Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet Poet Free verse

Freedom Writes

Freedom sings in the nature of things.

Warm gusting winds. 

Bash against the leaves  of a tree.

It makes a sound purposely calming to the ear.

Beneath the trees roots do grow.

Freely and free.

Free burning flames of the sun blind the eye.

As free roaming clouds set free the sky.

Plants of the earth dances.

Its partner the free blown breeze.

Hump back whales jump above the sea.

Are you as free as nature and its unpredictable course of dances.

Can you stare into the free burning flames of the sun?

A stare of freedom,the sun has won.

Will your eyes stay open,like wildly free tides that hit the sands.

Stroll with me in freedoms steps

A freedom nature kept.

Pick up a pen and set its ink free.

Or use your blood on paper and set your self free.

Many say they love to write free poem verses,but they erase and cross out their free poetic verses.Oh come write with me on natures freedom leaves.Let free blown breeze run up your sleeves. 

Erasing and crumbling paper, a freedom tease

Borrow  my free pen and freedoms keys

                        Oh freedom.
                        Oh freedom.
                        Oh freedom 
                           please.

A free flowing freedom cant freeze,nor cease

Take my pen and write with ease.

No crumbling,no erasing. 

                            Just freedom please

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Poet Destroyer A May 11, 2013 at 9:12 PM Elliott :-) Congratulations with having your poem Featured this week. Have yourself a wonderful and lovely Mother's Day. Lots of Luv & Hugs *Linda"

Justcallme Britt June 15, 2012 at 8:47 PM No problem! I hope you don't only feel free in your poetry! Keep writing, dear poet <3

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders April 9, 2012 at 5:40 PM I must admit, sometimes I do scratch out and crumble paper. But I understand what you mean completely. The kind of freedom you write of is difficult for me to get to. I do get there once in a while, though. Thanks for enjoying my poem tonight. Blessings to you, Rhonda Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet April 9, 2012 at 5:46 PM Thank you i am glad you enjoyed this heart felt poem.i do hope it inspires you to write the freedoms way.God bless you.