Random Free Verse Poems (29,540)

I'm sorry I hurt you- I know it's my fault
I only learned from the past how to hurt and assault

Stay with me though-I know I can love
The people that hurt me-Are all up above

I'm frightened but strong
I now know they were wrong.
A child- i was damaged, scared and confused
an adult, i know i was used and abused.

give me a chance to forget it all
give me a chance to rise from the fall

1. Norway
2. Iceland
3. Canada
4. Germany
5. Australia
6. Italy
7. New Zealand
8. Finland
9. Sweden
10. Qatar

where we can go and be where we can be loved and wanted and not dispised for being alive ,a place where we can belong and live with others like us who want a better world of warmth and compasion ,where we of this world can be the best we can for the better of all of us and for the one

The crowd around him press in they did
From near and far they came
To hear this man of whom was said
To have miracle healing hands

A leader, a ruler from synagogue came
On his knees before him fell
My daughter, he begged, near death does she lay
A miracle is what's needed
Please come your hands upon her lay
To save her from death's cruel bony grip

The teacher softly he smiled at him
And slowly rose to his feet
His garments close around him he drew
Come let us go, said he

Around the house so many there
To await the child's outcome
Too late, too late, you are too late
Throughout the crowd the word did spread

But he listened not to them
And slowly raised his hands
Fear not, said he, she is not dead
She merely takes a rest

In the blink of an eye the crowd it changed
And now it angrily roared
Who is he? away with him
Who does he think he is

But he cared not what they thought
Into the house he strode
And there upon a narrow bed
So quietly did she lay

He placed her hand into both of his
And held them tenderly
Arise, arise, little girl arise
These words he spoke to her

The girl off the bed she jumped
And danced around the room
The parents in amazement stood
To see this wondrous sight

Say none of this, he did entreat
As he prepared to leave
With garments tight around him wrapped
Into the crowd he strode

Sometimes I speak before my brain is in gear
Sometimes I speak out of turn in wanting to impress
Sometimes I speak eagerly and without due thought
Sometimes I speak without feelings for others
Sometimes I think I am tolerant when I am not
Sometimes I am just dumb and thoughtless
I must learn to think before I act
Sometimes I must learn to speak slowly
Sometimes I am a jerk
Sometimes I think I have a quick wit when I am witless
My mouth moves and I should connect it to my brain
Sometimes I am hurtful and I don’t want to be,
Shouldn’t be, because that is not who I am.
Sometimes I am sorry and it is too late to say so
Because the deed is done and you can not erase what has happened.
Sometimes I must learn to think before I talk
Sometimes I must learn to think before I hit “Enter”
I should considering others feelings before I speak
Always consider.......

The grey curtain rising down…
You had a choice…
Be on stage, o background corner
Would you use your opportunity to last?
Have you ever thought such moment would come?

Making memory
Nothing to go back for, nothing to feel pain for
All you had was happiness and sorrow
Was your best
Have you ever thought if there might be something else, something further, anything to forget?

You are smiling, not with your face
You might cry, not for your past
You are thinking, what else to last for, or not for at all…
Tided to a tree with roots that dance a gipsy song
You fly above the roof of the Theater, and seek for someone’s nest.

Dying, in an imaginational discovery
You are deciding to follow, or to became the only tower, for your days
You are sighting, such a real, supposed memory of the future:
Further, curly, burning, stunning…
All of it in your feet, all of it to believe, in those…
You don’t know yet.

The Big Theater shuts down all lights of color
And after those the black and whites shuts down alone
The Big Theater still there, untouchable, as a purple stone
The Theater that so long, so long you was trying to cross edge to edge
Is whispering, in unknown language, a never heard song
Because of your choice, the one you had, and the choice, you keep, unforgotten, in your voice.

The swan knows not of
her eloquent neck nor
the horse its graceful
stride
The lion sees no glory
in his stately gaze nor
feels a tinge of pride
The sun knows nothing
of its radient beauty
and the moon sees no
admiring skys
Only the knowledge that
burns within my soul
sees beauty that has
no eyes~

in the shop with hardware and bits of wood
can make almost any man feel useful, good

a screwdriver, a drill, some papered sand
away from day-to-day, simply out of demand

just tinkering around with piddling things
the easy satisfaction messin' 'round brings

no major renovation, or building earthworks
just little improvements, near anonymous perks

unsqueaking a hinge, maybe unstick a drawer
fittingly better is what tinkering's for

whether it's the thing of attention being repaired
or the man doing the labor, it's hard to declare

so too, it can be with words on page or a screen
to ensure understanding, say exactly what you mean

a glued letter, word oiled, or nailing a phrase
brings the writer satisfaction of all he surveys

so I continue to tinker a little bit more
on a few couplet lines, with no guarantor

that I'll illicit from you, oh diligent reader
understanding or joy, from this rambling meter

but that is a small sideline to most our tinkers
it's time tinkering matters to meandering thinkers

© agoodguy2have 2011-05-23

I feel lost without you
Like a ship on storm tossed sea
Lost...like I have lost a piece of me
I can't seem to go thru a day
Without hearing your voice
Without you
I just feel so lost
A part of me believes it's time to say goodbye to you
But i'm afraid
To take that chance and lose me along with you
I want to say "let's be friends"
But I don't know if we can
I'm afraid
Please take my hand
Let me know you understand
How I feel
I feel lost

I know I must be strong
Life goes on
It always does
But right now I feel weak

I know I must go on
For how long
I know I can get through it as I have before
But this time it seems to hurt
just a little bit more
I'm trying to put you out of my mind
But it seems
Oh so hard to do at this time
Miss you
I will
this I know for sure
As each day passes
I will miss you more and more

It was years ago
she and I sought the river
thinking I was her lover
she already had a lover
the camp fire was lit
the crickets were singing
we were baptized in the river
her sleeping breasts awakened
opening to the moonlit sky
two pieces of fine porcelain
river garden lit foliage
much like the Spanish moss hanging from the trees
as down from the river banks
a horizon of dogs were barking

We picked blueberries
strolled up the river stream
I kissed her wet dark hair
made a hollow wish in the sand
she removed her dress
and I my wet pants and shirt
her skin mother of pearl
her thighs swam away from me
like shoals of startled fish
I was half cold
I was half on fire
we ran into the still night
down the long dirt roads
mounted on starlit mares

The southern gentleman I am
will not repeat whispers made
this night being a discreet affair
sealed with sand and kisses
we made promises to be kept this night
among the fragrant wild flowers
that battled the summer air

Perhaps we behaved like gypsies
I gave her a basket of fruit
covered with silk purple linen
she did not ask where the river came from
or where it was going
only that it had no past or future
I did not fall in love
she already had a lover
she told me differently
before we sought refuge at the river...