Random Free Verse Poems (29,541)

The ancient gods dwelling on Mt. Olympus heights
Being gods were subjected to wrongs and rights
Tempted by the rather tantalizing sights
They disguised themselves as men in their plight
Then came and enjoyed the women's delights
Angels too leaving their own estate
Succumbed to temptations that were great
Came they and sampled what was forbidden their taste
For how the women came equipped they too could appriciate
And the angels indulged and with women did procreate
Throughout history many a man that stood so tall
Women have been their downfall
And now the women complain, lament and insist
That us mere mortal men should desist
Wanting what the gods and angels could not resist

I know this place
It familiar to me
Never been here
But familiar

This strange feeling that I know this place well
Have I been here before
The place is like I remember it well
Can't get this feeling out of my head

I sleep it on my mind as I wake
Their in the back of my mind
I feel I been here before can't get this out of my mind
I ask family and friends have we been here before

They all say no we not been here before
Was this from a past life that I had
I can't get this out of my head

I feel as if,
Your keeping track, making a list.
Your nagging & bragging makes me wanna f#ck!ng cut my wrists!
I feel as if,
No such thing exists, as an accidental lie.
Now I'm f#ck!ng pist I'm a bad, bad guy!
Fry in the guilt, of the lie which you spilt all on purpose!
I feel as if my life has become a predictable circus!
But its time I cut the stings, its time I cut myself down!
For the other times it was YOU cutting me down!
I know the pain it brings, I know you see me as your clown,
For all the times I watched you wear your smile at me broken down!
For all the times you hung me up for such stupid things,
Its time I get out of the hold you have over my strings!
A PUPPET HAS NO MIND! A PUPPET DOES WHAT ITS TOLD!
A PUPPET SIMPLY DANCES WHEN THE STRINGS ARE PULLED!
GIVE IN & GIVE OUT THIS TIME IS NOT ONE TO FOLD!
SHE'S A BEAUTIFUL DOLL OUT ON THE MARKET TO BE SOLD!
So I behold my soul for this music!
Its hard to write in the dark so the light from the fire is how I use it!
I WAS your little puppet, everyone knew you abused it!
Your life, my life, you had absolute control,
I've done & paid my toll, no more your puppet or troll,
My goals are my goals & my life is my own,
My shoulder ceased the roll, absent for your tears to roll,
Now I'll bring the fire to those in my life who have been so cold!
For all the times they hung me up for such stupid things,
Its time I get out of the hold they have on my strings!!!
A PUPPET HAS NO MIND! A PUPPET DOES WHAT ITS TOLD!
A PUPPET SIMPLY DANCES WHEN THE STRINGS ARE PULLED!
Your porcelain face! That's made with one expression!
So blank! So plain! Only there for your obsession!
A tool! A toy! I'm nothing but your possession!
It's all of your abuse that is boiling fuel for my aggression!
You can put make-up on your face, not your personality!
Lookin' in all the wrong places for some individuality!
You can get botox for your wrinkles & lasic for your eyes,
but you'll never have anything to disguise your lies!
You can stuff your bra & you can wear exotic cloths,
Know that don't mean much when everything you stand for blows!
Take on a new personality, everyday!
Dumb sh!t to me, yo that's just a fake!
Dye your hair once a month, inconsistent self-esteem!
Just 'cause you want that badly to fit into the scene?
This time I cut the strings! (darling)
This time I cut my self down! (thank you)
For all the other times it was YOU cutting me down!
I know the pain it breeds to see a clown who succeeds while your down!
This is for all those times you hung me up for such stupid f#ck!ng things!
This is the time where I cut YOU from your hold over my strings!!!
Now that a puppet has a mind, its now a puppets turn!!!
A puppet simply dances when the tables are turned!!!
A puppet now does what it wants!
A puppet think not fold! Cigar smoker...
Unlike old Pinocchio's nose in a game of poker!!!
I'm the underground full house wild card Joker.

Twist the cap sealed airlock
Tilt the neck to six o clock
Gulp it down in counts of five
Attempting just to feel alive

Downward flows of burning rage
Escaping through the rib's old cage
Whispers to the beating heart
to shorten every beat apart

It fuels the fury up each vein
and twists the story inside the brain
to make belief it's all okay
and all your dreams are here to stay

Never mind the truth in tale
They never seem to just prevail
and all the noise that you were fed
was bottled up inside your head

Emptied up and left alone
Nothing left but what was sown
Pounding through the temple side
The truth that said it never lied...

