Category: Freedom Poem
#NationalPoetryDay – Sue Hardy Dawson’s Freedom Poem, Absence
Sue Hardy-Dawson is a poet and illustrator, her latest book, Where Zebras go, can be bought here.
#NationalPoetryDay Poem by Shauna Darling Robertson
NO UNAUTHORISED VEHICLES
(poem for a sign on a gate)
So authorise my vehicle.
Then rubber-stamp my car.
I’m done with steering oh-so-near,
I long to motor far.
But every time I venture out,
I’m halted by a sign:
Keep Out. Be Gone. Just Go Away.
This Road is Mine, All Mine.
But sir, it’s you who’ve made this
the road where I must go,
by putting up your tempting sign –
the one that tells me, NO.
#NationalPoetryDay Freedom Poem Animation – Skylark
#NationalPoetryDay Freedom Poem by Alan Cadman
The Forest’s Call
Staring with jewelled eyes;
stretched on a sturdy branch.
Concealed in panther black,
feeling the forest’s call.
A child, licks on ice cream,
looks through the zoo’s steel bars;
wishing to stroke his fur
before moving along.
© Alan Cadman 2017
#NationalPoetryDay Free as the Wind by Liz Brownlee
Here’s my poem for National Poetry Day up on the National Poetry Day Website – all the other National Poetry Day Ambassadors have poems there too, also available as a FREE anthology, here.
Free as the Wind
by Liz Brownlee
It’s slight and likes
to infiltrate
makes supple grasses
susurrate
it’s heavy and ready
to hurricane
power the storm clouds
splatter the rain
it swirls in the sand
bends barleycorn
dances the flowers’ heads
round the lawn
it flattens the trees
clack-clatters the bins
rat-tatters in dreams
sets leaves into spins
it slivers in houses
to whistle and haunt
makes the bare branches
jazz–hand and jaunt
it batters and scatters
the litter around
grapples the shadows
for space on the ground
it smooths unsmooth stones
whips away words
scattering syllables
dishevelling birds
it cannot be summoned
or seen or confined
as restless as waiting
as careless as time
it gusts from a suddenness
cannot be pinned
for nothing is free as
as free as the wind
©Liz Brownlee
National Poetry Day Freedom Poem by Liz Brownlee
Snow Petrels
On skies and seas
veiled white with light,
snow petrels weave
and wheel in flight,
they glide and skim
from high to low,
a falling flock
of feathered snow.
In courtship chases
pair by pair
they braid their paths
of freezing air,
birds of Antarctic
paradise,
the cliffs, the sea,
the snow, the ice.
© Liz Brownlee 2012
(From Animal Magic, IRON Press)
Freedom Poem for #NationalPoetryDay by Celia Warren
FREE
This poem is free:
there is nothing to pay.
The downside is
it has nothing to say.
National Poetry Day Poem by Dom Conlon
NPD’s theme this year is ‘Freedom’.
Free From…
Free from the darkness which held me tight
Free from the nappy I’d wear at night
Free from the hand which took me to walk
Free from the rule to work without talk
Free from the joys of sleeping till ten
Free from the need to come home again
Free from the days of not needing cash
Free from the impulse to hurry or dash
Free from the parents standing by me
Free from the future once easy to see
Free from the lightness I felt in my heart
Free from the summers which now barely start
Free from the feeling of being a boy
Free from the freedom I used to enjoy
Freedom Poem for National Poetry Day from Sue Hardy-Dawson
Sue Hardy-Dawson is a poet and illustrator, her latest book, Where Zebras go, can be bought here.
Freedom Poem for National Poetry Day by Carole Bromley
Golden Time
I might do a painting, I might read a book,
I might write a poem, I might learn to cook.
I might do some tracing, I might act a play,
I might make a pot with some modelling clay.
I might build some Lego, I might sing a song.
I might do some sums, I might get them wrong.
I might get the guinea pig out of his cage,
I might get dressed up and dance on the stage.
I might make a spaceship and fly up to Mars,
I might switch the lights out and study the stars.
I might make a potion, I might cast a spell
I might make a prince from a frog in a well.
I might explore Africa, might cross the Pole,
might play for England, might score a goal.
I might fly a jet plane, might walk on the moon,
I can do what I want for a whole afternoon.
I might be a Viking, I might be from Rome.
I would rule the world but it’s time to go home.
Freedom Poem for National Poetry Day by Angela Topping
Kids’ Stuff
Hanging round parks for a go on the swings
your palms smelling of metal off the roundabout
The iron grip of the slide as you launch yourself
It’s kids’ stuff but I still like it.
Dipping your fingers in sherbet and licking
Sticking your tongue into your ice cream
Strengthening your suck on a chocolate milk shake
It’s kids’ stuff but I still like it
Playing follow-my-leader when no one can see
Tidying your dollshouse and making them speak
Cuddling your teddy when you can’t get to sleep
It’s kids’ stuff but I still like it
Reading Narnia books and travelling with Hobbits
Watching E. Nesbit’s books on the box
Curling up in a chair with a book and some chocolate
It’s kids’ stuff but I still like it
Making shapes with your bread dough and watching it rise
Making gingerbread men with currants for eyes
Putting smarties on top of little iced cakes
It’s kids’ stuff but I still like it
Going to the pictures to watch Walt Disney
Getting sticky fingers from eating popcorn
Sucking an ice-lolly through the second half
It’s kids’ stuff but I still like it
People try and tell you ought to grow up
My kids don’t mind having a daft mum
I don’t see why I should stop having fun
It’s kids’ stuff but I still like it.