Random Free Verse Poems (29,540)

Hot sexy beautiful awakening
Rising out from the ashes
Alone breathing silently in thoughts
an amazing dream begins to shine

I felt the sun with her gentle fingers
softly touching with her light
Stepping outside yawning, birds of all kinds
whistling in choir
Looking across the mountains
felt warm weaving love
Gently brushing softly
within a warm sweet gentle, kissing breeze

Looking down through the valley
sweeping out towards, the great Atlantic sea
So many beautiful colors in blossom
Looking towards the sky, white mother of pearl clouds
dancing softly across vision
Her color a Heavenly baby blue

At that moment in time, searching
inside wonderful thoughts
They were sweetly kissing you
far away in a distant paradise
Always and forever golden
treading these sands
To walk hand in hand with you
sweet angel of love
Warm are the footprints that treads
Softly landing on the deepest sands

Entering the heart
through the eyes of a soul
Captured in this vision
from inside out
A picture beautiful dream
sweetly smiles on you love

He stared at me with ashen face,
A miserable handshake too,
Before his mouth could spew the words,
"Results not good" .....I knew.
Prognosis on a mere sheet of paper,
My body returning to mud,
Written in red I'm reading in tears,
His handwriting...my warm blood.
In haste my fate did travel,
Fast on the wings of bad news,
Warped and distorted my story broke free,
As the truth landed battered and bruised.
One fatal mistake they all did make,
In predicting my impending doom,
That power belongs to God in his Heavens,
So I haven't yet ordered my tomb.

When you meet that ONE
who thinks like you
there's really not much
you can say or do.

Just hold on tight
and brace for the ride.
Try to still those butterflies
spinning around inside.

Five hours on line;
two more on the phone.
And suddenly you feel
like you're not alone.

THE KISS

Gazeing into your eyes,
Hearts beating like butterflies.
With such skiil,
Carressing your skin, soft as silk.

Slowly drawing closer,
Not worrying about being proper.
A tingling slides across the skin,
As we start to lean in.

Upon the slightest touch,
A volcano erupts.
A fire blazing hot and true,
As my lips wisp across you.

Feeling the passion and desire,
Floating so much higher.
Reaching absolute bliss,
As we enjoy a single kiss.

Deep within the starlight glade,
A child of light sits on emerald green.
Under a great tree her majesty sits In shade,
Her name Is Martina a glory to be seen.
Eyes are closed In peaceful bliss,
Loves' dreams within her mind do wander.
What loving thoughts her mind do kiss,
Not one thought shall her mind squander.
There sits Martina beauty divine,
Awaiting the stars to come out at night.
In starlight glade lost In time,
Where beauty shall meet beauty what a sight.
Then In glory the stars came out to play,
Martina does open her pools of Love.
Stars painted on dark velvet so far away,
Forever belonging In Heaven above.
You stand and start to walk the emerald green,
Stardust does fall onto glories hair.
Starlight falls upon your glory supreme,
You are the child of light an Angel fair.
Let me drown In pools of blue,
Smile become my living sun.
You open up a heart so true,
It opens In Love for everyone.
Now In starlight glade you are no more alone,
In darkened glory before you I stand.
Tonight your heart shall be my home,
Come my Irish Rose do take my hand.
Now I hold Heavens' glory close to me,
I lose myself within your pools of Love.
The beauty and wonder of Love I see,
It Is time for our hearts to rise above.
Your lips In glory they now meet mine,
In starlight glade our Love shall shine.
We do drink from Loves' cup divine,
You are Loves' eternal valentine.
Dream your dreams as you always do,
May your every dream come true.
Daughter of life may you always view,
This world of ours as you wish to do.
Martina always walk this world with pride,
Your beauty through the years It grows.
Never set your Love to hide,
Martina you are the beauteous Irish Rose.

