Free Verse Poems (29,538)

Cold and bleak my day began
A drizzle of rain not my plan
I trudged along the heavy sand
My body toiling under demand

Crisp the air my lungs draw in
Tears from my nose do begin
Clarity of mind is no sin
As I lift my head to straighten my chin

I glance out across the sea
A shaft of light breaking free
Sending hope down to me
As I ponder on what could be

I reach my climb feeling ok
The dunes fresh but yet to play
Leave a mark with little say
The view amazing in every way

A couple of laps and I’m down again
The clouds dissolved from the rain
The sun a sight of no pain
As I make my way to the watery lane

Wading through salt and sun
Warmth on my back has begun
Winters brisk morning now undone
As I return to where I started from…

She sits alone in her own little home
Waiting for the doorbell to ring
There are photos on the wall that she can recall
All the wonderful memories they do bring
There’s a teapot on the table with a cosy named mable
With a plate of homemade cookies to the side
There’s a warmth in this home and even though she’s alone
She has no reason to hide
There’s a hairy old cat that she loves to have a chat
Keeps her company through and through
But it’s the ring of the bell she knows to well
That will lift her spirits new…….

Siete modos de gizados
se gizá la merenjena
la primera de la gizá
es la vava de Elena
ya la aze vokadikos
i la mete´n una zena
ista komida la yaman
comida de merenjena

A mi tio Zerasi
ke le agrada vever vino,
kon el vino vino vino
muxo i vien a el vino

La segunda ke la gisa
es la mujer del Shamas
la kavaka por adientro
i la inxi d´aromat
ista komida la yaman
la komida la dolmá

La trazerá que la gisa
es mi prima Ester de Chiote
la kavaka por adientro
i la inxi dárroz moti
ista komida la yaman
la komida lalondrote.

La alburnia es zaborida
en kolor y en golor
ven aremos una zena
mos gozaremos los dos
antes ke venga el gosano
i le kite la sabor

En las mezas de las fiestas
siempre briya el jandrajo
ya l´azemos pastelikos,
eyos briyan en los platos
asperando a ser zervidos
con los güevos jaminados.

La salata maljasina
es pastoza i zaborida,
mi vezina la prepara
con muxo azeite de oliva,
istos platos akompanyan
a los rostros de gayinas.

La setena que la gize
es mejor y mas janina
la prepara Filisti,
la hijà de la vezina
ya la mete nel forno
de kaveza à la kozina
kon azeite y kon pimienta
ya la yama una meyína.

Reverend Green
vented his spleen
when little Miss Scarlett
called Miss Peach a harlot
and honorable Colonel Mustard
was left in the custard
when slinky Madame Rose
in black pantyhose
led Sergeant Grey
more than astray
but while they're all on the run
twas Peacock and Plum
who in the depth of the night
killed Mrs White

Why don't you use your head for something other than a hat rack!
Which way is the tree going to fall?
I'm missing 35 dollars in change, you know anything about that?
I'm going to give you my car, but after that, you're on your own.
You need to work all the overtime you can, that's what built this house.
I'm missing a gun and a lot of money, it's really bad.
Are you going to come back next year and fish with me?
What are you looking at?(after hitting his truck door into a post)
Back up the truck.(Backed it over a log, he spent three hours cutting it out)
You knew that vine was going to break, didn't you?
Free the raccoon? You stick your hand in there and then tell me how many fingers you have left!
I told you to get rid of that car after 100,000 miles!
Come again when you can stay longer.
You leave Mike alone! He's enjoying himself! (Me singing and annoying Deb)
Quit yelling, you're upsetting Mike!(After my hook accidentally hooked Rich)
45 fish huh, what are you going to catch your pecker size? And you're cleaning them when we get back to the cabin.
Are you OK Mike?(After I fell on the ice while ice fishing sitting on a bucket)

First we had the left-wing media
tearing Trump apart for his tweets
of course they couldn't stand an aging white guy
expressing himself with modern technology
somewhat erratically you'd have to say at times
anyway the games up for him (or is it?)
but here we go
right wing media
turning any wince
any pause by Biden
into a case for mental collapse
he's 78 how about giving him some rope here
at least he's bringing America
back into emissions commitments
and did he rage at CNN's Kaitlin Collins?
well it was a forceful answer to a forceful set of questions
sure Putin's tricky
rarely answers a question without bouncing it back
to ask you to look at your record
and on we go
and on we go
is it easier just to turn the TV off
and forget US politics exists?

This is why Time Machine is only fiction

You can only look back
to search for what you've lacked:

Words you should've said…
Love you should've shared…
The lost moments…
No second chances…

Only memories return
with regrets that burn
Sometimes they can all come again
only to relive all the days when…

This is why Time Machine is only fiction,
because some people leave you behind
for some new chapters
episodes without your part
while you remain outdated
with old feelings and ideals inside your head…

R.

Rewind n come again
With the thoughts to the pen
Giving thanks without end
Only Love I have to send
Put ma muzik n set it as a trend
These harmonious melodies
With their unorthodox remedies
Thank you n yes please
Gimme more of these
More of that
Funk junk
Rockin lika punk
Blow da trumpet like an elephants trunk
This muzik I choose it infuse it n never lose
Grabs a hold of ma soul n unfolds lika cup of gold
Elixir
Straight
Without da mixer
High on Divine
Shine boy shine
This time is mine
To be what I be
Give thanks momentarily
And keep this fire blazing like elementary

An angel from afar who shines
like a star
I ponder who you are

I see your beauty that shines
like the sun
Your wisdom is spoken with
your tears of joy and pain
they are but, my summer rain.

Though we may be oceans apart I feel your beating heart

To walk in shame or regret
tis' better we learn to let go
and forget

Yet, its your beauty I see and you can't take away that from me.

We can foolishly wear our heart on our sleeve only to find it is not our reality

Beloved in whom I'm well pleased, there is time to change your mind so she said
unto me

As you spend your life in turmoil and strife of seeking
an impossible dream
Look not what is unattainable
but, what is right in front of thee as you drift upon the eternal stream

Seek not what is fleeting that the winds blow in for a season
Everything comes to you for a reason inasmuch as its taken away for it no longer serves you today

Look upon true values within yourself and others, for what and who we hold as true
is a reflection of who we call sister or brother from our point of view

Though you may call me your angel from afar I am just a mere reflection of who you really are

For all who seek the truth of self and the universal law of love
Look high above when you see the dove

Know that I am with thee and by your side there is nothing you can hide

What we think we can keep hidden in the dark
The light eventually shines to offer its truthful spark

To hold your grievances against your sister and brother and whom you call friend is just a temporary idea that will eventually come to an end.

The day shall come when we wipe the tears and do away our fears to let the healing begin and know we are forgiven no matter the sin.

Look for the angel within everyone you meet and you will find yourself in relationships complete

If I kissed your lips
Would you kiss mine
If I held your hand
Would you hold mine
If I wanted to make you mine
Could you find the time
We started off as friends
feelings have grown
I don't want you to moan and groan
I want to hear you say you feel the same way
I want to be with you every day
When I'm with you it's always a sunny day
please say you'll stay
I want to love you
I want to make you mine