Freedom I Miss You Poems

It’s not the fact that I can’t hug you that bothers me. It’s knowing that I have all the freedom too, but only in a...

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I miss me 
I ask me to never leave me 
Cos I need me to be me always 
My shadows are not enough 
My feelings...

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On the first day of school, I long for its end, 
Yearning for my Jag family, my heart's dear friend.
The food, a tragic horror, but...

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There’s a person living in my skull
But she once loved life out here 
She would run around for hours
Kicking dust and chasing fear 
There’s a...

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We're black and white again

I must admit I miss the coloured rain
Of your presence
Tumbling down over whatever protection I chose
Unavoidable
Enthralling
Beautiful

It feels like the rainbow has...

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Birds belong in the heavens, and fish belong in the sea,
you, my incomparable love, belong right here with me.
Your adorable radiant smile lights up my...

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If you miss Arizona that much,
It’s not best to write a poem,
The best thing is to take a plane ticket,
If California tempts you as before,
The...

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Through my old window I see
The young birds, fluttering and flying free
Wings stretching out so far and wide
As they soar through the open sky.

Their eyes,...

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What happened to those days of old
when life was simple- tried to hold
a clearer grasp of right or wrong-
with outlined paths to move along?

Of goals...

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May each of us be blessed to have someone special in our lives... Who helps us overcome loss and embrace life and joy. 

We'll fly...

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I miss you only if you miss my smile
I desire you only if you like my style
I always do my best and will continue to...

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I threw it out today,
well, not really,
I just let it go.
I had kept it inside
for way too long,
fed it on distrust
and suspicion,
denied it an outlet.
It...

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Dear Lord, I come to you with a heavy heart on my knees I pray for you to watch over my son yes my baby...

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Our love is botanical garden
where the trees have evanesced
The petals have wilted
The roots are debilitated
as if they were immune to growth
And the soil can barely...

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Grandfather's Gift

There is an angel, 
on a coin, in my pocket. 
My grandfather gave her to me. 
It is a token of affection. 
It is...

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