Random Free Verse Poems (29,540)

In hours when happens
So heavy on a breast,
And heart pines,
And darkness only ahead;

Flat-out and without movement,
We are so depressed,
That even consolations
Friends to us we aren't funny

Deep waters hiding a mystery from long ago;
the remains of a mostly intact aircraft
upside down on the ocean floor with a green glow.

The craft identified as a WWII-era Curtiss Helldiver SB2C
and is now available for all to see...

Today.....On this very day ,There was a man sitting on a razor sharp ledge looking deflated and cold with piercing blood shot steely green eyes, Like the devil himself,In his unwashed grubby hand he had a bottle which he was drinking from labeled KEROSINE , The label slightly faded due to many a refill he had skulled,Bl-immy i thought , Am i going completely mad, NO ! it read KEROSINE 'Ohnestly i felt nauseated at what i had seen ,Again still thinking was this configuration an illusion of my imagination ,I wanted to touch this steely green eyed figure ,My mind couldn't bring itself to such a temptation to touch this figure to see if it was real,Oh ! But ! believe me this configuration was very real. Written By Robyn Bashford . Written in , yr 2000 . All rights reserved .

In God’s Creative Plan we are like musical notes
Each of us plays a special part that he wrote
Jesus is our Savior and the musical staff
Overseeing and guiding us along life’s path

And if one note drops and the music goes flat
He will always lovingly to the line guide us back
To play our part in God’s beautiful melody
As the music plays on and on for all Eternity

How to find love online?
Glue yourself to the screen!
OMG so many fine!
Now get a spleen!

Write something catchy!
Enlighten the positive things!
You know you are itchy!
But grow some wings!

Behave like an Angel!
Be calm and assertive!
No others ogle!
Only one adjective!

All others leave behind!
Only two are meant to be together!
What a tremendous, find!
Now a pair in all weather.

Good morning my darling
are you still there laying, waiting for me
heavens" but what am i thinking, where else would you be?
seems lastnight he was needed elsewhere
reasons for again, my unheard prayer.

as i open your curtains i wonder
do you even feel the rays of the sun
how must it feel to be you, my silent quiet one.
what if you were to wake suddenly
me with shaver in hand' would you recognise us both?
heavens heres me again" another day in wonderland.

i'll have to be going now my love
our son is calling tonight
and the beautiful girl he will have with him
is to be his soon to be bride.
the joy' you should be sharing in this
know that i miss you, as i leave you with a kiss.

know, your side of the bed is still empty
with still your pj's under your pillow
just incase a miracle happens
and your returned back to me
the man i love and used to know...

but if not' il pray instead
release him, let his soul be
bring him on home to heaven
unsuffer him... unsuffer me.

Please seduce me as I am growing wild
Hanging down from canopy of jungle
Born with love is freedom’s natural child
Rid me of all your corporate fungal

Please treat me not too cold and not too wet
I need your glowing heat and steamy love
Give me more a few nights in dripping sweat
With your love wild passion undreamed of

Sensually touching your skin pacifies
Embroidered silk on a empress’s dress
So rich your violet color amethyst
Good virtue transforming delicate stone

Searching over the world for charming grace
I long to fall into your sweet embrace

For in the dreams in my mind i see
my poetry where others can see.
I can see my poetry being
enjoyed by thee.
They seem to enjoy what they
see which makes me so happy.
They look at the author on the
back and smile then they say
how young this author must be
but her poetry is so diverse to me.
The levels go from nature to happy
and sad.
Then to all that God has done for
her and what he has gotten her through.

A song can spark a moment,a flower can wake the dream,a smile begins a friendship,a handclasp lifts the soul.
As a star can guide a ship,one word must start each prayer,as hope will raise your spirit in a voice which speaks wisdom.
One step must start each journey in a pathway of thorns.
But the heart knows whats true,as we walk in the darkness with our deepest fears.
In our hands the candle of faith,which wipes out darkness.
Our guide our soul,in a world which crys like a mother for her child,with eternal tears,
To the children of the earth

What is love and why do we search for it endlessly, maybe when we find it we do not really know it is found. Gazing endlessly into the mirror reflection of our empty souls, searching until we are satisfied that our heart will be fulfilled again one day, as the demons that possessed us become distorted against time, only then can we show our honest heart!

The honest heart will be the only prize that a soul can determine the beauty within the labyrinth that has been burried seemingly for eternity amongst the ruins of myth, Then all will be known in light as in dark, for a rustic key unlocks a lonelyness within the heart of the tempest.

But beware there is no turning back from the calamity endured if the tempest heart lies broken. Motion subsides dragging the once forlorn to the depths of a forgotten catacomb in forsaken isolation. Motionless, drawing the poison from our broken reflection untill the echos define reality.