Last Edited Free Verse Poems (1,151)

Before our paths crossed ,
our lives unfolded on their individual own ,
as we gathered experiences
both sweet and bitter ...
Eventually we met,
all the wiser but quite wearier ...
The chinks in our armor
a little more worse for wear ,
but not our self-worth nor capacity to love,
of which we are more deeply aware ...

But for me
that is the beauty and strength
of having the right person ...
To travel Life's journey with,
through all the years and every season ...
Then both can together recover, strengthen,
thrive ... and not merely survive ...
To make it easier and perhaps faster to heal,
to strengthen each other's resolve & will ...

So that , in the end,
your time ... my time ...
if only given the chance
and allowed to merge into one ...
With mutual resolve, faith, and perseverance ,
finding strength in indomitable coherence ,
Yours and mine will then become
a more fulfilling happier "our" time
never ever to crumble... never ever to be undone ...

Dont care much for the story
which we all have heard before...
But ... ohhh the music videos
of the choice romantic scenes ,
leave me wanting for more ...

Just pulls at my heartstrings
till they almost break ...
For a romantic to the core like me,
such as a moth to a flame ,
myself giddy and warm they make ...

For even as it brings tears to my eyes almost ,
I can not steer my gaze away ,
( Well ... to a bearded Ryan Gosling how can I say "Nay" ?)
To soak it all in and gladfully obey,
nor turn off the songs being sung,
The heart just tingling, as if it were once more young ...

Like a bumblebee
I'm drawn to Love's sweetest fragrance ...
akin to nothing resembling
of manmade substance ...

Love's loss can inflict
the deepest pain and most lasting scars ...
But on the other hand,
its granted gift
feels deep inside as beholding the twinkling stars...
The warm glow of each treasured moment
filling your chest of unforgettable happy memoirs ...

Demolition of America perpetuated from within
to Evil participants are indubitably akin
American exceptionalism farcical Marxist shout
worlds freedom beacon they wanna snuff out

In Democrat run states chaos is promulgated
Mayor Wheeler should've been excommunicated
There's that dictatorial California Governor Newsome
his oppressive leadership is construed as gruesome

Whitmer and Wolf treated constituents egregiously cruel
societal suffering soared due to tyrannical rule
Cuomo and DeBlasio exacerbates Big Apples rot
morally conscious people they're certainly not

Crazy Nancy is ruthless as they come
provocateur of depraved democrat pond scum
Pelosi's equally vile lieutenant cryin' Chuck Shumer
to countries sovereignty both a malignant tumor

What's happening inside our Republic depicts unreal
negated if successful at "Stopping The Steal"
Anti-American sentiment has reached beyond insane
true Patriots shall once again take reign

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

The leaves on the trees
are starting to change and will soon fall ...
Can feel the chill in the air more and more ...
The hope of spring and warmth of summer
for me , gone forevermore ...

I held on to my heart's dreams ..
still wished to the very end
on Love's grace, it seems ....

But winter is slowly approaching ,
days when snow starts falling ...
And yet, here I am.... all alone ...
my heart grieving
for even Love's pains
have not turned it to stone ...

Like Arwen , a year from losing her love ...
but for me , only in my mind & heart ,
I walk in solitude
through the fallen leaves ... amongst the trees ...
feeling sorrow I can not fully speak of ...
Only comfort is the caress on my face
of a chilly autumn breeze ...
And like her , with cloak around me,
I lay on the forest floor ...
With closed eyes, in my imagination ...
I behold my longed for Love
as in a vision ...
Waiting ... at me smiling ...gently inviting ...
with hand in his, together, to enter Love's door ...
no more desolation ... only joyful anticipation ...

Once upon a time there lived a boy
Who was groomed to become a prince,
Get married and live happily ever since

That story took the wrong course
There is more to it than
A bunch of lies in a pool of pain
No purpose to dwell, regret or to blame
The fairy tale fell apart
Leaving a girl with a broken heart
The boy destined to become a prince
Turned into a frog
And chose to live in a swamp ever since

When an appetizer of fried frogs legs
Is served to you in a restaurant
Beware they may belong to a prince
Who lived his life with a broken heart

Maybe not this time ...
Perhaps in the next lifetime ..
When sought after happiness from affection
is placed within grasp
in my next reincarnation ...

Maybe next time,
to my favor, the stars will finally align ...
I hope to be open and aware
so I won't miss the clear signs ...

Maybe next time,
I won't anymore experience Goldilocks' quandary,
that feels like Tantalus' story of mockery ...
Too hot ... too cold... too soft ... too hard ,
like a game of chance with a handful of bad cards ...
Can smell and feel it,
almost within my grasp...
Only for it to, in the end,
sorrowfully unclasp ....

Maybe when I'm least aware ,
not so much anymore thinking or looking ...
For all we know,
when Life is simply allowed to flow
like a precious cask of good Merlot ...
that's probably when the rainbow finally starts appearing ...
that's perhaps when the dreary heart, once again,
begins glowing ...

So, there are a hundred billion stars in our Galaxy, and there are about 200 billion galaxy's, and we dont know how many Universes exist, so in reality Earth is so small it may not even exist in reality but,,,, the Scientist say this,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,The universe refers to the totality of all that exists, the cosmos. The universe is flat and is composed of 4.6% atoms, 24% cold dark matter, and 71.4% dark energy. A galaxy is a large collection of stars, gas, and dust kept together by gravity. Galaxies come in all sorts of different shapes and sizes.
Wow, Real things are said to be mind-independent, so mind-independent existence makes things real. This is the primary tenet of Metaphysical Realism. Real things are also said to exist fundamentally, so something could be real in one sense (exist fundamentally) but not be real in another (exist mind-independently).
The further quantum physicists peer into the nature of reality, the more evidence they are finding that everything is energy at the most fundamental levels. Reality is merely an illusion, although a very persistent one.
What is the true reality?
True Reality is simply the existence that was created for Mankind and for everything else. The best we can do is to seek an understanding of this Reality so that we can comply with its dictates.

We can try our best.... like I really do ....
But it seems , many times,
the one we most badly want,
we simply don' t get to keep ...
And with a heavy sigh,
before the ache gets to feel too deep,
that hopeful heart is, once more, put to sleep ...

For each instance,
it eats at one's resolve ...
The steps a little slower,
the smiles with less sparkle , a bit fainter ...
The laughs grow fewer ,
the trace of sadness in one's eyes
become undeniably clearer ...

Yet there is precious life to live productively,
Remaining years that
can still be spent more meaningfully ...
These are all nevertheless doable,
though, perhaps,
with a spirit more subdued,
reflective and humble ...

Many things in life
are so fluid, unsure, and everchanging ...
But one thing undoubtedly is immutable ...
That the human heart is made for loving ,
thrives better when giving & sharing ,
however one may waste time in denying ...

Just as it is a person who , before,
has deeply hurt and mangled us ...
So it is most likely
that another individual's love,
belief in us, support & trust...
will carry us along farther & further
to truly move on
and let Healing's might move on faster ...

Just like that robust tree branch ,
one's salvation out of that
fatal quagmire ...
before we grow fatefully weary of struggling and tire ...
The extended hand for you to take ...
the loving arms that are yearning to embrace you,
to compel that dense looming darkness
to finally break ...

It is almost always more daunting
to survive heartwrenching upheavals alone ...
So much more difficult to medicate
when excruciating pains are one's own ...

Nobody including me
is pristinely without scar ...
But even so,
walking that path forward
will be more fulfilling and joyful to do ...
If we journey not as solitary one ,
but together ... hand in hand ... us two ...