Best Freedom Poems

Democracy will not come
Today, this year
Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.
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In a beautiful butterfly,
Your face comes so true to me.

Through a pretty butterfly
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And an orator said, 'Speak to us of Freedom.'

And he answered:
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And the weaver said, 'Speak to us of Clothes.'

And he answered:
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Music is freedom that relentlessly exists
Freedom of speech
Freedom of thought
Freedom of creativity
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Freedom from fear is the freedom
I claim for you my motherland!
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I'm a white rose pure and innocent
Pluck me not for your momentary pleasures
Crush me not to be found after years
In the books among the shelves
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No bitterness: our ancestors did it.
They were only ignorant and hopeful, they wanted freedom but wealth too.
Their children will learn to hope for a Caesar.
Or rather- for we are not aquiline Romans but soft mixed colonists-
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I can't barter my freedom
Take away the riches with you
Don't display your dollars and pounds
To my countrymen who need freedom too
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In alien lands I keep the body
Of ancient native rites and things:
I gladly free a little birdie
At celebration of the spring.
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You waste the attention of your eyes,
the glittering labour of your hands,
and knead the dough enough for dozens of loaves
of which you'll taste not a morsel;
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Then a hermit, who visited the city once a year, came forth and said, 'Speak to us of Pleasure.'

And he answered, saying:
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A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
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They tell me
'Freedom is never free.'
I know that-
More than most realize.
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Everyone suddenly burst out singing;
And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom,
Winging wildly across the white
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Everything except language
knows the meaning of existence.
Trees, planets, rivers, time
know nothing else. They express it
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There in the middle of the field, by the side of a crystalline stream, I saw a bird-cage whose rods and hinges were fashioned by an expert's hands. In one corner lay a dead bird, and in another were two basins - one empty of water and the other of seeds. I stood there reverently, as if the lifeless bird and the murmur of the water were worthy of deep silence and respect - something worth of examination and meditation by the heard and conscience.

As I engrossed myself in view and thought, I found that the poor creature had died of thirst beside a stream of water, and of hunger in the midst of a rich field, cradle of life; like a rich man locked inside his iron safe, perishing from hunger amid heaps of gold.
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Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain
freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.
Freedom to give and freedom to share
freedom from want and that of despair.
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Freedom to give
Freedom to live
Freedom to question why
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Deliverance is not for me in renunciation.
I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.

Thou ever pourest for me the fresh draught of thy wine of various
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Australia's a big country
An' Freedom's humping bluey,
An' Freedom's on the wallaby
Oh! don't you hear 'er cooey?
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Never since English ships went out
To singe the beard of Spain,
Or English sea-dogs hunted death
Along the Spanish Main,
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Do not believe, my dearest, when I say
That I no longer love you.
When the tide ebbs do not believe the sea -
It will return anew.
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Long I fought the driving lists,
Plume a-stream and armor clanging;
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Love adorns itself;
it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty.
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All I want is freedom
Is that too much to ask
All I want is freedom
To forget everything in my past
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Land of the Free home of the brave
Land of disease home of the slave
Freedom of religion Freedom of speech
Freedom of press and freedom to breach
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You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease,
Within this region I subsist,
Whose spirits falter in the mist,
And languish for the purple seas.
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Bangladesh, a safari for the rulers,

Where struggle for freedom and democracy
Never ends
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Old elm that murmured in our chimney top
The sweetest anthem autumn ever made
And into mellow whispering calms would drop
When showers fell on thy many coloured shade
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The word that ignited my incombustile mind,
I raised then the marasmus jowl upward
And opened my sutured mouth.
Eyes were cascading the caged fervour
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You are my enslavement and my freedom
You are my flesh burning like a raw summer night
You are my country
You are the green silks in hazel eyes
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When the Academy of Arts demanded freedom
Of artistic expression from narrow-minded bureaucrats
There was a howl and a clamour in its immediate vicinity
But roaring above everything
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Nightingale
Obscured by fog
Singing such song
Of great freedom
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In bygone days when life's array -
The sweet song of the nightingale
And maidens' eyes, the rustling woods -
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Twisting back to time old memory we see,
Love builds heaven at home love is the key.

Sea of emotion floats in waves of joy light,
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The freedom to love,
The freedom to chose,
The freedom to Be,
To win or to lose,
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Freedom is what you all seek

And freedom will you have
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There seemed a smell of autumn in the air
At the bleak end of night; he shivered there
In a dank, musty dug-out where he lay,
Legs wrapped in sand-bags,—lumps of chalk and clay
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What freeman knoweth freedom? Never he
Whose father's father through long lives have reigned
O'er kingdoms which mere heritage attained.
Though from his youth to age he roam as free
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This mark of indelible ink on my finger
Signals the vibrancy of our democracy
Heralds our faith in the country's freedom
In Republic of India and its Constitution
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HAIL, happy day, when, smiling like the morn,
Fair Freedom rose New-England to adorn:
The northern clime beneath her genial ray,
Dartmouth, congratulates thy blissful sway:
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Freedom fighter or terrorist? Depends whose side you’re on,
Africa’s ‘freedom fighters’… proud pirates everyone,
No freedom was ever gained for Black folk’s kith or kin,
Their fight was not for liberty, but to loot now from within.
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PARNELL came down the road, he said to a cheering man:
'Ireland shall get her freedom and you still break stone.
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on some level we all
are aggregations of cells
like prisons
if life after death exsists
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Introduction: Hope in Freedom...The sentiment to rise within.

