Newest Free Verse Poems (29,538)

You're loving
You are kind
You are tenderhearted
You are romantic
And affectionate
You must be faithful
And big hearted
You should be trusting
And a little bit lusting
If you are these and more
Contact what are you waiting for

She's down there somewhere in the Carolina way
She knows the history of Dixie you know every woman's a mystery
I wonder if she has missed me
Since she's been down there somewhere in the Carolina way

She can cook she can sing
She can make a man feel like a king
She wears a wedding ring
But I only want to know one thing

I wonder if she has missed me
Though it's all still a mystery there's only one thing I can say
Farewell to the lady down there somewhere
In the Carolina way

I'm alone
All alone
In a world that's gone away

The scenes have changed
The names have changed
What was two is a four lane

No more hello's no more goodbye's
And there's nothing left for me to say
Strangers criss cross before my eyes
In a world that's gone away

I sadly walk to find the quiet
When once the quiet use to find me
Now I watch the hours pass the day
All alone in a world that's gone away

Words speak many messages,
One might infer it one way,
The other another.
But the speaker or writer may
Want to convey
Something totally different.

Words are multi faceted
With a writer who is creative
It could create pictures,
Create vibes, create chaos,
Create despondency.
Create hope for things unknown.

But the absence of words
May convey even more greater meaning
For those pondering on silence
Trusting God's word
That all man's schemes be revealed
Even through the absence of words

I walked blindly in the night
with no hope of seeing spiritual light

Until my beloved appeared with her insight

She called unto me so lovingly
"Come my beloved take my hand walk with me and let me show you your plight

My beloved, you are quite clever in your search for love
Yet, often refuse to see, it all comes from the heavens above

You think you can choose beauty and what may appeal
Yet, refuse to accept that which can heal

You design an ideal image of what may seem real
Yet, true love and beauty is often concealed

You chase after dreams yet, not everything you see flows so gently down the streams

Your search for truth always questioning the proof
It could hit you on the side of your head and still you cry alone in your bed

My beloved I come to you in many beautiful forms I try to reach you that don't follow the norms
In your stubborn denial I still come to you in my usual style

You ask for my guidance and you place false hindrance to your own demise then push away the truth for a song and dance

Yet, its only a matter of time you come crying and whining with your thoughts of me sublime

Such a fool you are like a shooting star I know who you are

Yet, do you know who I am when you are stuck in a jam?
You call unto me with your songs of joy and misery
Asking for meaning to life's mysteries
You cry unto me for all the ills of the world you made in the hope that love will not fade

How many times when convenient you forgot about me but, suddenly remember with life's adversities?

I could send you many in my behalf and offer you a rod or staff
Yet, in your stubborn ways you still walk in a haze

Just remember I am always here for you til the end of days

Infestation of Communism Republic shall overcome
anti-liberty the worlds leader won't become
Woke Cancel Culture THE menacing distraction
Soros behind every anti-American faction

Rioters getting bail money raised by Politicians
Liberal's ability to deceive greater than Magicians
Truth is Americans have forever been played
governing for societies betterment a masquerade

History of centuries past fallaciously spun
victim tool indubitably a nefarious one
Open borders isn't compassion it's f*ck legals
where's passion for future victims of illegals

Themselves our corrupt establishment care about
today's Authoritarianism should remove all doubt
Present regimes leadership defines a**-backward
Biden's vilification of Liberty totally awkward

Desire for freedom has become one-sided
on actual REALITY we're greatly divided
'Gaslight' the sinister agenda of Fake News
follow WAR ROOM for authentic views

He and she and the smoke signals of love
Burning eyes yearning hearts
Smoke signals of love

They never got to be together
But whenever this begins and ends
He and she knew how it was
With burning eyes yearning hearts smoke signals of love

And after many years on different paths
There will be only fading memories
Neither one of them were ever asked
But there's no question there was something between he and she

One day as evening sunset brought a flaming sky
He looked up and wondered if the great spirit would ever reply
No description to give for any lost goodbye
Smoke signals of love and a flaming reflection in burning eyes

The man in the moon ain't got nothing on me
You know he's really high and shines so bright
And when I'm with you I'm the same way too
And would you dance with the man in the moon tonight

People will say is it moon glo or love glo
And all I know is let me hold you tight
As you dance with the man in the moon tonight

All this moon dust has stirred up my eyes
And I have a double view of paradise
Looking at you I know everything will be alright
So would you dance with the man in the moon tonight

I was never very sociable.
I never fit in those circles of friends
Where each one tries to show off more than the other,
I never liked being the center of attention.
I like simple things, simple people,
Eternal loves and lifelong friends.

We didn't drift through the years
I remember the cute moments
like when you burst through the bathroom door
and threw the toaster into my bath
but it pulled from the plug on entry
and I blew smoke rings at the roof
and told you
"Baby I love it when you get frisky"
or when you pulled that gun
and fired six shots into the wall
and I told you
"Baby you're missing me on purpose,
but your arse looks so good in those jeans"
and later we'd melt into an embrace
now your all shacked up with
an accountant down on the river
and I'm left wondering
where the passion went