Free Verse Poems (29,538)

I still think of you often
I still yearn for your touch
My soul finds repose in your arms.

I still miss your blue eyes
Your laugh and your smile
The essence of all of your charms.

Your genuine nature - your soul searching zest
Your pleasing and personable air.

You’re everything I want, desire and need...
Without you - oh how will I fare?

When I close my eyes
I can feel you inside me
When they’re open-
I can still feel the ache
Your energy is calm,
Commanding and brave
With one touch - I forget and forsake
Your eyes are green and tempting- alluring; always drawing me near
You smell of desire, passion, and poise
Your heart loves without any fear
I crave your gentle aura
Lips of pure lust
Your blissfully sweet soulful mind
Our entities engage, amidst all the sound
In search of the silence we find
Together we’re fused - never to be torn asunder
An unequivocal and absolute team
We take it all in - every ounce of us used- You complete me in life and in dream.

I am as poor as the nature
And as simple as heaven
My freedom is ghostly
Like the voices
Of midnight birds.
I see the breathless moon
And the sky,
Which is deathlier than the canvas;
I accept
Your painful and strange world,
Emptiness!

Wine and turkey….
Log and Puddings…
Warmth from the fire..
Laughter….
Sure looks good from out here….

I tighten my tattered coat...and wonder
Where would I fit the Christmas Tree…?
In this cardboard box…
I call my Home

(Relationship)
Finding relationship today is asking for miracle,
Because most breathing life though a spiracle.
We come and we go and we do talk to so many,
Is it because our thought worth just a penny?

Young women do fall in love in need of family, kids,
Older women here for ego-boosting and mind-whims.
Much easier for a woman to love a cat, bird or a dog,
A man is under a microscope and often called a frog!
We do hear, kissing many frogs till the coming prince,
Indeed the expression of many women in this wince!

Comparing apples and oranges according to our need,
An empty wallet therefore, is one who doesn’t lead.
Thus love is measured in success and material wealth,
Who the hell cares about mind, soul and spirit health?

(Where have we gone wrong?)
We have given our love to a cat or Jack the dog,
Peter is secondary because the dollar is our God.
We can feed for life three cats and couple of dogs,
But the man has to be financially secure with 2 jobs!

We think we will live forever and never get old,
Suddenly we're on a sick bed, NO hand to hold!
There is a priest who is giving us the last right,
We wonder what we have done wrong in fright!

(Our search 2 stanzas)
If we are all here looking for the same thing,
Why is it so hard to find just one with to string?
The chatter of our mind is drowning the heartbeat,
And in the prison of our mind is where we retreat.

Green and red lights flashing... but who pays heed,
When in those illusions we have such hungry feed!
The heart is pulling hard to the direction of love,
The mind saying I'm ego driven, the hell with that!

(Flirts Disrespect Unkindness & Ignorance)
We do send flirts and interest all from the heart,
A reply seldom comes for humbleness is an art.
We paint pages of birds, dogs, roses and cats,
If we are to paint a self-portrait is a darn task,
We are to use no colors but a thousand masks.
Easy for a woman and for no reason to ignore a man,
Unkindness, disrespect and ignorance hits the fan.

(Material)
When God created Adam blew spirit into him,
And there comes Eve taking one of his ribs!
Man Adam always looking for his missing part,
To Eve apples on the tree have taken her heart.

(Distance, material & ego)
We do wonder about age, distance and miles,
Instead of looking for those great smiles.
Interested about diplomas job and income,
Material and ego are very hard to overcome.

(Chance & hope)
We take a marker, we cross out that chance,
And we forbid the heart to have that dance.
Some talking about hope but what is hope?
It’s that something that has no real scope.

Holiday lights color
December moments.
Their primary colors glow
through the darkness -
yet cannot compete
with the brightness of stars
that shine and self-consume
in their passion to ignite
direction to weary travelers.
 
Each bulb on the
Christmas string burns
with such low intensity
it cannot kindle the most
delicate branch to blaze -
yet, year after year, attempts
to mimic nature in a twinkling show
of presence, and perhaps substance,
in a world trying to find its way.

Special time, when sun must fade
Praise to nature, night beauty made
Light dims, sun loses strength-heat
Dreams are waiting, earth must sleep

Peace overcomes, buzz was the day
Muted colours now, subdued not gay
Sky darkens, soon broken by stars
Moon becomes lantern, to guide far

Across land, mountains and to sea
Lapping waves, on shoreline so free
Breeze stirs wind, to chase clouds
Silent beauty understated, never loud.....