Home is where our lives survive,
Orphans don't know how to thrive
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In A Desert, The Wind Arrived A Teasel.
The Teasel Asked Him
How Can I Become Free Like You?
The Wind Laughed In His Sleeve And Told
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I pray for love
We are all bathing in it
We just have to open our hearts,
to open our minds
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freedom breezes in
when you throw out the evil
trapped in your own thoughts
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Into the deep woods
Of a huge ancient mountain
The wind sings freedom.
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Your mom's in God's Home
Watching over you
In your lonely times
She touches your heart
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Like a wide basin
Where calm, motionless water
Has no full freedom.
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The Poem Hunter Beach,
Exists under beech.

In every young's hand,
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She told the story, and the whole world wept
At wrongs and cruelties it had not known
But for this fearless woman's voice alone.
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I prefer the gorgeous freedom,
And I fly to lands of grace,
Where in wide and clear meadows
All is good, as dreams, and blest.
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Bird was flying lavishly, un-cared, unheard
Over the dale, over the field; with no shield
Enjoying the freedom, Singing, dreaming,
Thinking: “Ah! So beautiful is the dream of a bird”
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my Freedom, my Freedom
you saved me
you tore my chain
you detached the knots
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Is it tears of the night?
Or pearls of the day!
Is it woes of the star?
Or dancing feathers gay!
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waving,
blowing,
big,
bold
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What is the theme of freedom?
Life,
Love,
Happiness,
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The first step towards freedom
Love

Smile
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(Europe Conquers America.)

Strong for the strong and in his own conceit;
Half-boy, half-madman, playing with the fire;
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It was a dark night, full of fights, as if the sun will never rise
The bullets were passing beside me, but I couldn't realize
All the people were afraid, , I was trying to resist anywise
The voice of freedom rose high in the souls of the arise
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The quality of these trees, green height; of the sky, shining, of
water, a clear flow; of the rock, hardness
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THE BRAVE old land of deed and song,
Of gentle hearts and spirits strong,
Of queenly maids and heroes grand,
Of equal laws,—our Fatherland!
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Feel captivities firm grip smother out the fun,
The stretch of its reach felt with each pass of the sun;

Metal doors slam shut, rumbling their echos down the hall,
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Unconditional love for God,
Unique faith in humanity,
Untiring struggle for freedom,
Ultimate sacrifice for the country!
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Hail, happy day, when, smiling like the morn,
Fair Freedom rose New-England to adorn:
The northern clime beneath her genial ray,
Dartmouth, congratulates thy blissful sway:
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Freedom to love again.
Freedom to try love again without thinking
about the past.
Freedom to think without worry.
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My freedom is all I got!
Not under any condition,
shall I allow myself
to be manipulated,
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Open them, open them
let the light shine,
Release the binds
of chains and twine.
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This aloneness is worth more than a thousand lives.
This freedom is worth more than all the lands on earth.
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Is this the land our fathers loved,
The freedom which they toiled to win?
Is this the soil whereon they moved?
Are these the graves they slumber in?
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a symbol of change
a symbol of freedom
a symbol of light
a sign of beauty
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FREEDOM’S first champion in our fettered land!
Nor politician nor base citizen
Could gibbet thee, nor silence, nor withstand.
Thy trenchant and emancipating pen
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- * A SOLDIER'S PRAYER * -

I stand here in this foreign land
As I look into the sky
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The seas of England are our old delight:
Let the loud billow of the shingly shore
Sing freedom on her breezes evermore
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You got your seat
Without any drop of sweat
Relied on your grandfather
Your namesake
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Where has my freedom gone?
You have caged me in cage
And you have offered butter,
Bread, cherry, tomato and many,
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Dandi....
Boiling sea water, lumps of salt
salt of freedom,
flavor of decades
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Believe me not, dear, when in hours of anguish
I say my love for thee exists no more.
At ebb of tide, think not the sea is faithless;
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Poetry wrote me
They fought many battles...and won
War for peace...elusive...lifelong
Finally...freedom...at a price
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A leader who uses his knowledge
And power to abrogate
Rights and curtail freedom
Of his people
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Admiring the bird
Perched on the tree
I envied her
for she was free.
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When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home,
Let him combat for that of his neighbours;
Let him think of the glories of Greece and of Rome,
And get knock'd on the head for his labours.
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So many
Different dreary worlds,
That it’s hard to make a choice,
Hard to choose at all,
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Seven Whispers pass me by.
Unknowing, unrevealing,
The secret, which lies in the whisper of the mind.
The mind is imaginary, full of trickery and magical places
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Love is the tempest 
Enters your life 
Like a tropical storm 
And wash away
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Renewing life on planet earth with yoga,
Reassuring the bond with mother earth with yoga,
Revitalising millions of species on earth with yoga,
With freedom to its space,
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They traded the comfort of their homes
They curtailed their freedom of religion
They infringed on their right to speak
They bargained their educational attainment
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RED, white, blue, the flag that leads us on,
Stripes as red as blood well shed by many a hero gone.
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Something is special, today you ping,
The holy song of freedom we all sing.

Ring you ring the ring, you feel zing,
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It is spoken man is born equal and free
To a degree the world disagrees
Some foresee what others cannot see
Freedom is walking away with glee
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Gigantic daughter of the West,
We drink to thee across the flood,
We know thee most, we love thee best,
For art thou not of British blood?
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When we write
Poetry
Freedom lives
Depression
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So the time seems come at last,
And the drums go rolling past,
And above them in the sunlight Labour's banners float and flow;
They are marching with the sun,
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Racism, islamophobia, homophobia, blackphobia
Why so fear in the air?
Why so fear in their lives?
Why we are not living in a cool jeweled moon?
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First pledge our Queen this solemn night,
Then drink to England, every guest;
That man’s the best Cosmopolite
Who loves his native country best.
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For all those who fight on freedom's road.

Hear the cries on freedom’s road above the cannon’s roar
See the faces of anguish in the tide of war
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Freedom will break the tyrant's chains,
And shatter all his whole domain;
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