Free Poems

Free poems that delve into the deepest fears of your mind, shackling you with thoughts and doubts. This poems about being free and so encouraging and liberating, they will help you get through the toughest of obstacles and free your being of all the chaos and clutter. A free person is happy, content and needs no external definitions of freedom to feel liberated. To be a free person all one needs to change is their perspective and open their heart. Each poem brings out the beauty of being free without any limits. May you find the freedom you seek, through these poems, through life.

Set yourself Free!

Set yourself Free! short poem

Desire says -Want to be a free spirit, live life like a snippet, sing a carefree lyric, be an inspirational lithic. Desire says-Want to fly high, in the seamless sky, be happy to soar far away, cross miles with no

You’re Free But I

Youre Free But I short poem

Love is a nicotine, hurts but, it’s mine. The angry pulse feels like a needle tussle, ain’t no relief, drunk in your memory old monk. Blood rushing in cold, as the moment unfolds, Mind, all numb, noise of the silent

Breaking Free

Breaking Free short poem

Feel like breaking free from all Good and bad that I recall Free from the shackles of loving souls And from the shackles of fear and doubt Wonder if all feel this way To experience hews on life’s highway. Monsoons

Floating Free

Floating Free long poem

Drifting high on a gentle breeze and grazing the tops of lofty trees, watching below, all the people move but there’s nothing left, up here, to prove. Floating higher and into the clouds, the sultry silence so deafeningly loud. Throbbing

I Am Free

I Am Free prose poem

Through the perils of human bondage, through the strife of life’s journey, Entrapped and enmeshed in the tangled web of human existence, I scream at the top of my lungs- I AM FREE. Walking the path of life Embedded with

Free Like Music

Free Like Music short poem

I want to be free like music. Free like soft tones, melodies, voices, and patterns pulsating together. I want to wake up freed by music in mornings when the mind is slowly, steadily, waking up. I want to be free

Free Flight

Free Flight prose poem

I am convinced that the “Maker of me” has set me on a charted course For the most part, I have always been okay with the ‘Who” of me But honestly, it was God and my development into maturity that

The Free Bird

The Free Bird short poem

I am a bird thinking about nothing Seeing this freedom while I’m, well, flying Can’t stop to flap my wings and feel this breeze Seizing this moment like I’m all well freeze I see those mountains soaring to skies, World

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Every poem is special. Every poem is close to the heart of the poet. Every poem is an experience weaved in verse and expressed with choicest of words. Every poem is a memory, a connect, an adventure, a piece of

Tomorrow, You Will Be Free

Tomorrow, You Will Be Free prose poem

Please don’t stop me, my love, let me lie down and kiss the ground, let me taste the taste of freedom on my tongue and remember my past no more. Let my tears mingle with the sand and the sun

Free From Anxiety

Free From Anxiety short poem

When temptation comes Smoothness stops A prison is formed Anxious and bored Around the wheel An obstacle feel There is an angle Psychic illness bangle Of stressful thoughts In your accounts Stop all your shouts Temptation now Just let it

Let Us Be Free

Let Us Be Free short poem

My soul said to me.., O thou quantum of this serene sanctum; What good is thee.. if thou aren’t free. I said I know what you seek You mighty be meek; Just break those chains those shackles of pain. Thus

Nothing In Life Is Free

Nothing In Life Is Free short poem

Nothing in life is free! Everything, be it- Love, Work, Friendship All incurs a cost. Nothing in life is free! Love- the dose for sustenance Requires a fidel give and take. Nothing in life is free! Work- the dire necessity

Tomorrow, You Will Be Free

Tomorrow, You Will Be Free prose poem

Please don’t stop me, my love, let me lie down and kiss the ground, let me taste the taste of freedom on my tongue and remember my past no more. Let my tears mingle with the sand and the sun

Free

Free elegy

The rope around my throat is black That much I know I’m dead because of his heartless attacks The person everyone knows The reflection in the mirror isn’t my own It’s a ghost, a phantom, sitting on his throne His

Art Is Free

Art Is Free short poem

A texture of flour coating her skin ashy, she’d say, her body shifting as if to rise but just as happy pressed gently into the bed my fingers spread across the cushion of her belly and tickling a glissando over

How Free Are We?

How Free Are We? prose poem

Though every country in the world has freedom I don’t feel we are very free No, not the richest or the poorest, not anybody Bound by chains we may or may not see No, we haven’t yet escaped slavery, Why,

Breaking Free

Breaking Free short poem

Caught up in life quite mundane Searching for true happiness, finding only pain I’m forced to live where I can not be me I wish I could just break free Competition everywhere for which I don’t care It’s not true

My Unchained Break Free Spirit

My Unchained Break Free Spirit ode

Released, freed weeded out off my inner confinements today.. Gone by wasted times dust pollen cleared away ! Heaviness of heart wryly sneered past feelings at bay.. My free spirit tickles senses..for now ..it is fully awake ! Mirror reflection,

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Remember Me, Do You?

