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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Not Yet My Time

Not Yet My Time long poem

Death: the most natural And common event in the universe, Yet forsakes us all perplexed. To begin means to end, And to end means to begin— To whatever comes next. I know not, and will not Know of what is

In Memory Of A Centurian

In Memory Of A Centurian long poem

The ever youthful never sober, always cheerful and smiling, a man of solid virtues and discipline bid adieu to this world of umpteen wonder after scoring a memorable century to the disappointment of thousands of his admirers Nelamangala Venkataraman Sharma

War

War short poem

Having love in our hearts and intelligence has been able to change things that no war has By making us see for ourselves how wars are always so dirty And end up in the unnecessary deaths of so many of

Facade

Facade short poem

New beginnings and cries, The hatred and unbound lies, Incandescent retorts that menace, And preys on my existence. Who would say, this creature, Once exuded exuberance? Will you ever give, Perhaps a second glance? This heart will ache, Tears will

I bring you fire

I bring you fire short poem

Fire smoulders and branches crackle which smears the ground blackish grey ashen Feed these flames that rise and dance around naked orange red and blue with passion The ascension lifts hearts to warm our blood to create a vital archaic

Velocity Of Life

Velocity Of Life short poem

Life is like bubbles being made in summer drizzling rain So, transitory in nature but full of pain broken chain In chainless chain all loss termed into gain Without destination, fast running train With intensity makes sane insane Bruises of

When We Had Fire

When We Had Fire short poem

Here it is, a silent circle branded into earth, a pool of soft grey sodden ash amid the rosebay and the ragged robin, a remnant of the time when we had fire to burn the past, yours and mine: shoeboxes

Chasing The Shadow

Chasing The Shadow short poem

Drowned in unclogged arteries: thoughts. I am going to release a swarm of bees. It was your dark hour. A father sits outside your body to collect the stings. A restive finger on a blue gun invites the ghosts to

On the verge of forgetting.

On the verge of forgetting. short poem

Somewhere in a dusty corner lies a memory of you. Neatly folded into a perfect square. Tucked away precariously amongst identical pages of denial. Sometimes, it threatens to burst into flames. But layers of conceit (both yours and mine) douse

Frequently Asked Questions

Frequently Asked Questions short poem

I am left dangling between Conformity and Freedom So… What do I choose from? The Damocles sword or the Carrot? Cognition or Intuition? Accordance or Independence? What do I chose from? Existence or Living? Submission or Expression? Precision or Exaggeration?

A Hum

A Hum short poem

Take me, share me if you can my heart goes to my sun, my feet will go to my moon. O, little home my dream was bigger than you in the melody of sorrow. Will I walk again on the

Love Of Life

Love Of Life long poem

Love me, don’t leave me Hold me, don’t free me I will always be there Please don’t use me And never refuse me Never refuse the love that I give For without your love I can no longer live The

My Heart Is No More

My Heart Is No More short poem

I think of her when the sun does rise I think of her when it falls from the sky When I sleep the dreams always start With my love leaving with my heart She lacked the courage and I the

Fall

Fall short poem

Gone is the palace Emerald green More vibrant colours Steal the scene Brilliant hues Red and gold Herald a world Harsh and cold Winds of change Whisper through the halls The canopy breaks Flutters, falls Of Summer’s death Do not

The Valueless Treasure

The Valueless Treasure short poem

I am running behind the golden treasure, Not realizing what is actual pleasure. I am a person with greed in my soul, Not seeing the monster inside this gold. I am not the man who cares for the other, Not

Lakeland Manor

Lakeland Manor prose poem

Ships at bay come and go every day and every night at Lakeland Manor and sailors are welcome to stay but only if they are brave…It is a beautiful castle but like they say you can’t judge a book by

Never Give Up

Never Give Up short poem

This world isn’t a positive one. Sometimes you lose your inner strength You eventually feel you’re quite done Your intellect is out of length Your childhood deceived your present state Your home is now a cave You let your life

Dawn is not far

Dawn is not far short poem

Dawn is not far, I can feel the first rays of light Though not see them yet The wind is cold as it should be… Dampness of dew is all around me I can almost hear the birds chirping Dawn

The Handyman

The Handyman short poem

His love for his wife was a broken apparatus he tinkered with it at night after she went to bed gliding to her dark red room alone or if she miscalculated the dosage of her medicine with his help and

