LIBERTY MY DREAM

LIBERTY MY DREAM

A Poem by JENY
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LIBERTY MY DREAM

 

Upon the sea I float

Never thinking of a shore

Like a w***e in the sea of morality

I float hoping not for a tomorrow

 

In the wind I fly

Like a dry leaf freed from life

Declining the greenness of tree

I am that freedom of dispassion

 

In the rain I dissolve

Like a lump of mud

That succumbs to rain drops

I release myself from bonds

 

Liberty you are my dream

You are my destination

Relentlessly I strive

To embrace thee before death

It will not be too long

Wait I am coming..


Let me throw away....

These shackles once I cherished..

Not knowing that they are shackles.

Wait I am coming...

 

 

 

 

 

© 2010 JENY


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Very much reminded me of Shelly's 'Mutability':

We are the clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly!--yet soon
Night closes round, and they are lost forever:

Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings
Give various response to each varying blast,
To whose frail frame no second motion brings
One mood or modulation like the last.

We rest.--A dream has power to poison sleep;
We rise.--One wandering thought pollutes the day;
We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;
Embrace fond foe, or cast our cares away:

It is the same!--For, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of its departure still is free:
Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but Mutability.

This poem is far more philosophical than it at first seems. It's about the period in youth when we thinking we are as free as anything, suddenly hit a fullstop. And I'm glad this piece of yours brought me back this poem. I think you kept it together in all but the last stanza. Consider re-writing it.

PS. Shelley always wanted to be known a liberate poet. It's ironic that he's known only for his romantic pieces.

Keep writing.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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A great unique peice.. Nice read :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


I like the message behind the poem, but wasn't excited about it in it's entirety. I really can't say why. I did like the line "Like a dried leaf freed from life". Very nice.

Posted 12 Years Ago


interesting

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very interesting and inspiring.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very much reminded me of Shelly's 'Mutability':

We are the clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly!--yet soon
Night closes round, and they are lost forever:

Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings
Give various response to each varying blast,
To whose frail frame no second motion brings
One mood or modulation like the last.

We rest.--A dream has power to poison sleep;
We rise.--One wandering thought pollutes the day;
We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;
Embrace fond foe, or cast our cares away:

It is the same!--For, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of its departure still is free:
Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but Mutability.

This poem is far more philosophical than it at first seems. It's about the period in youth when we thinking we are as free as anything, suddenly hit a fullstop. And I'm glad this piece of yours brought me back this poem. I think you kept it together in all but the last stanza. Consider re-writing it.

PS. Shelley always wanted to be known a liberate poet. It's ironic that he's known only for his romantic pieces.

Keep writing.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Great work, was a powerful poem.. loved reading it

Posted 13 Years Ago


powerful words.. great work

Posted 13 Years Ago


really powerful work on liberation and freedom, and independence. this was really good, kudos on this one!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very descriptive poem of freedom, evocative with sharp simile. A consciously well-chiseled piece.

Posted 13 Years Ago


For me, there is no perfect liberty except when we truly find liberty that describes for us what liberty is. Liberty is different and judge differently by people yet absolute liberty lies within us. Let our liberty not distort the true meaning of liberty to emancipate us from the bondage of our liberty known to ourselves.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Kerala, Thrissur, India



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