Poetry: My Passage To Freedom Poem by Dalton J Brown II

Poetry: My Passage To Freedom



Born of the day I wrote it for you
Its pages unfolded are fresh and new
Read this with your heart
For it will disclose
The greatest story ever told...
A poem

Poetry is a way of life, an art form, nature's way of expressing its desires and feelings. Poetry which can be inscribed in one's mind for the rest of their life. We live and love poetry everyday of our lives. We pass poetry on from generation to generation not only because we like it, or believe it to be educational for our children, but because it is the building blocks of life; our way of escaping the stress and disappointment of daily life.

They are our dream that last forever in a moment and stays with us until we meet the hands of God. Poetry my passage to freedom, when the pen and paper make contact, the words begin to flow, It's like something in the depths of my heart is unlocked. And the demons of my soul unleashed, now free to soar. Free to speak its words without facing ridicule or criticism, free to dream its impossible dreams and fears.

I'd like for it to be free for life, to fly forever, but with the cruel world we live in, it's not possible. If we want to last, we must embrace ourselves no matter how dark and painful it may be with a hard, impermeable shells. But inside we are nothing more than
soft and scared children, hoping to be accepted, praying to be loved. But when the pen and paper make contact, there are no ties strong enough to bound my soul to this world.

Poetry: My Passage to Freedom

Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poetic expression
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Poetry is a way of life, an art form, nature's way of expressing its desires and feelings. Poetry which can be inscribed in one's mind for the rest of their life. We live and love poetry everyday of our lives. We pass poetry on from generation to generation not only because we like it, or believe it to be educational for our children, but because it is the building blocks of life; our way of escaping the stress and disappointment of daily life.

They are our dream that last forever in a moment and stays with us until we meet the hands of God. When the pen and paper make contact, the words begin to flow, It's like something in the depths of one's heart is unlocked. And the demons of one's soul unleashed, now free to soar. Free to speak its words without facing ridicule or criticism, free to dream its impossible dreams and fears.

We like for it to be free for life, to fly forever, but with the cruel world we live in, it's not possible. If we want to last, we must embrace ourselves no matter how dark and painful it may be with a hard, impermeable shells. But inside we are nothing more than soft and scared children, hoping to be accepted, praying to be loved. But when the pen and paper make contact, there are no ties strong enough to bound one's soul to this world.

Copyright ©Dalton Joseph Brown II
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