Valiant Sir Fellsman,
His pen is mightier than any sword.
His deeds reach across many seas and mountains,
Where Warlords and Dragons are counted,
On his tally of tasks and quests accomplished.
His code of honour protects many a virgins,
From bandits of scammers in Westwood,
He is more deadly than Clint Eastwood.
On days of thunder he plays bolt cannon,
And when Cupid calls,
He rent his bow and arrows,
Nothing escapes his eagle vision,
Nothing is lost in making his decision!
In battle beware his libido strength,
Taken full by maiden's bosom!
The wrath of Khan are lost on his brow,
His temper flare with tempest fiend!
His bow is only reserve for high wisdom,
His weakness is on the arm of a woman,
So has Samson ,so has Sir William,
Fallen and never risen...
The tale of Sir Fellsman told,
In poems at poetry Corner !
THE END

a whisper goes from door to door
the gypsies are in town
mothers usher their children in the safety of the house

the laundry is taken of the line in a hurry
in the house quick quick
doors get locked now
they are never locked

a little girl peeks out the window
she knows what has been said
the gypsies take the little children

the little girl with blond curly hair
she loves the gypsy girls
their long black hair
the shiny golden earrings
she wishes they take her

the gypsies park their big cars and campers by the stream
they have fun making music and dance
the little girl knows because
her brother took her there

at night in her bed she prays
please god let me be a gypsy girl too
so I can play and dance and sing
but god don't want her to

the gypsies leave town
things are back to normal again
the little girl looks out the window
and silent says good bye

maybe next year you will take me
and her mothers thread:
"if you are bad I will sell you to the gypsies"
still clear in her head

I will be bad then my mom will sell me
I can dance and sing and play all I want
and I won't be punished ever again
for I will be

a gypsy!

My Love

I love you more than words can tell
for you I'd brave the gates of hell
I'd lay my life upon the line
because your love is so devine.

I'll walk a thousand miles my love
for you were sent from up above
To be there always by your side
to love and honor you with pride.

To build for you a happy home
where love and caring always roam
To have you in my arms each night
to keep you safe till mornings light.

To hold the one I love so much
my love who has an Angels touch
The one who sets my soul on fire
and touches me with sweet desire.

To kiss your lips as sweet as wine
and in your arms myself entwine
To make your every wish come true
is all that I will ask of you.

I want you to be without strife
share with you the joys of life
To give you love in every way
until my final dying day.

Author: Orvin Igou II

The spin of an atom, or deeper still,
The quarks of desire, a spiritual thrill.
Animus and anima, the magic of life,
Here and now are sown the seeds of strife.
Belief and believer, congenital twins,
Where one ends, the other begins.
What magic Heisenberg formula of fate,
Makes this program impossible to relate?
No chicken, no egg, no loss, no gain,
The life of the living is to feel pain.
But wait, there's more, there's always a tail
To a tale, that has no beginning, no ending, alas,
As do all things, this too shall pass.
Even as crude as the mention of fuel,
At our own peril we ignore the golden rule.
As done, shall be done, and thoughts,
Secret and private, shall fade with time
This, life, no poem, no reason, no rhyme.

Kermit the Frog had a hit back in November of 1979
A song called Rainbow Connection
I got my record of it this week
I first discovered the song when I found out my dad would soon be dying
I found out last month that a child adopted after parents loss of a child
Is called a rainbow adoption
I also have Gwen Stefani's version of it
As well as another version from a recent Muppet Movie
I found a video of it with Debbie Harry from Blondie singing it with Kermit
I see maybe one or two rainbows a year, some are double rainbows
Starting at the bottom the rainbow the colors are
Purple, blue, green, yellow, orange, and red
The last line in the song is
Some day we'll find it
The rainbow connection
The lovers, the dreamers, and me

I go wild but tamed
Often imagining,motionless.
Romantically shy.
Lustful desire, Not sinful.
Curiousness, manageable and tolerable.
Loving, absolute.
Alone, not lonely.
Wanting more, for normal and usual.
Giving, no reservations nor pretensions.
Waiting....