Free Verse Poems (29,541)

Candy words sweet
Kisses on her cheek
Listen as cupid tries his best to speak

He draws back his bow and you already know
What he's going to say
He wants you to be happy on valentine's day

He rushed this order special for you
Candy coated lines and every word is true
He hides behind a cloud in a sky of blue

He stole candy from angels to send your way
Yes heaven is where he's been and you can read this again
On valentine's day

Cupid is very busy making girls dizzy
He fills their hearts with excitement of love in the air
And on valentine's day his arrows have landed everywhere

when I thought of you,

I could see the volcano exploding;

Had been bubbling for long time-

was to be expected

What I haven't told you before
Is that the poet didn't die
Because he and his beloved
Still wander the world

One day the two found out
That immortality is real
Together they departed
And wandered the world

The two desired immortality
To preserve their love
And one day at sunset
An old woman foretold them

For somewhere in the forest
There is a cure for immortality
Guarded by a wizard
Who knew of their love

He had heard rumors in the world
Of such a love
Love never ending
And he wanted it all

But when the two arrived
Into the forest they ventured
And as soon as they entered
The enchanted wizard

Took them by storm
Did not hesitate for a moment
And invited them to him
To discuss a little

Because what he wanted
Was to take their love
And he told them that he had a cure
With which you live a century

But the price of immortality
Was indeed the price of love
If they wanted immortality
They had to give him their love

The poet hesitated
It's too much for a cure
To live immortality
But without love

Who would want that fate ?!
I would rather die, dad
The stubborn wizard
Looked towards the girl

But the girl wanting immortality
Gave him her love as a gift
The poet being crushed
Received the gift of love

And then the wizard
Shook his leg a bit
And took their love
Offering them immortality

In their date they left
On a separate path
To tell their story
And still wander among the people

So the story goes
That they still wander the world
To offer Immortality
To those who offer Love

Once, long ago
A poet unknown
Wanted but couldn't
Start anew on his own

He wished deeply
To write what he loved
But fear held him back
For the world to be judged

And if they were to know
They would judge him so
And then condemn him
And hang him in tow

But he loved too much
With his heart so large
And he set off afar
With his love as his charge

Into the world he went
Love he sought to find
And when he found it
He no longer inclined

For fear he had
To lose her so sad
Better he hadn't found
So he thought in his mind

But she encouraged him
To leave his heart behind
To love her instead
For she loved him in kind

He told her many tales
For he couldn't forget
Where he had wandered
And how far he'd met

Until he found her
He wandered so free
In this vast world
Desperately seeking

He searched with longing
In the city of bones
And he wandered easily
In the city of thrones

But he kept hope
Even if he lost life
He still continued
To seek love's delight

In the city of thrones
When he was wandering
He received hope
When morning was dawning

For from the east
A girl appeared
And sadly she found him
For he was lost and seared

She was a traveler
On the sun's rays
And she took him by the hand
And together they strayed

Thus he escaped
From the enchanted city
That ensnared souls
If they lost their pity

But he escaped
Kept his soul intact
For he didn't succumb
To the enchanted act

And so he arrived
Where... it's not to tell
But I know he found her
And that he loved her well

And thus together
They held hands so tight
And they set off into the world
And the story they recite

Their love story
That will never end
Even if one day
The poet's tale does bend

One night I dreamed of walking green hills
Seeing little people that gave me chills
Following a rainbow to the end
Seeing a pot of gold and a little green man

"Top of the day to you", he said
With a little green hat on his head
"Come closer my dear to me
Come over and rest under the tree"

He said he was a cobbler by trade
As we sat under the tree in the shade
I noticed a black kettle off to the side
With gold coins he guarded with pride

He asked didn’t I want to steal them away
I told him – no – I wasn’t there to prey
He said I had earned 3 wishes for this
So think careful and tell him my list.

