Random Free Verse Poems (29,540)

I was thinking the other day,
just how much i've changed in
most every way.

I used to be insecure, now i am
confident. I used to feel sorry
for myself, now I am happy with
myself.

I used to be afraid to be alone,
now i enjoy it. I used to let
others actions cause me major
stress. now i wont do that anymore.

I used to be a people pleaser, and
doormat, and let everyone walk all
over me and take advantage of me.

The things I know now about myself
are, that i am a loving, caring,
faithful,confident, good lady.

Now I enjoy being just who I am
and am proud of who I have become.

And its only taken me 70 years to
get here! better late than never.

Slowly I begin to realize what I already knew,
You and I could never be true.
You're the only one I long for,
the one that I adore.
But this cannot continue,
it only satisfies you.

Chorus:
This is goodbye,
I wont listen to another lie.
This was all just a dream,
You're now a distant memory.

You loved me once upon a time,
Although our love appeared to be a crime.
I loved you after you walked out,
You know that without a doubt.

Chorus:
This is goodbye,
I won't listen to another lie.
This was all just a dream,
You're now a distant memory.

You'll come back to me,
but we will never be.
For this is our final goodbye,
I'll no longer feel as though I could die.

Chorus:
This is goodbye,
I won't listen to another lie.
This was all just a dream,
You're now a distant memory.

This is goodbye,
I won't listen to another lie.

No, No baby this is goodbye,
No, I wont listen to another lie.

this city has a spire in the middle,
the needle of irelands despair,
cost us money and lots of our riches,
this is our city so fair,
a government in ruling our ruination,
as the clock in the liffey stood still,
time it is running out,
a country so wild ,
yet so beautiful,
yet this is all we have got,
rocked by mass unemployment,
emegration heavy on everyones heart.
a government yes they destroyed us,
as they made us pay for what they ill got,
bailing out these so called scrouges,
fair is the state of our nation ,
poor in everyones heart,
this is the state of our nation.
rich and peasants miles apart,
gambling our childrens futures,
as job creation,
plays a nessary part,
now this is the state of our country,
ireland a nation in despair

SHORT FOR VENEREAL DISEASE; ADMINISTERED BY SOME BEAUTIFUL LADIES WHO AIM TO PLEASE!I CAN SPEAK FOR ALL G.I."S WHO HAVE A FUN NIGHT AND WAKE UP WITH THE V.D. SURPRISE! WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO DO IN THE SERVICE;; AFTER YOUR JOB IS DONE; YOU ARE FREE TO ROAM AND RUN!WHEN YOU ARE WITHOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX FOR MORE THAN TWO DAYS; YOU WILL ENTER A REALM OF PURPLE HAZE! SO TAKE IT FROM ME, AN EX G.I.; TAKE A CONDOM WITH YOU OR GET READY FOR THAT; DEEP HEAVY BURNING FRY!

Beacon of Stars

There is always Light in Life
Let not the darkness envelop you
If darkness should fall
Look to the night sky

See the bright Light of the Cosmos
Reach out your hands grasping the Stars
While in your Grasp wish upon it
Pull it into your Heart

Let its Light and Warmth show you the way
Choose the brightness of Wisdom
Hold close to you all that which you hold Dear
Warm yourself upon the Shining Beacon of Hope

For the weight
of overworking
has laid heavy
on me where i
could not get up
for not even a
moment you see.
I am a night
owl now trying
to do days is
just not my way.
Some how it has
to be as i have
needed a job for
forever that is
R E A L I T Y.

I'll love you..
Til the rivers
run dry..
Til the sun burns
away his last ray
of light..
Til the last dew drop
on the rose has fallen
to the dust
I'll love you til the last
cloud gives up it's
thunder
Til every mountain flees
before your heart
Til the ocean melts before
your smile
Til the time of love can
speak no more**

Bring me the sun
I'll give you my moon
Though it's not us
For being together so free
Still the love we had
Pretending to share
Grab my hands and be here
To dance and to stand
All night long

Stress, Hate, Rage, Loneliness......ripping, tearing,
Fighting its way into my soul like an uncontrollable wild fire....

Solace I seek, but the
Bone-deep weary tiredness keeps my
Feet from leaving the road.

I'm on a dusty broken path
Strewn with broken glass and
Thorns from the Red Blood Roses
You sent behind.

If I only had the emotions
The energy to expend...

I would hate you with all of my being
But as it is, I'll just keep walking
Towards the end.

Lonely


Being lonely
you'll learn to love yourself
truly

Being friends with yourself
is the best relationship
you'll ever had

If you want
to know more about yourself
BE A LONER

And you will understand
yourself fully