Random Free Verse Poems (29,541)

How much evil can a building bear
Faces locked behind its walls
Silent screams lost consumed by its halls
The crosses and statues of God so divine
Form a line so hypocritical
As they stood over these heinous crimes

How long, how much time
How many people must we watch die
How many tears of anger and fear’s
How many tears Must fall
Before the government listens to the people’s call.

Is our government hoping that our tears will wash the pain away?
Do they believe they will get away with the games they play?
These building stand tall Irelands death camps
The abuse, the suffering,
The ones that could no longer live and were sentenced to die
The memories of these people that government now tramp

We listen how they talk about change
How they will investigate the mass unmarked graves
Men, Women, Children all lay unnamed
I am sure some of these people prayed with their last breath
This was vein as they could only find death

These building now stand
With for sale signs up
It just goes to show how our country is corrupt
Now our government promised to give such a building back
To talk to the survivors
Build a museum a place to display the horrific facts

Now the for-sale sign is flying high
The people are asking themselves why
Let down by a system that allowed these crimes
Now let down again

When will it stop the pain and despair
I believe it will never stop unless the government play
Give back the properties, pay your respects
Get down on one knee and beg for forgiveness
Acknowledge what happened and release the facts
Pursue the people that committed the crimes
Stop trying to hide what happened
And stop the lies.
Let’s try to remember it was our people that died.

Give it back to the people like you said you would.
Let us grieve and let us believe all of this cover up is in the past.

Breathe in sunsets of regrets.
Emotional avalanches with midnight frets.
Tearful dark greets another mournful dawn.
Gloomy days reigns, happiness forgone.
The colors of my rainbow were theft.
The god forsaken day you left.

Stop your hiding in the shadow
Come on out into earth’s bright light
Feel the warmth of her tender glow
And live however you feel right

Don’t allow any fear to confuse you
Keeping you quiet and standing still
With its power to close your mind
It can limit your voice, and your will

But, this life is our only opportunity
To make a difference where we are
And I for one don’t want to miss it
Even if it doesn’t make me a star

If your heart feels heavily burdened
By any message it needs to share
Then open all the flood gates possible
Releasing natural energy into the air

All God’s creation has a purpose
It feeds indiscriminately, ensuring life
So reach out just with your voice alone
What you say may help someone else survive

July 14, 2013

Why do I make this feeling of depression,
Taking over my mind like the Recession?
Evading my mind, my body and my soul.
Why am I not the one in control?

Just like the bankers on Wall Street,
I just did not see it coming to retreat,
Or be more prepared for its effect.
Now I am its battered subject.

How do I control this feeling of oppression?
What is the first step of ascension?
From this pit of black helplessness I feel?
That others may not believe it real.

I am not at peace with my own mind today.
I sing, talk, act normal and even pray.
But I still haven't been able to find,
The illusion I have always called Peace of Mind.

I am left with just one conclusion;
About my armory of convincing illusion
Like almost everything in my reality to date
My pain it is just not enough to alleviate.

Silence can express a lot of things;
repressed memories of apron strings.

Blood rushing like a raging river after a storm;
Mind reeling at times trying to grasp the norm.

Trapped on the 78th floor;
Still feeling what it was like
going through that smoky door.

“Why me God?”, I asked.
The Lord gives, the Lord takes away
As a survivor,
you will live to tell this day.

Moved to New Jersey after that event,
Stilling dying--just had to vent.

Lights shine toward the heavens
where the Twin Towers once stood.
Mixed with the sadness there is
anger, pride, and heros echoing good.

Best of all, there is a place
where the Taliban can not reach;
When I close my eyes...
there lies a peaceful sleep.

The war of the ages that rages through out time started in heaven by one with great pride, who was cast down to earth and brought with him sin and lies. A serpent some say was his greatest disguise that was used to bring death both spirit and flesh to our short lived lives. He is the Twister of truth, the father of lies but the bright morning star is how he looks in our eyes. With all of his holiness and beauty striped away what is left is only fury and hate, because he knows his fate. His time on this earth is soon to come to an end but billions of people he wants to drag down with him. Don’t give him the pleasure of taking Gods love from your eyes, stand firm in your faith till the end and you’ll win the great prize.

Lies are about deception, that's why they hurt. This kind of violation, what's the real worth? Misleading, one would say; no-harm meant says another. It's harmful either way, it's cruelty to others. Lies could destroy hope, it causes much distrust. Why should we cope, with this wicked crux? Liars go to hell; there you all belong. There you can tale-tell, with your forked tongue. Truth lights the path, it leads the way. Lies are the darts, mixed within the fray! adopt a truthful path, aim for the sky! Avoiding this wicked art, commonly known as lies!

tick tock goes the clock
time going by
still here and single
still here on my own
with only the ticking of the clock
reminding me that time is going by

Have no fear Klide
is here.
He has brought God
to you to set your
soul free from all
your iniquities.
He wants to open
up your heart and
let God in instead
of S. I. N.
For the Lord will
provide for you all
you have to do is
ask him to.
Thank you for all
that you share
with us because we
know you care.
Klide never wanted
to hide he wanted
God on his side.
He wants Christianity
never to have to hide.
He wants us to glorify
God's name all need to
do the same.
For God is always
there for you i hope
you know it is true.

I've just discovered letters from the past
Dating back to '56
Words of joy that wouldn't last
In a country that had nix
Try you did again an again
To make your life complete
Paupers all around you
In your life you felt defeat
You seemed happy at the start
An proud of who an where
But time has its own plan
To eliminate the care
You strived for your children
To give the best that you could
But the pleasures you once knew
Were simply overlooked
A man who loved his job
An is people even more
His government did acknowlege
His government did adore
Left sitting on a shelf
In the shadows of his beliefs
Four kids in tow
In a country of little relief
Years an years went by
An the letters that you wrote
Revealed an existance
That had your spirit broke
Time it was to come back
To a place that you knew
To heal what you could
In the clouds of your blue
I learnt alot from those words
Of a woman who did care
Of everything around you
An your world of despair
Of how you thought about your kids
An cherished what you knew
Their future in your heart
An the best you could do.....