What the word "Freedom" means to you

[naamplao]

I am not new to Literotica but I am new to this forum. I have posted poems elsewhere but I thought I would post one here and start a thread regarding your poetic feelings about Freedom.

It is a word that has many meanings depending on context. Here is one view of mine about Freedom...I hope you like.

Freedom
by Naamplao

Freedom is more than being left alone.
It is more than doing anything you want.
A ship drifting on the ocean is free,
but in due time winds and surf will dash
it on some rocky shore, tearing it apart.

True freedom requires a purpose, a goal
that gives us a direction to follow.
For without this guidance, freedom is
meaningless and doomed eventually
to crash on the rocks of life’s despair.

 

[sassynyc]

Freedom
is the ability
to say
FUCK YOU
and never taste
the words in reverse.

 

[sassynyc]

Freedom totes a hefty purse
with no bargains made.
You cannot make its acquaintance
until you part with precious currency.
Cost is a necessary evil, a casualty of war.

Blood is shed, in different shades of sacrifice.
Pioneers are the first to let go
of life, limb or comfort zone.
They make our beds
and we lay.

 

[Safe_Bet]

Freedom totes a hefty purse
with no bargains made.
You cannot make its acquaintance
until you part with precious currency.
Cost is a necessary evil, a casualty of war.

Blood is shed, in different shades of sacrifice.
Pioneers are the first to let go
of life, limb or comfort zone.
They make our beds
and we lay.

FUCKING WOW! Damn! You just get better and better!

 

[naamplao]

Freedom totes a hefty purse
with no bargains made.
You cannot make its acquaintance
until you part with precious currency.
Cost is a necessary evil, a casualty of war.

Blood is shed, in different shades of sacrifice.
Pioneers are the first to let go
of life, limb or comfort zone.
They make our beds
and we lay.

Very nice, very powerful....I enjoyed reading this.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

Freedom always comes with prepositions,
it cannot stand on its own. It must have
from or to and then something further still,
excepting bumper stickers and rock refrains.

From:
scrutiny in my bedroom
government inspection of my lungs, purse, mail
dirty dealings in the ballot boxes, news rooms,
love when it's cruel
petroleum fuel

To:
walk, run, ride,
lust when it's kind,
activate my community, set my message high,
get wire bound, high and funky
talk about it.

[FREEDOM] Popcorn firework popsicle USA
brought to you by the multinational corporation
that feeds/clothes/houses /possibly employs you
{applause!} Trumpets blare. [/FREEDOM]

 

[Liar]

you can be free to walk
only few but well worn paths
or free to choose your own direction
through thorns and sly

you preach for the latter
but never don the boots
for the strive

freedom
without the will to use it
is a lie

 

[champagne1982]

I was born tied and shackled
to death. I learned that dying
is not the prison, it's living
in fear of it that deprives us.

Life is not short, living is the longest thing we do...

 

[ishtat]

A prison built of tablets
this sanity, a medicated dead.
Freedom is a flushed toilet bowl
but the depression is maddening.

 

[ivantheterrible]

a prison made of minds,
past,
chains,
breaking free.

 

[darkmaas]

"Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose" - Kris Kristofferson

 

[sassynyc]

record
my voice
it will remain
when i am gone
place it on an open widow sill
on breezy nights for company
and i live forever, through these bars
my voice can carry you anywhere with me
Come morning, before first eye flutters, I gather
my hobo existence, dissolved into road dust forever.
If you should need the sound of my voice, i am still close
on your window sill, between the bars, beckoning freedom

 

[Safe_Bet]

you can be free to walk
only few but well worn paths
or free to choose your own direction
through thorns and sly

you preach for the latter
but never don the boots
for the strive

freedom
without the will to use it
is a lie

THAT is fantastic! Thank you, Liar. Deep bows!

 

[sassynyc]

freedom is
the passing
from day into night
without checking in
with the gate keeper
you own the gates
and everything within them

 

[Safe_Bet]

I have written three poems to post in this thread. Each time I read through the prior postings, groan and hit the delete button.

All of you have written phenomenal poetry.

Sassy and Champ: the only words that work for you two is "Fucking Wow!"

