just like my voice which had escaped and hided in a dome on the banks of a sacred river. I am the one who dried it up on the braids of an African girl tanned by

Fate

Fate short poem

A young girl stood tall But was ready to fall A young boy stood strong But had been for too long Little did they know A plan was made long ago They were to be an earthquake They were to

Be Calm Be Quiet

Be Calm Be Quiet short poem

I came home happy, very delight and much overjoyed, With true hopes that might come true but before shattered. For one I was so excited but I went on path God led, My dreams were like clothes when dried in

Take A Lover

Take A Lover long poem

“Take a lover” she said As if it were my choice. As if there would be a line-up and I would walk along it and grab a lover by the hand, turn calmly to the audience and state, “This one

New Soul Journey

New Soul Journey short poem

New Soul Journey and Angels all around somewhere on the edge of eternity…I turn around to find my guardian holding out his hand then suddenly I am free of this world as pillars of colors rapture me away and so

The Nightmare Is Gone

The Nightmare Is Gone long poem

Moving softly down the stairs with Isa holding tightly to her mother’s hand. Leanora was looking to the left and the right across the large hallway The thought of leaving her home was so horrendous to her . There was

Moon

Moon short poem

Gleaming and shining with a mesmerizing light; peeping through my window at night, Oh playful, delightful and lucid moon, I cannot play with you, hide away soon! Disappear amidst the clouds carefree moon; Put off your glaring shine now soon,

Hands

Hands short poem

I look with awe at worn out gnarled hands of a labourer how well have they have served their master mesmerised am I by a doctor’s hands gone rough with formaldehyde how many lives saved they have go green do

Delirium

Delirium short poem

Over the sands seagulls screech and call, Where the blue waters gleam, The battering waves slap and fall, To break a pebbles dream. The vast wet shores do girdle hills, High steep and ancient, And the sunlight haltingly spills, The

Me

Me prose poem

Me, a singularity, vast, color fast, has a very good forecast and will flabbergast. Me, resilient at times brilliant and on the same token often broken. Me can be unforgiving, dangerously living but on the flip side, dignified, able to

Mixed Malice

Mixed Malice short poem

I don’t wanna be the monster I don’t wanna be the monster My lady what I have I become This lust makes my very touch Numb I don’t wanna be the monster I don’t wanna be the monster The soul

Timeless Love

Timeless Love short poem

As long as I am alive And breathe life Wake up from slumber I value timeless love. None really understand Nor it is same for all Love is an individual experience Filtered by expectations. An invariability of sorts As much

Remember

Remember short poem

Remember We have walked to the end. An hour, at our place by the river. Before our minds erase, let’s remember the grass we flattened. The jumping waterboatman, tickling fish, restless cicadas. Let’s relive our life, our stories, dares, ambitions,

An Innocent Prisoner’s Life

An Innocent Prisoners Life short poem

An innocent prisoner in the cage, Waits for his age to pass, He writes something on a page, I think those are count of the days, Which he is spending in the cage, When the sun begins to set, He

Bottled Tears

Bottled Tears prose poem

If hope were mystical and only available for this present and earthly life, I would think my future to be cloudy and dark, not sunny and bright If hope were in a constant state of deferral I think my heart

The Receiver In Me

The Receiver In Me prose poem

If the thunder roars, and should the lightning splash across the horizon, Or should the earth quake beneath our feet, is it God’s voice that we are longing for? The loud sounds and great displays of natural lightning are not

Time And A Place Will Come Fate Decrees

Time And A Place Will Come Fate Decrees short poem

We all leave tracks behind us just trails our only fate Some are staring in your face and some are so faint Don’t spend your time looking back do not hesitate Because if you live in the past your future

Irreparable

Irreparable short poem

It was lack of contusion. The relief had not come. Hours were on after the nobility moved on faulted track. Methane was rising. It was white death: people were coming, people were going. Pure and muddy, the treachery was like

Restored At The Last Breathe

Restored At The Last Breathe long poem

In the ancient lives of the comrades who speak and heroes and sheroes who sleep, Sailed in the dim hopes of them who stood stubborn to believe did I, They lay captive at the merciless grip of the local oppressor

Life – A Bubble In The Flowing River

Life   A Bubble In The Flowing River short poem

Life and Death are like the Birth and Bonding of a flowing River While on Birth we sure cry We fear when on death Advancing of our Age is akin to the blowing in size of the bubble in water

Bell Rang

Bell Rang short poem

‘Noo’ cried in mind Now the bell has rung He was gone and I can’t even find ‘Come back’ was all I could wish for, And suddenly my joy came to light ‘Cause I saw him, beside the door Don’t

The Glass House

The Glass House short poem

Not yet, the courage will wait for the curtain to fall, will then disappear in awakening; the crucial thing was the love of absence the scythe of eclipsed moon. Suspense hangs from the tall image in slow turn of thighs

A Simple Old Man With Righteousness Rife

A Simple Old Man With Righteousness Rife sonnet poems

The simple old man cherished self-determination, For he knew how harsh past subjugation had been; He spent his last days ameliorating his city from within, Restoring harmony by easing friction led to his elation; Hark! The baleful bell of belligerence

Mystified Me

Mystified Me short poem

In this maddening town, I start my day, Early morning, with rough, uneven ride, The place where blindfolded people play, I try to play it right; however I fail each time, I think to myself Oh! You worthless being, You

The End

The End short poem

Much can be said But we speak in hushed tones Curt with our responses Hiding behind the wall of vulnerability We hold our breaths in anticipation Who will be the first to crack ? Unsightly in the walls of protection

Peculiar

Peculiar short poem

Pretend to be civil, For unrest is familiar, Actions by the shrivel, Accompanied by the peculiar. Tell me lies, And truth will follow, Straighten the ties, That bind you so hollow. Swayed by blindness, In love or thereafter, Washed out

I Am Touched

I Am Touched prose poem

Oh yes and I AM TOUCHED by your smile, by your laughter and your charm, spending time with you is like spending time in paradise oh yes ‘cuz baby I AM TOUCHED by the way you touch my face and

Mirror

Mirror short poem

In the quiet room, I was all alone. On the laptop screen, the onslaught of Primitive memories was making me cool. The lamps were not lighting the streets. While deleting the texts, I felt as if Some people were murmuring

Dot Of Life

Dot Of Life short poem

Day comes and night follows Night goes and day comes Hours turn into days, days into months Every day that goes by Increases our age by days, months and years. From babies, we grow into young kids Then teens, followed