Freedom Poems
The Sunlight On The Garden
by Louis Macneice
The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold;
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.
Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end;
The earth compels, upon it
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Abhangs (A Short Collection)
by Sant Tukaram
1
I was sleeping when Namdeo and Vitthal Stepped into my dream.
'Your job is to make poems. Stop wasting time,' Namdeo said.
Vitthal gave me the measure and gently aroused me from a dream inside a dream.
Namdeo vowed to write one billion poems.
'Tuka, all the unwritten ones are your responsibility.'
2
To repeat Your name is to string pearls together.
The pleasure in your manifested form is always new.
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Song Of The Open Road
by Walt Whitman
AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune--I myself am good fortune;
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Strong and content, I travel the open road.
The earth--that is sufficient;
I do not want the constellations any nearer;
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Elegy X
by Rainer Maria Rilke
That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision
I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels!
That of the clear-struck keys of the heart not one may fail
to sound because of a loose, doubtful or broken string!
That my streaming countenance may make me more resplendent
That my humble weeping change into blossoms.
Oh, how will you then, nights of suffering, be remembered
with love. Why did I not kneel more fervently, disconsolate
sisters, more bendingly kneel to receive you, more loosely
surrender myself to your loosened hair? We, squanderers of
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Scots Wha Hae
by Robert Burns
Scots, wha hae wi Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed
Or to victorie!
Now's the day, and now's the hour:
See the front o' battle lour,
See approach proud Edward's power---
Chains and slaverie!
Wha will be a traitor knave?
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Freedom
by Mario Odekerken
Freedom is not a bird that can fly away,
but the nest that brings comfort.
It is not the absence of walls,
but the presence of open doors.
It does not scream with fire,
it hums quietly in a morning breeze.
You do not chase it across the sky,
you sit with it,
and it stays.
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the hustler final truth, the one that is hard to sell
by atef ayadi
freedom was never yours
it was always currency.
you spend it to exist at the next level.
the universe is a casino,
where every structure bets
its autonomy,
for a chance at something greater.
only to discover,
the house always wins.
you are not a player.
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sand in the hourglass
by atef ayadi
all hike--ooz are stop signs.
you pause at the syllables,
this one halts you.
you read it. you hit the line,
why did you continue?
then walk past all of them.
finally
free?
free with no stop signs.
freedom and stop signs
by atef ayadi
she said:
freedom is the pause button you can’t unpause.
welcome to planet earth.
the desert of the real.
you were the admin all along.
your default password is ‘illusion’.
choose carefully. the cursor is blinking.
this sentence is a stop sign. you just read it anyway.
you broke your chains, good for you.
congrats.
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Pink Scallop Shell
by Ghairo Daniels
PINK SCALLOP SHELL
Along my road to Freedom stood
showy blue-green sentinels with
white cloud whiffs representing Sky
starling decorated bushes joined
Party of the Road to nowhere
this was where Freedom
danced naked, her shadowed body
awaiting with roasted chestnuts
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