P.S. Sassy - you have found your muse. This is the best stuff you have written (in my not so humble opinion)

 

[sassynyc]

I have written three poems to post in this thread. Each time I read through the prior postings, groan and hit the delete button.

All of you have written phenomenal poetry.

Sassy and Champ: the only words that work for you two is "Fucking Wow!"

P.S. Sassy - you have found your muse. This is the best stuff you have written (in my not so humble opinion)

Thank you, but I don't want another compliment, till you stop screwing with the delete button, get off your ass and post one yourself.

*kicks SB under the table, wearing my hardest pair of Buster Browns*

The cool thing about this thread is it get's you to flex your mental muscles concerning concepts, and your writing skill as well. naamplo was gracious enough to place no demands on this, and the topic is something that's personal to everyone, on some level, or other. Just say what it means to you in the most personal ways. i know you've got an opinion on the subject. Use it to say what freedom means in YOUR dictionary.

Now touch that delete button again ( I dare you) and see what you get.
:caning: :caning: :caning:

FREEDOM.

GO.

WRITE.

 

[Liar]

Freedom

Feel free to shut
the fuck
up.

It's not a word
on a piece of paper,
not a slogan to spit
at the peasants
and quip,

Hey presto, you're free!

without answering,

- from what?

 

[ArnoldSnarb]

.....

 

[PandoraGlitters]

Free Domme's just another word
For "Mistress, I need the loo!"

Hehe. :caning: sweet.

 

[Tzara]

Ten Words re: Personal Freedom

I don't longer care
what you want,
Mom or Government.


.

 

[sassynyc]

Further musing on the word, the concept of freedom. I equate freedom largely with being in control. If you have control of your circumstance, then your circumstance has no control over you. So, this made me think of freedom on a universal scale. What controls our very exisitence, depending on our various beliefs. In my mind's eye, that being is the embodiment of ultimate freedom

I Am

I am
Freedom.
I am the channel
to which, all is tuned.
The cycles of life and death
dance pirouettes around my circumference.
I’ve held them on a string, since the dawn of time.

My love for your smallest accomplishments
is greater, than your deepest pain
at the hands of man.

My sorrow irrigates riverbeds, and feeds brethren streams
until they collect, in an aquatic family tree.
I am current, and the lunar pull on the tide.
I am rhythm, dancing, free.

My heartburn is Kilimanjaro, dormant
I gather cooled ashes, of myself and soothe
what bubbles beneath.

My boredom yawns the Santa Ana winds
and stirs my muse for poetry in motion.
I stand back and admire myself, as free verse.

My joy is the sun, making love to the moon.
This is the genius of time, and infinite proof
of love, everlasting.

I have seen everything twice
and lived it all, in your lifetimes.

I am that I am.
I am freedom.

 

[bluerains]

freedom

rides
in the flow
and says
I HAVE A CHOICE...

 

[Liar]

Or as they say on Craigslist, Tuesday

free dom
32 m w steady
white collar job
and upper east dungeon
looking for you,
cute 20-35
gutterslut cumdumpster
for romantic dinners
and noose play

 

[sassynyc]

Or as they say on Craigslist, Tuesday

free dom
32 m w steady
white collar job
and upper east dungeon
looking for you,
cute 20-35
gutterslut cumdumpster
for romantic dinners
and noose play

*smirks*
that is damned vivid.....and clever.

 

[exmrn27]

Freedom

Freedom
by exmrn27



Freedom is the gentle tapping of a swaying set of dog tags
Blowing in the wind against a wooden cross
As a formation of brothers
Snap to attention as if on cue,

Only to raise a final salute
To that PFC from Charlie company
Who pushed that other Marine away,
And hugged that intended grenade as a baby
Only to disappear in a cloud of dust and sand.

And there he was, captured in a deathly sleep
Which burns into the minds of those that saw it
But will sadly be lost by those
Who were never there --- Ah the bitter rub in it all...

A heavy price while people are busy at the mall
And tuned into the ever reaching circus
Of the boob tube and the many jokers
That use aloof minds as a two-faced coin
To pander and fiddle for this and that
Only to come up far short than they should be.

Freedom never had such a somber tone
As the bugle slowly performed taps,
To another unknown face that gave all
So that others could breath that sweet free air;
And thus is the never ending story
To the ones that hold the line.