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 Aug 2014
Paula Lee
I
Lived,
I
Suffered
I
Died

I Am FREE!
I'm not in the challenge but this is my take on Freedom!
 Aug 2014
Elizabeth Squires
military oppressors
put her voice
into a muted pause
of suppression
the peoples of her land
were denied
of her ideology
that was placed
under a secure key
of a military
who wanted
her voice silenced
in totality

how can a bird that is born for joy
sit in a cage and sing
this proposition
gave thought
to some pondering
the Burmese people elected
Aung San Suu Kyi
to lead them with
a government of democracy
her message
though stifled
still bought joy
to many in her land
her voice had been
silenced by a coupe
the strains of freedom
were ingrained
in her words
that never deserted
her people's ears

liberty did come
at the release of her tongue
which carried
her nation
back to the breath
of a self determining
lung
 Aug 2014
Poetic T
If it wasn't my fault
If the binds of life tightened
Became to much,
Suffocated me,
Even though I had breathe,
Would you hold it against me
Judge me for what life had done,
Pressure,
Stresses,
Life,
Was the burden
The weight on my shoulders
Each day I awoke,
Seconds,
Minute,
Hours,
Were to much.
Life had become my prisoner
A death sentence in this living shell,
Would you hold it against me
I wish for only peace,
The moments of existence
Are getting to much,
I hope you understand
To forgive me,
To release me
To feel the peace that I crave so much,
I didn't do this to hurt,
I was selfish, as others will talk.
Life had become
That which I feared,
Know this, you were never to blame,
Life was my tormenter
And now I have freedom from its clutch..
 Aug 2014
Jack
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A happy young fairy went walking one day,
enjoying the blue skies she found
When there ‘fore her rested a little sad heart,
whimpering soft on the ground

She knelt down before it and held out her hand,
finding a tear call her eye
and said with a voice as if heaven had sent
“Why little heart do you cry?”

“I’m all alone and have no one to love me,”
Were the sad words that he said
“So now I sit trapped and empty forever,
woeful and left here for dead”

“Oh my dear heart with your tear drops just flowing,
please take my hand and you’ll see
I have more love than you ever could wish for,
come let my touch set you free”

He reached for her hand and his beat happened faster,
a smile then formed on his face
His tears had all ended their sorrowful flowing,
nothing was left but a trace

She lifted him up and said, “Look all around you,
you will find beautiful things”
Then with a wink and a snap of her fingers,
this little heart he grew wings

“Go fly my friend for I give you your freedom,
you will find someone to love”
She waved as he flew with a new found excitement,
into the blue skies above
 Aug 2014
Stephen E Yocum
Freedom is a seven letter word that denotes an illusion.
A fleeting boundless state of mind, seldom achieved.
An illusive gift perhaps only truly given from us to
our selves. Maintained with diligence and positive thought.
(I believe and so I am.) Living within, in a Dictatorship or
a Marriage, it remains a state of mind. To attain it, worth a
revolution or a divorce.
For Joe Cole on the subject of Freedom
 Aug 2014
Joe Cole
I walk away from the ***** grey quay, step onto an equally ***** old boat
Only god and a sailors good luck will keep this poor thing afloat

I'm  saying goodbye to the life that I knew, a life of hunger and toil
I sail in search of the promised land, of sunshine and rich fertile soil

Will I look back at the land that I've  left as I sail out over the sea
No I dare not for it might drag me back to the place where I don't  want to be

Like the brave men of old I have to be bold in my search of my true destiny
I leave behind a life of slavery for a new life where I can be free

No magical skills do I bring with me just a love of the land and the soil
In my new promised land I will be free, for only myself will I toil

In my bag a handfull of seed, a knife and small axe that I own
But its with these crude tools in my promised land that I'll  carve out a place to call home

The ship sails on and old Ireland has gone tis now just a faint memory
Soon I'll  be there breathing freedoms air fresh in
my new land, the land of the free
Just to get started here's my contribution to my challenge
 Aug 2014
Jonny Angel
Freedom ain't free
& you want to know how I know,
I know 16 guys who left their body parts
all over a foreign desert
in countries
without freedom.
As per Joe Cole's request for FREEDOM poems.
 Aug 2014
Marian
The little bird was trapped
Behind the gilded cage
The butterfly was trapped
Inside the mason jar
The firefly was caught
From his home
And they patiently wait
Hoping and praying...
And then one day
A girl with gentle hands
Opens the little bird's cage
And releases him
With her pretty smile
She says, "Be free, little one!"
A youthful boy that same day
Open's the butterfly's jar
And with one final look at her dazzling beauty
He softly whispers, "You're free at last."
Another girl that same day
Opens the jar the firefly lives in
Trapped inside the walls of glass
She opens the lid and says,
"Fly away, little firefly, fly away!
You are free at last."

*~Marian~
For Joe Cole's Poem Challenge!! :) ~~~~<3
Hope You All Enjoy It!! :) ~~~<3

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