Remember Me, Do You? short poem

Remember me, do you ? I was your shadow, a positive one Always by your side, concerned Giving energy to your soul while my soul was draining somewhere You told me you love me And I believed you blind I

Momentary Bachelor

Momentary Bachelor short poem

Alone in the house Ghosts holding their breath Slick sound of cotton socks On polished floorboards Middle aged man turned young A six year old doing figure eights Music on the stereo Ice cream in elbow crook Family two time

Follow Your Heart

Follow Your Heart short poem

You say come and live with me if you want to be free who cares what people think I am all you need so don’t be afraid I promise you, you can trust me baby Well and I did feel

Faithful You Faithless Weather

Faithful You Faithless Weather short poem

She plays in rain like a queen Such a beauty, such a teen World dreams yet to be seen Smart enthralled, lean and keen Touch of rain is touch of class Water can be seen in a glass How can

The Ride

The Ride short poem

Old sense of exhilaration for the spirit to soar free To be one with elements on an aimless kind spree No destination so to say nothing planned as such Tad touch of spontaneity & escapade a sole crutch Legs straddling

Sunshine

Sunshine short poem

Beautiful colors are filling my day with a smile I just walk a long the way people are passing by and greeting me ’cause they see, what I see I’m not more, not less, just a girl with a voice

Freedom

Freedom short poem

The door closes behind me with a snap. My footsteps echo strangely on the street’s pavement. I feel the urge to go back. A pale sun is struggling hard to escape the cloud’s clutches. The smell of incense covers the

Enigma

Enigma prose poem

Life is a puzzle, I am trying to solve… A dark mystery, On which, I am trying to shed light upon… As I struggle to solve this riddle, I seek from the creator, To place no fetters on my freedom,

The Devil’s Juice

The Devils Juice short poem

This awakening has woken me Had days and days to think The route of all my evils Has been the devil’s drink It’s time for me to turn my back Be strong and to resist That deadly juice that ruined

Letting Go

Letting Go long poem

This world has left you hurt, Your heart bruised and battered. Love was quickly taken away, like you never mattered. It’s hard to trust, it’s hard to love The anger and rage in you grew. To think back on all

Breaking Bondage

Breaking Bondage short poem

Enter cycle two and the Breaking of Bondage… Well what lies down this road now Heaven only knows but I’m not gonna be your prisoner anymore, I don’t want to look back on yesterday tomorrow and regret the dreams I

Places To Go

Places To Go short poem

I’ve places to go And things to do. If you have the time I will talk with you. I can’t slow down Time moves too fast. I’m heading to the future I’ve no time for the past. Old folks sitting,

Swinging….

Swinging.... short poem

I did not will them dreams of crystals a stupid calendar of flight from insomniac past. Do not want to return to future, hub of my clouds. History had been writhing and screaming. Present cannot redeem my woes. I ask

Cleopatra

Cleopatra short poem

Thou art CLEOPATRA, the soul of Egypt, The river Nile maraudes to kiss thy’s feet, The shimmering heat of he Sahara glistens you, The great pyramids bow before you!! Thou art CLEOPATRA, Daughter of Isis, Goddess on Earth; The sands

Condemned

Condemned short poem

For human face of death umbilical cord need not extend. The darkness takes care of unblemished ghost of sun. Intergalactic scan remains unseared, trench warfare continues unabashedly. Between brothers, the greed calls for incendiary attacks, for total annihilation. To achieve

The Seafarer

The Seafarer long poem

The Seafarer I’ll tell you tales of times long past Of my long days before the mast With white clouds that flee by fast Sails billowing as huge winds blast Scrubbing the decks with pumice stone Thinking of my wife

Out of my layer

Out of my layer short poem

The feelings of despair Around our air, everywhere. Calling out for help, Comes a time for rain… The silver lining shines, And things begin to rhyme! Those clouds of despair, That worry in the air, Those greys in the hair.

Give Me What You Got

Give Me What You Got prose poem

Well you say you like what you see Well fasten your seat belt baby my Love is an intense one to say the least Yeah and I’m a naughty boy so if you Think you can handle that then bring

Violets

Violets short poem

Roses are red and violets are blue, I’ve run out of violets, for the violets were you. Since the roses turned black the flowers have died, You left me on my doorstep, you saw that I cried. But lilies turn

Hobby?

Hobby? short poem

What I am doing this time? I write something that ends with rhyme. When I’m alone, I get my guitar or a book Trying to read a poem and composing song with chords. Oh well this time I feel awesome

Ageing Gracefully

Ageing Gracefully short poem

On my path to age gracefully, I realize, I’m captive to impulses, My greed triggers expectations, My ambitions drag me by head, I sense my pursuit for perfection sweeping off my honest efforts.. I fumble as an open book in

Unwinding Soul

Unwinding Soul short poem

Caged soul, what makes you sob. One fine day you’re free or forever barred. Caged soul, wonder why you shed tears; I’ve surplus BLISS for all and you; should you ask. Caged soul, what urges you to survive – In

Dead Tree Garden

Dead Tree Garden short poem

There are just too many ghosts here To this haunted villa… Another day, another month, another Year well this is driving me crazy I’ve got to get out of here You make me nervous and I can’t Deal with the

The Messenger

The Messenger short poem

owl cries out… can you hear the messenger? poised in the dark- call in the light light is consciousness manifestation is simply consciousness in form as love steps into its own heart it awakens a soul within a form creation

Fictional Island

Fictional Island short poem

I’ll build an island. Away from the home where I was born. Away from the seas and oceans. Far to the galactic ridges of confer. Houses made up of lively lives. Where love is not lust But lust makes you

Freedom

Freedom short poem

Freedom means little till it is gone, Be it to live or the right to be born, Freedom determined by a series of letters, More than the absence of shackles and fetters, Freedom is blinded by those who receive, Who

The Fallback Girl

The Fallback Girl short poem

So you play the Friend Card, Holder accepts no responsibility, So do you feel better? Do you feel friend-worthy? Treating me as an option, Does it stoke your ego, honey? Keeping me in your back pocket, For when the day

What Am I

What Am I short poem

The air is crisp the clouds are low Nature is speaking its bellowing tone. Wind me, blows me, and lifts me, flutters With reds, yellows, greens and browns Air ward bound, moving ground to ground Picking me up as it