Pampered puffs of righteous clouds
are quickly pink with butterflies.
Heaven heals our shackled souls
beyond the entrance to the skies.
Cotton leas of endless stance
reflect the angels' glowing light.
Let us caress the untold faith
as options stretch across our sight.
Beauty is it's greatest offer --
Sprinkled thoughts are now awake.
Freedom is no gift to give,
because it's not something to take.
Author notes
Image Credit:
"Meadows of Heaven" by WCS_Wildcat
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Beautiful imagery throughout. Nice flow.
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I love the way you ended this poem with such a revolutionary idea.
" Freedom is no gift to give,
because it's not something to take."
Amazing. Thank you.
Much Love
Carrie
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just...perfect.
Love, Lane
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Is this your creed?
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Lovely rhyme and flow to this with some superb imagery. well done and thanks for entering!
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Beautiful!
I love the rythm of the poem and your choice of words. The imagery is gentle in sound, yet bold in meaning. I love it.
And by the way, you mentioned you have a contest going. . .could you send me the details?
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This is really beautiful. It fits great with the image, and the rythm is great. You also have a great meter going, good job with that too. Awesome poem you have here!
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