Freedom Writers For Anne Frank 164 Poem by Freedom Writers

You are in
The sanctum of poetry
Leave your books
Before your sins


Break the past
Rebuild the present
The poetry is
The future


The poetry that wasn't born yet
Is your golden chance
To be a father


Get lost
And let poetry
Find you


Meditate
For meditation
Is the end of knowledge
And the beginning of poetry


Be on the dark side
Of the moon
To write poetry
On the white side


In the kitchen of poetry
You need the knife of time
To chop
The apples of mind


Go inward
Poetry inside


Let poetry write you
Before you write poetry


You are your poetry
Don't commit suicide
By killing your poetry


Paint the poetry
On the canvas of soul
Before you write it
On the piece of paper


Let your mind be the sea
Let your heart be the sun
The rains on the sky
The poetry will be


You are the poem of god
So write yourself
Before you write
Your poetry


Climb the rainbow
Poetry is a color
Between reality
And imagination


Poetry is above earth
Poetry is below god
Poetry is the bridge
Have it bridged


Put on
The suit of galaxy
Poetry is
The jacket of stars


Poetry is resurrection
Don't be false messiah


Close the doors
Close the windows
The strongest poetry
Breaks the walls


Happy with pain
The most beautiful poetry
Is the most painful


Be overburdened
By poetry and rain
To see the time
Become green
And see the green
Become words
And see the words
Become flowers


Dream in poetry
Poetry and dreams
Create freedom


Take off your fingers
Fingers of poetry
Of much higher
Grasping powers


Be the circuit
Poetry is A.C.
Tween the seen
And the unseen


Lose your mind
You find your poetry


Word makes poetry
Poetry makes meaning
You be that meaning


If you want poetry
To be your home
Be homeless


Neither be an ant
Nor be an elephant
To have poetilibrium
In case you fall in
The gravity field
Of poetry


Don't wait for tomorrow
Poetry is now


Poetry is a rite
So be the right wright
To write this rite


To understand
The circle of poetry
Be the centre


Doors of poetry
Have to be glassy
To see well
Windows of reality


Try no else
What you find in poetry
Enough to find by it
What you need to find
In any but poetry


You paint not nor lift
Your poetry for you
The sea is not blue
For the sea
And the sky is not high
For the sky


The water needless fish
The air needless bird
The earth needless horse
Is your poetry
So have it
You have the ends


Wonder not
The sky of poetry
Is the only sky in which
You are flying and sleeping
At the same time


Don't say
I need more
You've poetry books
And freedom
What else more


That he who wants
To grasp
Let him grasp that
Poetry is both
The end
And the means


Poetry is not to be
Where to be is not
Where poetry is not to be
So be where
Poetry is not to be
Where to be is not
Where poetry is not to be


To reach above the words
And beyond the meanings
You reach poetry


Undress your pride
Undress your tyranny
Just your time
To dress your glory
When you dress
Your poetry


Pretend happiness
Pretend poetry
Pre the end
You are
A happy poet


Rewrite yourself
To have your poetry
Rewritten


When you feel alone
When you feel lonely
When you feel cut off
Open the door
Poetry is knocking


Lose the moments
Many lost moments
Are always needed
Just to find
Some poetry


Don't you see
Your eyes closed the curtains
The poetry closed it's eyes
It's the moment before
You
Open the windows


Don't curse lines
The first line is in heaven
The last line is your soul
And the middle
Is your poetry


Let your poetry
Be the difference
You wanted to see
In the world


See the world inside
Poetry is somewhere
Between the world
And the word


It's the genius of belle
That wrote
The poetry of football
What genius do you have
To write
The poetry of mindball
You decide


It's easy to make man
Through poetry
But it's hard to make poetry
Through man
Choose the hard


In the battle of poetry
When you've to escape
Escape to victory


When you swim in the sea of poetry
Imagine yourself as if you were
The last dolphin swimming
How would you swim