Poem -

Freedom

Freedom,
What is it?
a bird flying high,
a cheater running far
What is it?

The question that leaves us lost for words
Is it inside us
When you run in the playground,
do what you want to
Is that freedom?

The real question
that leaves us puzzled, is
does freedom really exist
is it just a thought inside our minds
or is thought our only freedom?

Like 0 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.

Comments

author
Nardine Sanderson

Great question, i believe our thoughts are our hearts true freedom, although they too are restricted somewhat by government, free speech can't be a suicide if taken to extreme, i guess we are back to the question, what is freedom?
thank you sweetie for writing in my topic reality xoxo love to you, nardine xoxo

Reply
Poem -

New Paths

Child

From my eyes you cannot see

the oceans filled with visions far,

beyond your...

Poem -

Old Timer

Old Timer

Years of torturous tears gone by

falling from the crow’s feet.

Sitting alone in this...

Poem -

Ergonomics

Ergonomics

My eyes are rolling into the back of my head

My eyeballs filled with veins of red

Writing,...

Latest poems in Speculative

Poem -

July first two thousand and...

July first two thousand and twenty five...

signals the eighth year we lived
at our present location,
where fringe benefits (a plug) for...

Poem -

Though an atheist..

Though an atheist..

please oh lord brace and fix me with monetary salvation
After umpteen times being swindled
...

Poem -

Donning rubber gloves, the...

(plus cutlery, pots pans, et cetera) in the kitchenette sink.

Donning rubber gloves, the wife does washing of clothes and dishes...

She started what would immediately become
a first and last generation tradition
(the spouse...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com