Free Verse Poems (29,538)

This is the time of year,
That most people love!
May it be so, every day of the year
Cos its when we wish everyone!

Let's all be like children!
Children of one mighty God!
Greeting and smiling away
Sorrow or hatred, strife and pain!

Let's have all this positivity
Right throughout the year!
When we will hold all close
To our hearts, in truthness!

Help us God to perfection.
To be Your perfect children!
Make You happy as Jesus did!
So let's Pray ''God bless us ALL"

Thank you Santa for the many gifts you have given me over the years
Wonder and joy
From you being able to fly around the world in one night
Giving presents to everyone
Back when I was little you only had about four billion people
Now it's over seven billion
I guess you have to eat the cookies a lot faster
You were nice to Rudolph when you made him your lead reindeer
You keep an eye on me so I will be nice and not naughty
Thanks for stretch Armstrong, though he didn't last long when I pulled him apart
Thanks for Evel Knievel and his powered motorcycle
So I could pretend to jump the Grand Canyon and not really break my bones
Thanks for Darth Vader's TIE Advanced x1 starfighter and doll
So I could pretend to choke people with my mind
And blow up planets with the Death Star that was about 75 miles in diameter
Thanks for eating my mom's cookies because she is a great baker
And thanks for not quitting, so other children can experience the joy I had
And have!
Thanks Santa!

Love is a dream in your nap

Love is a gift, You don't wrap...

Love is a bird you don't cage

Love is a book with.....One page!

Had a dream of us last night
In your Jeep. In my dress.
You were taking all of me
Every inch you did caress
A surge of pleasure, so intense, so rewarding-
Togetherness of flesh, my needs you were exploring-
Our chemistry. Our passion.
Lust and pure desire
Our bodies were entwined
Touch. Taste. Fire.
I begged you not to stop
To let the flames engrave my soul
An endless plea to keep you near
A need I could not control.

I thought I would never write another song for you
I believed it was over and done
But Christmas finds me missing you
And this letter I write must be the very last one

I want to sing merry Christmas to you I hope you don't mind
I know you must still be beautiful for beauty like yours will never fade
And I know you must still be kind
For your heart was heaven made

May santa bring you a little snow
And if you were near I'd walk with you neath some mistletoe
Before a new year comes I must say goodbye
Now auld lang syne and I really must go

But I'd like to sing merry Christmas to you I hope you don't mind
I know you must still be beautiful for beauty like yours will never fade
And I know you must still be kind
For your heart was heaven made

My life is a funeral dying in life living in death remains not yet to be sold beginning to old, to many deaths to many ways to call it home, the remains to be left with all this alienation building from all things, starting over and over until I find myself looking at the inevitability of mortality dealing with pain living in vain gut wrenching sadness washes through the empty heart filled with grief of ones hope, caring and staring waiting and crying building and dying, to do what rise? no fall and fall again till nothing has taken me whole taken my soul writhing at night trying to defeat the sunlight faded lines trading rhymes defeated destroyed unknown to all be known to one reality is a manifestation of thought a memory of distortion a debate that’s killing likened to feel that if I fold will I live to fulfil my role, collapsing statements of family abuse turmoil that hides away like a monster in a cave to take to the grave nothing matters to live without telling people to stay without killing people to win without losing people to forgive is to lie to take is to die to end is to start I am a broken heart.

He must have been about a hundred
well we reckoned he was, me and Jim-Bob
when we seen him there
standing in the swishing grass
'neath the snow-caps
all wintered in
so we up and ask him, whats up old fella?
but he just stands there staring
staring like a hundred year old horse would
when faced with fools in a field
but we never known it

Saturn and Jupiter were close together
So close they were over top of each other this last week
I had clouds, so I missed out on that
I did see it the next day
They are separated by 456 million miles
Those distances are hard to imagine
Like the distances between my family members
We used to have 25, yesterday was 5
Coronavirus had something to do with it
Not buying gifts for everyone was more prevalent in the outcome though
I did get twenty dollars which I bought a History and Day of Calendar
I also got some gremlins from Betty Jane Candies
Pecans, caramel, and chocolate

On Christmas Eve I wish you, dear friends,
In joy you are so sad - in sadness merry,
So far on distant continents and lands,
You are so close to me - I wish I had you near.

Heart hardly can contain the love I carry,
To each and every one I stretch my hand
And wish God's grace upon you, wish you plenty!

Believe my words, we have no other way:
This corner is a chance, there aren't so many.
The one for all and all for one to burden take,
You are so close to me - I wish I had you near.

It’s low tide
And a light northeaster
Cools down the last of the day
The evening hues begin to reveal themselves
Reflecting off the wet sand and down onto the tiny surf
And although the sun had left the beach
It still shines bright on the majestic island just a kilometre or so offshore
Highlighting the green of the scrub
The yellow of sand coloured rock
And the chocolate brown of the surrounding tidal rocks
This sitting in a sea of light blue is astounding
The northern harbour wall is split evenly in two with the dark brown of tidal mark and the silvery grey of the armour rock
Puffs of random apricot clouds drift listlessly
As the dropping sun paints the opposite ends of the earth and amazing lilac and grey
What artist can reach from one end of earth to the other
A young child wearing but her skin frolics in the sand resisting her mother’s calls
As a lone tinny makes his way back to the harbour
As the nesting plovers ward off the presence of a hawk lingering
And so the afternoon ends ......