Freedom Missing You Poems

You sing of how it feels to be
At the waterside 
Like the willow tree

How the nightly schemes 
Comfort troubled hearts;
Velvet pillow dreams

As to window gaze
Past...

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Summer soil melded 
between bloodied feet. 
There is gravel stuck 
between bone and soul
 in their arch. A curve, 
a signature that belongs 
to an...

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So keen to get it right
Desperate to stop the cycle
I gave you love, trust and freedom
Used to turn away from the light

The lies never showed...

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i only go so far through the fields 
to see the dying sunflowers and their dried grain
and to stare at the end of the road
for...

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Raining

It is raining outside. 
I can hear the drops on the roof. 
They are loud, 
and getting louder all the time. 
My heart seems to...

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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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In the wee hours of a cool autumn night,
They were roused from sleep by a loud knock.
They feared it would be some bandits,
Trying to get...

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I was once an idealistic young soldier, who was very new to the occupation,
Trying to preserve freedom, and way of life, like the golden sun,...

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Now I

"Now I lay me down to sleep."

We all know the prayer
that we should keep.
Grandma taught us
when we were small
so that we would remember, 
when...

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Perennial plants do it.
Possums we presume.
Those who pretend to die,
But found alive,not tombed....

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New Shoes

"Grandpa, my shoes are too small, 
or maybe my feet or too big?"

"You are going to be ten foot tall, 
if you don't stop...

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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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Ultra-sound

I see you. 
I see you there, 
inside of me. 
How can that be? 

What a miracle you are? 
What a joy to come in...

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Brush My Hair

I was thinking, 
sitting here in this chair... 
that you are the best man, 
I have ever met. 
You are not like any...

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One Dollar

When I was a kid, 
I worked for every dime I got. 
I folded papers, 
I took out the trash, 
I did dishes, 
washed...

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