Random Free Verse Poems (29,541)

I'm only a puppy, but learn I must,
to communicate with this man I'm to trust.

I'm always in trouble, but not by choice,
how much I would say if I had a voice.

Being a puppy is chasing a cat,
or chewing a piece out of someone's new hat.

Rolling on gardens, chasing the bees,
or pushing the children down to their knees.

A bigger challenge I've never found,
than to bring all that washing down to the ground.

I can't understand why man hesitates,
when his little one begs for a pup.

For although we are bad, we're adorable,
and like children, need time to grow up.

With patience and love we soon understand,
to yield and respond to a kind but firm hand.

In return we offer, that which no man can give,
our faith and protection for as long as we live.

Been a while since I've been here
and missed all these readings
now some I see are really nice
and some just plain pornographic
saddens me that a woman would write
such utter filth and degradation
but then I realise that poets know
some are born plain nasty
I think that most on here
are kind and decent people
to the ones that write this crap
I just won't be reading it

The night has already began to fade, dawn is approaching the memories are made. I lie here exhausted i feel the time is near, i know with minutes gone by that time is now here. My heart is breaking i know its too late, a feeling of numbness n pain has now become my fate. I am asking for forgiveness a time of reconcile, but you as the cost i will go mile after mile. You completed the emptiness felt deep inside, the day that you left that part of me died. The paths that ive chosen have not always been right, but i remember the time when you said im worth the fight. I know that your angry and hurt by my lies, you suffer the torment from what i thought would be my rise. I prayed for a change that has finally arrived, its from the pain n agony in which i have thrived. I know that your gone theres no words left to say, i will sit here and wait i feel i am only an angel away.

Well my lucky number is Three ~~~
I think I will play only
3 3 3
Once I gain control of my
3 3 3
I will have a triple bunch of
3 3 3
Then it will be three of us
playing with the lucky number
Of just a simple three
3 3 3
Well my lucky number is Three ~~~

If you look at this number as an odd
number ~~~
Well the odd thing is that
3 3 3, and another 3 3 3, plus another 3 3 3
put together you get
333,333,333 what's the odds I lose in a big lottery
only if I chance it and not play ~~~
What do you think, is three my lucky number?
Should I play the lottery with my lucky number
being a ODD number ~~~

"They say the nightingale pierces his bosom
with a thorn when he sings his love song.
So do we all. How else should we sing?"~Gibran

A metaphysical door
exists
inside us
that separates desire
from reality.

Creativity
and intelligence
are the keys
to open that door.

Creativity
and intelligence
allows
free access
to those desires.

… to understand the forbidden,
you must first understand the creative urge
inside the artist /

You, sweet poet, are an artist /

perfect

precious

mysterious

~

Existence,
to the artist,
is a highway

Existence,
to the artist,
is a room
where desires are worn
like clothing

Be
what is beautiful
inside you … it is there
to wear …

like clothing

It is there
to experience,
and to share

It is there
for the poems …
and for the jazz …

and for the blues clubs

after all the tourists have gone away

Again
last night
you were beside me
in dream.
(we wrote poems and joined our blood)

Again
we were face to face

And again …
you were handsome.

~

I need to close.

Someone
just
walked into
the coffee shop
at the edge of the universe

someone
I need to talk to …

I will write more soon.

Sas

Forlorn and downtrodden even cold and solemn
Such is my fate this cold February evening..,no
morning... for it is 1am and my mind is numb .
Thoughts are dull and senses seem to be of
another man far removed. Am I just going thru
the motions. Others have slowly erased
all my emotions. What happened to that young
and fearless man with great dreams and promise.
Time and responsibilities and parasites sucking
at my flesh 'til nothing left but scar tissue, broken
dreams and shattered aspirations. It's so difficult
to save the world when one can not even save
themselves. If poet be the creation of regret, then
poet you are born of noble blood. Thoughts of
crawling up to the edge of a void my sullen lofty goal.
What became of those idealistic dreams and do
I have time and or energy to even foray into
the cruel world to quest after them again. Time
my friend...in but an instant as decades are gone
as if in decay and can not however willfully
coerced ..,can not be regained. Led down a wrong
path, led in a wrong direction, led down a one-way
street now hoping to find the end and reroute myself.
Finding there is no end as it becomes a one-way
circle and I notice past habits and scenes repeat.
Oh how could I have lost my way for so long
and can I find the fast lane back. The age old question
asked, but still without logic answer. Why God, why me?
Was I not a good person...or is this indeed the rhetorical
answer. It's difficult for good people of integrety to
survive in this world of deception,manipulation and greed.
Oh God I only pray I can find the road back and soon.

what would you do?
if I did something like this to you
in all honesty
would you still be as friendly?

we always judge others
but never look at ourselves
nobody bothers
put all our mistakes on the shelves

when will we take the time
to take action for our words
nevers yours, always mine
feel like we should fly away and be free like the birds

we always think that things are better elsewhere
but its not true, it's all the same no matter where
we are just too blind, not wanting to see or hear
all we do is hide behind our fear

Its a shame to see what we've become
there is no more unity...we are no longer one
maybe it'll be better tomorrow
when we get rid of all this sorrow

when will we take the time
to take action for our words
nevers yours, always mine
feel like we should fly away and be free like the birds

how would you feel, if I did this to you
tell me honestly, I bet you'd find it hard to get through
the days without wondering
and asking questions about everything

I bet you'd feel broken and unloved
I bet you'd feel that you were used and the defeat
of the one who you thought loved
but played around on you
and not being very discreet
I bet all the hapiness would leave you too

when will we take the time
to take action for our words
nevers yours, always mine
feel like we should fly away and be free like the birds

I hear the distant echo
of a song I knew before,
it hovers o'er the river
I swam in days of yore,
when enclosed me only sunshine
and all the world was mine,
'fore penury got its grip on me
in the dark'ning veil of time

I hear the distant echo
of a song I knew before,
it plays in attic treasure chests
my mind loved to explore,
when diamond chips and pirate ships
abounded on the main,
'fore my childhood dreams cried mutiny
now no mystery remains

I hear the distant echo
of a song I knew before,
it swings on oak tree pendulums
I tied before the war
'tween a young boy's dreams of flying
and an old man's hopes of dying,
and with time's speed multiplying
'til the clock tic tocs no more

I hear the distant echo
of a song I knew before,
so I'll ramble on
and sing my song
and regard not nevermore

What is love...?

Love is the principle of 'give-and-take'...

How to find it...?

Try 'Free Will'...

What is love...?

Love is the principle of 'mutual nurturing'...

When to find it...?

It's always around...

What is love...?

Love is the principle of 'getting to know'...

How to get there...?

Try 'communication'...

(WJB)

Fame at Last
She was a Model; she was tall and elegant as she walked down the catwalk.
At the end she stopped, she looked at the crowed and then began to talk.
She had become an Actress; she was not supposed to talk but only to walk.
She stopped her talking and started walking; she produced a camera from nowhere.
She began to take photos; she had become a Photographer now the crowd began to stare.
She would redesign on her PC these photos, as a Designer for the world to share.
She looked to her future what would she be in the search for fame.
At last her name would be known world wide just as she hoped it would be.
The MODEL--- THE ACTRESS --- The PHOTOGRAPHER –The DESIGNER

The DREAMER who dreamed of fame.

Remember her name Dreamer it will be famous one day.
By Ray