to the beat of my own drum,
i flow,
free as a bird,
with his wings clipped,
but i still move on,
free as a bird
flying high above the clouds,
in which my mind creates,
thinking of ways,
to end the hate,
free as a bird,
with his wings clipped,
flying high as a kite,
with no string,
free,
free at last
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Written July 10th, 2006
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i like this poem very good
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and FREE at last! Love that line. Birds are so pretty and as short as this was, it was well done, thanks for sharing this, keep up the awesome poetry..
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ooooooooooooooooh, it's been awhile since i been on this site, and the first poem i've read in a loooong time, and i have to say... GOOD ONE. lol. really good poem. wowed me. keep up the good work, fellow poet.
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good job i like. keep it up
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that was what i was going for, a bird with his wings clipped isn't very free, it wants to be, it prays at night that somehow it can fly again, that's the... i guess metaphor, if you will, i was going for. thank all of you for your comments, the are much appreciated
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awesome poem!
the feeling of being free and everything,
it was just great.
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Hey toohott2handle. Awesome write! This has a great message of being your own person and not being held down by anyone else's expectations. I especially like the lines "Free as a bird / with his wings clipped". This is a somewhat contradictary statement. How free can a bird really be when his wings are clipped? It is still succumbing to someone's will. Great poem. Keep it up!
-NightOwl
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Very good write. Feeling free for that first time and looking forward to it again is a high of its own.
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I appreciate poetry that talk about self-freedom. I always hold a high place for these types of poems. Good Job.
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