YOU MIGHT WANT TO READ PART 1 FIRST
(Complicated minds)
What has happened to that simplicity of life?
In war with love, in dissension heart & mind.
It is really so and the reason we are all here,
For ages to come, till we drop dead my dear.

(How I sense things)
I've killed hope on my first day here long ago,
Embracing reality on the first real cruel blow.
How can one find love in this superficial world,
When most here only in material & ego can mold?

(What men & women searching next 4 stanzas)
Some men looking for the thrill of a cheap sex,
And most others, for love with all its effects.
Women set their sexuality on a forgotten shelf,
Here for ego-boosting and what soon will regret.
For love is not in their search but who lies best!

Women want a man to run up the hills and down-streams,
Childhood fantasy and ferry tails world full of dreams.
Most set on their ways mending/healing a broken heart,
For this woman’s fantasy took many relationships apart!

Some men wounded from divorce and all of the fees,
The reason are standing emotionless like oak trees.
And so, relationships become friends with benefits,
Type of relationships that do fill hearts with deceits.

If love was truly our search...
We could find it in the first profile we clicked.
In our mind there's insecurity pride and ego to fulfill,
Sure the mind steering the heart with all its whims...
Thus love is measured with superficiality not heartbeats,
And we become illusionist magicians clowns ventriloquists!
We go from one to another, to another like a bad curse,
Because love been dead for sometime and is in a hearse.

(Trust)
Trust is yet another issue for majority of people,
Often it is our experience that leaves us crippled.
What will it take to build the foundation of trust,
When memory, experience lives within at long last?
Give your full trust before you know his/her name,
Forget and forgive, live and do share the blame.

(The true reality)
Most cannot even sense the reason of being here,
For those faint heartbeats some can hardly hear.
We often hear half syllables as love you darling,
The (I) is missing because we express a snarling.

(My search)
It must be a woman who is interested in the heart,
And she'll have no problem getting in my beat-up car.
Whose ego, pride is lower than my statue of 5’10’’
Who’s not looking for a rooster laying a golden egg.

I know, it has to be one woman but, where is she?
Till the two of us cross the blessed path in this sea,
We’ll be two ripped branches from the same tree.
Branches dipped in love for sure will grow roots,
And in time we will blossom to bear sweet fruits.

SOME OF YOU CAN TRULY HAVE AN ANGEL SIN AND GIVE THE DEVIL AN ACE CARD TO WIN!!!

Kapos etsi xekinise mia prosefxi pou egine litania,
Me mia prosklisi ke apo mena mia thisia,
Eftasa sti xenitia ftera ston erota kardia.

H istoria afti ine mia thliveri dokimasia,
Den variese fili mou min dinete simasia,
Ine kiali san eme me tin idia omiokalixia.

Xiliades milia perasa vouna langadia dash,
Agnostos stous agnostous me ti kardia xara gemati.
Ta dio pediatis dika mou ginane tagapisa stalithia,
Dimitris stonoma o gios h kori Eftixia.

H Eftixia sta gonata mou kathotane ores,
Tis milaga pola ke gia tin ithiki stis xores.
O Dimitris tiligmenos sta narkotika,
Den ton afisa, ton esosa apo ta malia.

Pote den tsakothikame ke oi ides idies,
Oi diskoles stgmes itan stalithia liges.
Velona kai an tha erixnes anamesa mas,
Patoma den thavrike, kolimena ta kormia mas.
Afisame egoismo ke agaliasame tin perifania,
Anarotieme giati gnorisa stin agapi tin orfania.

Ekana onira pola ma ekana ke erga,
Entithika gampros megalosa engonia.
Kounisa mora alaxa ke panes,
Ekana omos ke pola se praxis.

Ola ta profitepsa ke soupa pos h mera tharthi,
Epano se periptosi tha mou pis to dromo trava.
Ke ola ta erga poukana tou spitious xartis,
Tha mou minoun sto mialo kialarga.

Dekatesera ta gramata sti xrisi sou vera,
Den xeris kan tin enia den ixes ton kero,
Sti diki mou gia na grapsis ena aplo sagapo.
Ospou kapia mira zilepse tin alithini mou agapi,
Ke apo ton pano orofo me petaxe sti laspi.

Megali pempti douleva 22-2005 semptevri ston onta sou,
Paraskevi 23 me stavroses san tn Xristo ke moupes giasou.
Tris meres zitisa paramoni akomi,
Na anastitho na kano eklisia,
Nalaxis to mialo me mia thisia.

