Story Research - Poetry

For my animation I'm looking at different sources of inspiration in order to form a story or message.

One of the art forms I'm looking at is Poetry.

It would be ideal if I could find a poem that echoes the sentiments or emotions of the people in the cause I'm representing, and with broad themes of freedom and hope, I might be able to join the dots and string something together that fits. Ideally then I'm looking for something with parallels to my topic.

Here are some of the poems I've come across that might prove suitable in relation to the issue...


The Biggest Freedom by Aufie Zophy

I pray for love
We are all bathing in it
We just have to open our hearts,
to open our minds
And let it in

The biggest freedom is ours
To let it in or lock it out

I pray for hope
We are swimming in it
We just have to open our hearts
to open our souls
And let it in

The biggest freedom is ours
To let it in or lock it out

I pray for wisdom,
We are soaking in it
We just have to open
To open our minds
And let it in

The biggest freedom is ours
To let it in or lock it out

I pray for spirit
We are swimming in it
Let our selves drown in the huge love
the huge wisdom and spirit
that is around us all time


In Courage by Dorsey Baker

In courage-you find
no fear
and in courage-no weakness
does appear
In courage-steps toward
danger taken
and in courage-strength
within awaken
In courage- a hero
takes shape
and in courage- the villain
can't escape
In courage-there is a call
to duty
and in courage-out of ugliness
comes beauty



On the Innate Drive For What is Right by Mark R Slaughter

As life bled, martyrdom flared its buds.
Repression, red from irritation,
Rendered chinks and cracks; but thuds of
Armament - in cowardice - accomplice of the
Dictatorial blight thro' countless years -
Wreaked its retribution:
Yet hope began to bloom a coloured carapace
Enshrining their allegiance ‘gainst the
Terror in their tears.

And on! Splits yawned - breaches in the junta:
Flesh fought fanatical minds -
Bullets welcomed into open hands
And blessed with yearnings for morality:
Chiselled man-toys of death and mutilation
Couldn't repel the might of freedom
Surging at the bright horizon.

Crepuscular rays of purpose, body,
Flooded pandemonium with
Overwhelming clarity, direction -
Burdened clouds drifting wayward as the
Light channelled out a vision,
Intensifying focus on tomorrow -
Deepen their stride
As they home in to
What is theirs,
Rightfully theirs!


Liberated by Udiah (witness to Yah)

Liberated, I'm free from you
Liberated, bondage is through
Liberated, I'll speak my view
Liberated, life to pursue

Oh come and hear the news
I am now free to choose
There is no more abuse
Gone are the loathsome blues

Because I'm
Liberated, I'm free from you
Liberated, bondage is through
Liberated, I'll speak my view
Liberated, life to pursue

An end to oppression
Freedom of expression
There'll be no concession
Gone is the depression

Because I'm
Liberated, I'm free of you
Liberated, bondage is through
Liberated, I'll speak my view
Liberated, life to pursue


Poverty In The 21st Century by Winston Harding

It’s the 21st century
The media displays it day and night,
Poverty.
Poverty across the globe lies
Poverty cries out from the belly of little boys
Little girls, parents too
Desperately searching for food,
Shelter, clothing, for love,
Companion, for attention
Those with plenty, refuse
To amend, a world haunted by
Poverty.

Is poverty affecting the rich?
Are their poverty the same
As the poor in financial constrains?
For they, too, poverty of love
I see poverty in the learned
I see poverty in those whose
Selfish acts are destroying society.
I see poverty in all level of humanity

The world is still an imperfect place
Yet life is still beautiful, the wind
Blows, we see it not, give thanks
For what you possess, now go,
Help if you can along the way,
Help to eradicate poverty
In your surrounding, widen
Your boundary across your
Country, to nations of the world.


The Shadow Inside My Shadow by Eric Cockrell

poverty is not my cousin,
is not my lover,
is not my preacher,
poverty is not my brother.

poverty is not my prayer,
or the song that i sing
is not my answer
poverty is not my dream.

poverty is not my teacher,
not the hand that i hold.
poverty is not my anger,
not my spirit, not my soul.

ah! but this poverty is real
it races thru my mind
crashes into my heart,
& leaves me deaf and blind.

poverty is my companion.
the aching cold inside my hollow.
the blow behind my eyes,
poverty is the shadow
inside my shadow.


Courage by Corey Fauchon

Courage is what makes us
Courage is what divides us
Courage is what drives us
Courage is what stops us

Courage creates news
Courage demands more
Courage creates blame
Courage brings shame

Courage shows in school
Courage determines the cool
Courage divides the weak
Courage pours out like a leak

Courage puts us on a knee
Courage makes us free
Courage makes us plea
Courage helps us flee

Hmmm... a few of these stand out as useful, and quite fitting. I intend to invest a lot more time looking for more Poems, as I think they could really work well in the context of my project.