Freedom

Freedom

A Poem by smkb90

Freedom is like a Picasso painting,
when Picasso was known just as Pablo.

Few understand it,
and even fewer want it.

But with time it gains value
With time it becomes necessary.

Like Picasso paintings today
Freedom is expensive and precious

It sells like something original
Like something few can have
Like something everyone would like to posses

Freedom, like art
must be for everyone,

Like the air, like the day, like the night.

© 2012 smkb90


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what a word (freedom) ....just a word but wars occur because of it..most of the world's conflicts happen due to it...but are we really free? can we ever get the freedom we seek?

in my own point of view, i dont think that people have ever or can be free one day....look how many people and things control or lives....God, fate, time, death...

very nice poem...

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Ah such a amazing write "Freedom" Love that word.
Awesome write as well

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

what a word (freedom) ....just a word but wars occur because of it..most of the world's conflicts happen due to it...but are we really free? can we ever get the freedom we seek?

in my own point of view, i dont think that people have ever or can be free one day....look how many people and things control or lives....God, fate, time, death...

very nice poem...

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"Freedom, like art
must be for everyone,"
This is poetry. This poem must be passed on shared. Freedom is missed when we don't have it anymore. Thank you for the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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smkb90
smkb90

Buenos Aires, Argentina



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I have yet to find a place to call home. i am traveling to find it, nine moths here, six months there. I want to see the world. I write about the places I've been to and the people I've met. And once .. more..

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