Best Passioninspirational Poems
Set free the caged dreams and ambitions,
let it swing freely alongside with inspiration into the freeborn kingdom of stardom.
But this is frighteningly difficult,
because the free will that freely stimulates the free world of the freethinker, rich, poor, arrogant and elephant minded humans, has out-weighted the stimulus of human free ideology, to freely understand, conceive knowledge, and regulate in times of freezing stress.
This has freely transformed most humans into free-floating educated duckling, living as freelance hustlers, in an untitled free world,
Where the wise:
freely fish less, but catch more,
freely hustle less, but gather more,
freely talk less, but solve more,
freely take less, but give more,
freely run less, but arrival fast
While the fool:
freely eat with the longest spoon, but still stave of starvation,
freely move with the wisest idea, but still sink,
freely hustle more, but tumble fast,
freely run and act fast, but shun fast,
freely have the most stardom, but still lack absolute freedom.
Freeing Freedom,
Is freely achieved, by nesting patiences, control, and not aggressively wrestling life;
But by having the tendency to bullying struggle, and make it dropout of college.
Freeing freedom,
Is freely achieved, by adding more strength in developing intellectual power, free-living, and free acceptance of who you really are, rather than that of rage and free falling into discontent aggression.
Freeing freedom,
Is freely achieved, by forever caging doubt, and letting inspiration free-for-all like free vote, and also letting love run innocently barefooted into the gates of Bill Gates brain, to reap inspirational freedom.
Her hand races across paper after paper
Words spill from her soul and enter life
Through the metal tip of her favorite pen
Stories of war and art and the assets of life
She sees them through the eyes of a true poet
A true storyteller
A window at the end of the room allows
The sun's light passage into the confines
Of her solitary den... then light washes
Across teh desk and allows her the brightness
She needs for her writing to be done
The images painted on her canvas of words
Glows with emotion set into her every line
Every stanza stands proud, every word
Flows into the next
Her talent is envied by all
She never shows the world how beautiful her mind could be
When the key is placed into her door at night
A soft click to emphasize that no one can enter
Her secret haven
No one can watch as her songs erupt into the forms
Of words and ink splotches
On fresh white paper
No one knows what goes on in her little room
With no color on the walls, no furniture
Besides her little cherry oak desk
And her favorite oak chair
All that accompanies her work
Are the inspirational sights of the outdoors
The warmth of the sun
The songs of the birds that enter through
Her open window
They keep her arm moving
Piles of her work sit beside her
As the portal of her mind's eye
And yet she is not satisfied
For she must leave this sanctuary
But she shall return
Some sunny day