Monday, December 15, 2008

Freedom Comments

Rating: 4.2

I’m a weed on
A cliff, I hang out with
An eagle, but maybe the
Flowers are the weeds.
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Jacob Gifford
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Jayatissa K. Liyanage 19 February 2015

Nice write. I said the same in fewer lines. Please read my Wild Flower. Enjoyed yours. Thanks

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Daniel Y. 19 February 2014

Fascinating. From the perspective of the weed, whose lease on life is normally one of disdain from human considerations. The weed sits next with the eagles. Strong and independent. It has a hardy life, but it still appreciates what it has. Even though it's sessile, it has the freedom to be itself, and to cling to the rocks. I liked this poem, please look at some of mine!

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Lyn Paul 19 February 2014

Well written Jacob. Weeds certainly have great survival skills. Congratulations on making poem of the day.

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Leslie Philibert 19 February 2014

Nice write, well done.

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Gajanan Mishra 19 February 2013

I will live free and long. thanks.

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Pranab K Chakraborty 19 February 2013

Nice write. At least expressed such a way, a child could understand what poet thinks.

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Devin Startley 07 September 2009

flowers die and go away but when you plant another one it represents who you are and you will always be free just believe in yourself

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Tia Maria 18 December 2008

That's weed for you... Hanging out on a high ; -) Sorry, could not resist that.... great poem, makes you think, doesn't it....

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Izik Alcox 17 December 2008

poor flowers, another interesting piece, well written and expressed

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Fiona Davidson 15 December 2008

Very true Jack....well written...thank you

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