The first I asked for a long and healthy life
Second that in the world there no longer be strife
For the last that I wanted 3 wishes more
He laughed and slapped his knee and roared

For I'd found the secret to eternal wishes it seems
To keep using your third wish to fulfill all your dreams



Author: Kathy © March 8, 2019

1. Alien Race had admitted they had probed my sisters mind and my mind much more further.
I had asked "just why?"
They said, "We had found something in both of your minds that you both did in common at different times in your lives."
I said, "And what is that?"
They said, "your earth calls this place Library."

2. "We sent some numbers of our people to your earth library, sent our people to look like earth people."
"While a number of our people were reading your library books, we found lots of vital information we had copied in our special abilities, these areas we had decided to copy your earth calls them careers."

Once again in the Poet's Corner
Pass the night in a discourse with friends.
If you were a part of poets' forum
You will never regret you have stayed.

I go slowly from poem to poem,
Looking first for the newest ones,
Then go back to familiar verses,
Those that once touched my soul so hard.

Poet's corner is always in motion,
Its contributors take turns in race,
When one part of the world is sleeping,
Then another one picks up the pace.

Poet's Corner is people's refuge,
You're invited - don't need any pass.
Here you meet with old friends, smiling faces,
Here's encouragement, sympathy, love.

You can pass the whole night making comments,
Reading poems, enjoying the rhymes,
Thinking, what is the point poet's making,
Hoping some time you'll write as he does.

Sympathetic and witty comments,
Make you think of the poem twice,
And discussion that's launched over poem
Makes you stay and endure to the last.

Oh, I've learned very much from Poet's Corner,
Never thought would entice me so much.
In my greetings to you, dear poets,
I would wish you success and great love!

Sleep my baby, sleep my dear,
Iav-nanina-o.
It’s still dark, day’s yet not breaking,
Iav-nanina-o.
Nana I’m singing so that you sleep,
Singing you so that quiet you be,
Violet you bore with love in its heart,
Rose with a joy has brought you up.
Should Our Lady’s will be such
That I shall see you grown up,
Delia nana, my little one,
Watching me now with cherubic smile,
Sleep is coming, close your eyes,
Delia-nana-nanao!

I'm not trying to cross any line
But it is so hard, when this life is actually mine
I'm trying to avoid stepping on a mine
But I'm on a minefield, and nothing is fine

The line between life and death seems to be so fine
So don't ask me to hang here, not crossing the line
When my life is hanging on a line so fine
The line has been crossed by someone Divine

I'm trying to keep walking with every step
I'm hoping to live with every breath
I hope that God will hold my hand
And be my guide until the end

I do not know what the end will be
But I still have hope that He's with me
It could end here for me tonight
But if He's with me, I'm gonna be all right

If I do not make it to the end of the line
The only life lost is gonna be mine
But if I do make it to the end of the field
Then I'll enjoy every breath of the wind

I grew up on Mills & Boon
and Barbara Cartland's romance pocketbooks ...
Then loved the romance films
like GHOST and more recently, The Notebook...
My last ever crush when I turned into my late 50's
became Viggo Mortensen
from HIDALGO and RETURN OF THE KING
from that ever so loved trilogy Lord of the Rings ...
Viggo's Prince Aragorn became
my more realistic knight in shining armor & hero ,
no superhuman powers but
with the qualities of The One , all in a row ...
Determined, with a loving heart,
in the face of fear still brave,
with weather beaten good looks,
the kind who ... (like Arwen , his love interest in the same movie) ,
I can love to my grave ...

Late in life, I unexpectedly started to write poems
of romance & sensual intimacy ...
In that way, I am writing my heart's love songs
whether happily or tainted with melancholy ...
I embrace it all
for I want my verses to reflect me , always truthfully ...
But admittedly so,
after all the pocketbook romances, movies,
and now my poems that I can share & show ...
I yearn so much for my own life to give birth
to its real love story that all this waiting for is worth ...
And at this very moment in my life, I truly feel
that I want YOU to be the one
to make that last love story of mine finally real ...

That whatever else can be dealt with,
for it feels we fit so well like that proverbial glove ...
I feel no apprehension ... crippling hesitation...
or nagging doubt...
What there is ... is the gut feeling
that you have what it takes
to fill in everything that, all this time,
I have, unfortunately, gone without ...