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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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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Let America Be America Again
by Langston Hughes
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
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London, 1802
by William Wordsworth
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour;
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,
Have forfeited their ancient English dower
Of inward happiness. We are selfish men;
Oh! raise us up, return to us again;
And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart;
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea:
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Million Man March Poem
by Maya Angelou
The night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.
Under a dead blue sky on a distant beach,
I was dragged by my braids just beyond your reach.
Your hands were tied, your mouth was bound,
You couldn't even call out my name.
You were helpless and so was I,
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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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