Ine megalos o Theos ta xeria tou dinamis,
Me kratise prin spaso to kefali.
Pono omos alou ke h kardia diloni,
Ta sothika mou kegonte apo agapi.

As itan na to pisteva pos magapouses ligo,
Mipos ola itan apo prepi ke apo ikto?
Giati thea agapi dialexes emena na peraso,
Tis pio ashimes stigmas ke tou thanatou?.

Agapi edosa me oli tin psixi mou,
Ma pira giapotelesma mono tin iparxi mou.
Afou h kardia mou emine mekini,
Ke ime tora monaxos pou ine h efthini?

Tou girismou to dromo travixa den ixera pou na pao,
Eftasa sena hotel tris meres pikres na metrao.
Ke tora akoma vriskome mesto skotadi,
Den xero an magapas h me thes na pao ston adi.

Dinata to pisteva pos h agapi vouna pernai,
Ma ola ta kala pou ekana xexnai.
Ke ston proto potamo monos stin ali oxthi,
Anarotithika to apotelesma ke tin agapi oli.

Ola fotia arpaxane ke ego mes sto kamini,
Tha zo ton erota afto me oli tin odini.
Den itan thelima Theou para anthropou xeri,
Oso to xero ego toso ke kini kseri.

Deka meres perasan ospou na do ta matia,
Pou agapisa toso poli kardia mou vasta.
Etsi opos ola irthane etsi pane akoma,
Ke go anepithimitos les kexo lepra sto soma.

Ke pali agnostos mes to kafe ke apenanti mou ekini,
arage exo kani arketa na me dexti sto spiti?

Ena dakri kilise ke ida ena lathos,
Ma den to skoupisa ithela na do to vathos.
Den itan dakria pola ke poso h axia,
To sagapo mas afise ine sta lathi h telia.

Anangi sexo sou psithirsa filia sou zitao,
Gia dio ke pano xronia isouna kaliteri mou fili.
Den apantas akoustiko otan tilefonao,
Ke anarotieme olimeris giati afto to fidi?

Dakria sta matia thermes efhes mou dini,
Ma h kardia mou orfani den ixe apantisi.
Afou ke mia mono itane h efxi mou,
Evlogia Theou stin ipolipi zoi mou.

Agalia se kratisa ke to kormi mou akomi tremi,
sti petra xaraxes to xorismo ma isos akomi enas lithos meni.
Dinata to sagapo apo ta xili sou xexilises,
Ton xtipo tis kardia sou otan me filises...

To vlema sou aikinito,
opos pigename ta dio.
Na stripsis to aftokinito,
gia tou spitiou sou girismo.

Etsi eftase to telos mias agapis,
Perase keros den egina satrapis.
Stin agapi sevastos gia panta meno,
Tin kenourgia agapi mou prosmeno.

To poso poli sagapisa pote den tha to mathis,
ap tin zoi mou perases ke omos semna exathis.
Esy kali mou mou xarises sta xili mou filia,
opos ekina ta diavatarika ke agirista poulia.

Ta xeria mou den edesa trigiro sto lemo sou,
esy omos pisti sto pisma sou ke sto mialo sou.
Psithirisa giati ke to darkri mou etrexe tholo,
etsi siopila sou efxotan h psixi mou sto kalo.

Etreme h kardia mou, sinkormos apo tous omous,
ksexases, imoun sintrofos se olous tous dromous.
Agnoises tin thiela pou ixa mesa stin psixi,
sto dromo pou dialekses sangiza me prosefxi.

Irthan meres penthimes ke nixtes tholomenes,
kratisa omos enthimio stigmes eftixismenes.
H monaksia me tromaze ma estelna ton nou,
se enan kero aksexasto oreou ke alithinou.

Stin filia girisame ke pali tora pia,
gnosta limeria me sevasmo ke anthropia.
Demenoi as minoume gia panta tora etsi,
afou afises ton erwta na figi ap ti mesi.

Ksero, efteksa, mirazome to lathos me sena,
osa zisame mazi stin kardia mou ola krimena.
Kapou kapou ke stous dio isos kilisi ena dakri,
ma h filia pou mas emine, mas ine tora anangi.

To oniro isos xathike ma h agapi mas alithis,
tora ola ke oti tragoudo thelo pia na mathis.
Esy isoun tou onirou mou h pio glikitati pnoi,
ke pos oi stigmes pou moudoses aksizoun mia zoi.