Freedom Fantasy Poems

We, the generation of '50,
Time-travelers with stardust in our hair, with memories planted in pockets,
Rooted in decades embraced by change, souls adorned with the dawn...

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I will not leave untaught,
With what color freedom shines.
Not a stranger on this Earth,
But a citizen of the whole planet.
And as truths unfold,
What you feel...

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What is the taste of happiness, ask the trees rooted in tale,
And the wind brings on southern wings answers hidden in crests.
Is it sweet, like...

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A springtime showers upon us like a quilt of stars,
The empty house warms in its vacant heart:
Through it pours the summer a river of melted...

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In the heart of inner wanderings hides, alas, a tormented soul,
Wilted by anguishes woven at the edge of the mind, where the thread breaks.
In verses,...

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Beneath heavy eyelids woven from the shadows of the night,
In the gardens of silence, time whispers questions through the ages,
Why, amidst walls frailly built from...

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In the quiet aurora, where no whisper builds awakening,
No expecting arm to scatter the veil of nights that naturally flee.
Is it the embrace of the...

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I was a lttle girl, so wistfully in thought back then. 
Wearing a silk kimona, dreams of a sivered, shiny pen.

A special place in my...

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"Come," whispers a friend, with a grin sly and svelte,
"To the realm where the grandest of marbles do melt.
Take this ticket, no charge, it's a...

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In the thicket of spinning days, where fate weaves deep,
I seek freedom on paths of stars, my wave of hope.
Science tells me to believe in...

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I was a classic 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air, in mint condition, admiral and white.
My owner had other beautiful, classic cars, like stars sparkling into twilight.

My owner...

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" Imagine a place where there is beauty, bliss and plentifulness for all. It is nothing short of utopia. Though we are far from realizing...

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See the full moon's bright eye,
you may use her as guide.
capture her sclera, pupil, and iris
in colors you see fitting on a clear evening.
Cut out...

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Obsessed

Hours and hours practising 
“Practice makes perfect!”
Others have described Antonio’s playing as perfect.
He has played in spectacular locations. Even before Kings and Queens. One day...

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Dirty, matted fur, with clumps missing 

Black fur, but looks brown form mud 

This stray cat has had a hard life 

Thrown out by it...

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