He thought she might be his manager
She had a business mind
But what if she turned him down
His dreams would be left behind

It was sad for him to think
He may have already missed the boat
And what about the many love letters he wrote
Were they all just a waste of time
To the manager he really needs a line

He was feeling way down and low as could be
He was all alone and lonesome as the empty sea
Long ago he remembers when she pretended to be kind
oops! who will be the manager he really needs a line

What lies beneath
The flooding drains
A spiders web
Spawned of rustic chains
If you ask me how I am
I'll reply that I'm ok
Hiding behind this mask
As I resume to face this day
Then theres the sights
A synonym of what I cannot find in you
But I have found
Sometimes hunger is the only kind of food
Have I lost my Faith?
Its something that I could never see
Then theres your eyes
Still falling away from me
But if I was a better man
Would your rivers run deep into outer space
While all along your insisting
That we are both two worlds away
Behold this longer list of denials
And uncertain hope
Reflecting fears of affection
And you still keep your eyes closed
Then by my own admissions
My heart has grown from cold to colder
And by my own submissions
Losing your love has bled me sober

How do I describe the relationship between you and me?
Narrations depicting love have no close simile.
There are many tales on union’s ecstasy and separation’s
torment,
But this state of mine is not inscribed in any document.
This love of mine which encompasses separation and reunion,
This lingering pain, which I have carried for years.
This secret love which I have kept concealed from all –
“Ages have gone by since I held you in my arms”.

That night there was the royal wedding and feasting like the kingdom had never seen before. There was musicians and jugglers, singers and bards, and even jesters scampering around. When the King gave the Queen a long passionate kiss there was a stampede for the outhouses., where even some of the most battle hardened soldiers emptied their stomachs. Many of the Ladies of the court wandered back in looking rather pale and ill. None of this was noticed by the King. His eyes were only for the queen.

Now you can imagine that that night the Queen was so drunk that she forget she had a headache. As a matter of fact she was that drunk she did not even realise what was happening. So to her surprise, nine months later a child was born.

Thankfully for the midwives attending the infant took after his father, the King. Had it taken after the Queen they would have happily drowned it. The wet nurse was ready to hang herself rather than look after a thing that resembled the Queen. Fortunately none of this happened.

Time moved on and before you knew it one year had passed since that time down in the cellars. Of course the Queen had totally forgotten about the promise she had made. Her life for the last year consisted eating and sleeping. She had grown so big that there was no room in bed for the King so a second bed was placed near hers.

Many a wife thought that this was a great idea to get a troublesome husband out of their beds. Once out of the marital bed there was suddenly a lack of marital duties performed. This was a period of time the called the dark twin bed ages. Some husbands banded together and invented what they called the ‘King size bed’. This bed was much wider and many husbands reclaimed their marital rights. But this is another story altogether.

Right on time the wizened little man presented himself for his promised reward. All year long he had been waiting for this, to claim what was his due. It had taken weeks for his fingers to heal after that night. Even now there was some scarring still evident.

“I am here for my promised reward,” said the man. “You may present me to the guests as Rumpelstiltskin.” A smile lit up his wrinkled face at the thought of the festivities to come.

As mentioned earlier, she had completely forgotten about her promise. Now suddenly the thought terrified her. What if he was to let on to the King the truth about those nights. Surely the King would be so angry at being deceived that he would torture and kill her. Or even worse, deny her food until she faded away into nothingness.

As all these terrible thoughts ran rampant in her head, suddenly a plan was formulated. Not only was she fat, ugly and lazy but also without the slightest twinge of conscience, and as devious as a sewer rat.

Old Jims eyes take on a watery glaze
As he continues to relive those far off days
On that long weekend
Up from the sticks
All tooled up for fun and frolics.
He downs another glass
As he slowly turns that old photograph
To reveal,..a cute girl in boots and a mini
Clinging to a longhaired guy,
All bashful and skinny
With a bunch of white carnations in hand
That she bought for him..
From a city centre flower stand
Just for a bit of fun,
Just for devilment,
Just to revel in his embarrassment.
Old Jim lights a smoke and smiles
Rolling back the miles
As he recalls that dreaded bouquet
And how she made him carry it around all day
As proof of his love...she said
As if proof were needed..
Old Jim shakes his head and lets out a sigh
Had he the chance now,
He would carry it to Egypt.
As Jim pours again,he begins to hum..
That old Mary Hopkin song
Those were the days my friend..
We thought theyd never end...
As he recalls Sue scouring the
Record stores for that song,..she so adored.
And oh, how she shimmied and posed
Like a true centrefold
Still managing to look so pretty
In the rain and the cold
As their photograph was taken
By the man on the bridge
While endeavouring to dodge the rush hour carnage
Afterwards,...Sue skipped along..
Happily chewing her juicyfruit gum,
Stopping once, to give coins to a begger
Yes, life was grand, it couldn't get much better
They had the freedom of the city
There was so much to see,
And like two kids in a sweet shop,
They rubbed their hands with glee....