True Joy

True Joy short poem

Intrigues wealth the mind As rich people others find; Coveting, out leaps the heart, Wanting for bullion and notes, Longing for money and material, Craving for gems and jewels; Having swayed by worldly charm Discouraged by one’s ostentatious terms. For

Taper

Taper prose poem

It’s not it It’s the feeling would you help me, stop, would you help me, stop, would you help me, stop, open parenthesis every album I hear makes me want more close parenthesis, stop can you feel it too or

Food the Leveller

Food the Leveller short poem

With my sincerest apologies to James Shirley The glories of our spoons and plates Are filling, quite substantial things; There is so much amour of the palate; We lay our hands on all manner of things: Bread toasted brown Flora

Bitter Green

Bitter Green short poem

Because of too many nightmares I’m visited by the dead those familiar persons with ordinary words with hobbies and bad habits so homy , we ride together on the horse or in the small car we fall asleep in the

A Sailor’s Story

A Sailors Story prose poem

A sailor’s story lingers long while others disappear; its locale point is Cuban soil when freedom was still here. My tall young frame was all decked out with new tight tailored whites, with thirteen shiny buttons new, that much improved

Terminal Liver Cancer

Terminal Liver Cancer elegy

It is not on you, dear poet, but on your Nation, and its rulers, spread all over Their body, mind and soul; irreparable, Their cancerous thoughts and deeds; ‘The red salute’, they offer to all, a mean, Cheap and cruel

Foolish Me

Foolish Me prose poem

You said I was weak so I was afraid to lift myself up. You said I was ugly so I despised my reflection. You said no one loved me so I hated myself. You said I was only a dreamer

Death

Death short poem

I don’t turn my tears away because it never comes without reason. It follows my footsteps and digging my pains, those are rains streaming from eyes as rain falling from the sky on earth. I am afraid of darkness No

Feelings

Feelings short poem

The first day when I met you Its a feeling I cant forget All those my silly feelings Which I shared I knew that you never Wanted to hear My love for you was, an undying flame And once I

16th Of July

16th Of July ballad

Played in the hills of another world`s land, Spent the nights reading in my room but always dreamed about lying in the sand. Then one evening between 15th and 17th of July, With his wings so heavy and attire so

The Pianist

The Pianist short poem

Hands that float across Ivory Tinkle in such ecstasy To stir my soul, to soar on high; And my heart doth reach the sky And fly on every note that plays. My emotion frays And breaks with sound, Till tears

April

April prose poem

I will end up at the sky gates, as a thirsty spike, roving around in valleys, looking for a crippled dream. I am an almond tree, a stolen joy for a feast of phantoms. I bend to the mornings’ face,

Hidden

Hidden short poem

Something to believe is miles away Searching for reason,one reason,desperately, to give up; Hope I can pretend I am dreaming Tough whirling pain inside, want it to die; Days turned out cloudy and foggy Not a moment to live in..

The Alchemist

The Alchemist long poem

hear my manifesto, dear heart in meditation from late morning bleeding larded beads of sweat a recluse’s hideaway a mobile home sealed against weather drum tight baking in the Florida sun cross legged on the cheap rag mat so thoroughly

The Warrior Within

The Warrior Within long poem

Long since the time has gone.. and the world has lost its meaning.. I wander in the noisy crowd surrounded by the silence.. With the mind that follows the brainless acts and the heart that’s low on blood.. I feel

And By Those Words

And By Those Words long poem

And while I walk, I can hear those words, Being echoed time and again, “From this moment, Here shall I declare that we are free, From those colonial chains”. He was a good speaker, he moved the nation, On his

Like A Girl

Like A Girl short poem

The smirks and taunts upon the faces People who try to diminish your value Every action judged,critiqued with words Flung at you from on high Where they sit with superiority Like a girl, they say You throw the ball You’re

Penance

Penance short poem

The nip in the air, the shying sun Was not long ago when it was fun Winter in Delhi with its November sun Making hearts flutter for almost everyone Misty evenings made mysterious still With heady fragrance of the saptparni

Mirrors For A Resurrected Shakespeare

Mirrors For A Resurrected Shakespeare short poem

Did you see him half-nude before a mirror, bristles on a bear’s chest, his freckled hands stretching towards your chin, unshaved, colorless, talkative like pimples on your finger-tips, the purple of old blood, the gleam of grey teeth. Drink the