Free Verse Poems (29,538)

which brings us to the case of
the pear vs the fashion estate
a fruit unfairly marginalized
by a corruptible culture
wielding the maxim
of busty top and
narrow waist

this then in praise
of your resolute resistance
my little friend
you have not yielded
as the celery capitulated
and the rhubarb crumbled
bulbous to the end
shout it loud from the fruit bowls
you can take our trees
but you will never take our freedom!

Please tell me sommelier
Is there in your wine list
Such a wine, where
There is a taste of rain
And taste of sun light,
A bit of childish joy,
A bit of sadness
And aftertaste of youth?
No madam, I regret ,
We don't have such bouquet,
The only i can offer you
Is vodka

Like a Navigator, using maps of old,
I now consult my list for one more story,
Which I bring to you; (If I may be so bold);
As it yields to become Poetic Glory;
Which may skew the facts; - and yet it must be told,
By myself (now somewhat old and hoary);
Now reconstructed from the "mists of time"-
As I settle to the rhythm of my rhyme.

So locked down from Covid, in old Sydney,
I watch the news in intermittent bursts;
Feeling now, I well could lose a kidney;
Or catch the Delta Strain (which could be worse).
Nonetheless, I must write on, and give thee;
A true account of my 'lover's curse';-
And like the night-time rain, which falls relucent;
I write now of my life without inducement.

I drank the years away, let me tell you,
Time vanished in solution down the drain;
And yet I have the wit to now renew,
My memories, and half-forgotten pain;
Therefore, before, this rhyme now goes askew,
I will write down my story bold and plain;-
Concerning of a girl in Quaker's Hill*-
An encounter that was an act of will.

Does anyone remember Lavalife?
The lonely heart's club, using just the phone?
And if you do, you may have met your "wife"**
(Though not for me 'cos I am still alone).
Not that I was looking for such a strife;
But like the "poor stray" I need a loving home;-
I've swum in murky depths - yet they're pellucid;
And no one knows where they may find their cupid.

And yet the introduction service worked;
It worked a charm (as it was meant to do);
For as a lover, none of this I shirked,
Because ev'ry woman's diff'rent - so would you?
And so I put on my very best shirt,
(Having now a destination's rendezvous);
Her name was Anne **- she met me at the station;
Close to paddocks, (as the suburb was then).

The year two thousand and three, (maybe four),
My list is incomplete, and not conclusive;
At any rate 'twas Anne, she opened her car door;
We introduced ourselves, which was conducive,
To further happenstance (and maybe more);
The conversation did not feel intrusive;
And pretty soon we're both at her abode -
(I would have gone there sooner, had I know'd).

Anne and I were sitting tete a tete;
But not for long - soon we're on the sofa;
Another glass of wine to feel replete;
And quite soon after both of us in bed were;
Then making love betwixt the clean white sheets;
During which (and something like a gopher);
I went beneath to taste that furry heaven;
Which beats hands down the taste of bread unleaven!

Thus, the lovemaking, it did continue;
As rolling overhead a thunderstorm;
Pelted raindrops down the bedroom window;-
While lightning forked in phosphorescent form;
It gave me recourse to remain "in venue";
My prospects of leaving were now forlorn;
Now her on top, she tosses her long mane;
And where I was, I wished there to remain.

Her body womanly, her skin quite alabaster;
As I watched the ecstasy upon her face;
And her reasons, I never thought to ask her;
We're happy, private, and not in disgrace.
It transpired that her husband left her;
When he found a younger girl to take her place;-
T'was that (and maybe her diabetes);
The rogue was gone - with no need for entreaties.

As all good things, they must come to an end;
(I was happy, and so was she, in fact);
And of this tale, I do not recommend,
Superficial judgment - I don't retract,
A single word I've said, (or verse I blend);
So, you've had another anecdote, I'm back!
The CS poet, they call lovecanbereal;
Whose verse, and meter have a silky feel.



© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved

Hey Siri!
Why is your mamma so fat?

-My mother?

I have been playing with this application since yesterday
It is fun
It doesn't have any answers for if there is a god, bigfoot, or aliens
About half the time it gives written answers from the web
And doesn't say the answer
Is it listening to me?
It wouldn't answer that one either

Angels walk amongst us
They’re rich but not so rare
Their value lies in their vision
Of love they want to share
They seek to change perspectives
To redirect the wrong
To open up the eyes of those
Who have struggled for so long
They are using good healthy food
And serving it with respect
While training those in need
To overcome their reject
They’ve walked the walk
An some maybe not
But what they see and what they do
Is action on the spot
It’s nourishing the minds
It’s opening doors wide
To share their love and knowledge
Should definetly be worldwide……

A man has to take a wolf, a goat and a cabbage across a river.
His rowing boat has only enough room for the man plus either the wolf, the goat , or the cabbage. If he takes the cabbage the wolf will eat the goat. If he takes the wolf the goat will eat the cabbage. Only when the man is present are the goat and cabbage safe.
Question: Relate the situation to Afghanistan and comment on the US withdrawal?

haha

ok then how does he get them all across safely?

There is hunger to feast
That you simply don’t know
Urges to dine on your lips
Continually grow
This fever pitch longing
To know how you taste
Your mouth feeding mine
Gently embraced

An exchange of tongues
From my mouth to yours
Excitement builds heat
Sweat seeping pores

Let me cup thy face
As you pull me close
Let us seal the distance
Softly, nose to nose

My hunger for you
Honestly will not die
I’d just as soon halt
Retreat, say goodbye

I’m incapable, though
Longing won’t let me be
My heart may be locked
But you hold the key

What say you, beloved ?
How long ne’er to speak ?
‘Tis your voice, that I crave
An embrace that I seek

My love, like a fire
Burns a hole in my heart
Why is it so ?
We be miles apart

Every day it’s the same
And I constantly miss you
What be the harm ?
All I want, is to kiss you

© November 2, 2018, L. Karriem

Laid back, lazy
resting
T-shirt and panties
sweat-moistened
clinging

The fan oscillates
pushing warm air around
silken caresses stroking my legs
like feathers

While I listen to the sultry
George Michael crooning to
the plucking of cello strings
as he's kissing a fool

Shiraz on my mind
Whilst he sits in the freeze
on chill

The time has come
to BE STILL
a passage of bad timing

© April 27, 2018, L. Karriem

Behold images of you, take me away
A shield of protection's where I long to stay
Swept up in tides of warm waters
Cosmic hugs, grew my love ever broader

Thoughts of you carry me
to calm feelings of peace; serenity
You are the antidote to my rage
You are the words, that flood my page

Harmony, Balance, Peace and Bliss
My angel, you are all of this
Kissing your mouth, fills my mind
Tasting your tongue, purely sublime

Feeling your breath on my face
The warmth of your skin
Our hips rocking, dancing
But wed, is no sin

Vows spake declaring love and devotion
Vulnerability, to release toxic emotions
Freed from the traps and traumas, past
Being safe with you, is all that I ask

I wish to grow old with you
shall I die, not far from your side
I'd give anything in this world
To be my angel's bride

© July 8, 2020, L. Karriem

Will he come to me?
Shall I be his bride?
Speak unbroken promise
Stay right by my side

Is he on his way?
Dare I crack the door
How shall it be, with he?
A cosmos to explore

Remorsefully encumbered
Such a burden, my dear
Shall I awaken to him, sleeping
Upon my breasts, right here?

When will he arrive?
For I can hardly sleep
This moment I've been praying
Our love forever, keep

Hurry near, beloved
My patience runs too thin
Kiss my eyes before
The tears they fall again

© August 23, 2020, L. Karriem