Free Verse Poems (29,538)

Early morning, the promise of a new day
Dull and grey, till sun comes out to play
Changing emotions, as warmth spreads
Confirmation of outcome, not rain you dread

Every day as we wait, to learn what's in store
Clothes we must favour, walking out the door
Affecting plans, how to spend our time
Defining the outcome, when weather is fine

So on odd occasions, when caught in the rain
Aware of rain water, swirling down the drain
Without a care in the world, you can smile
Walking carefree, a few steps or a mile

Be thankful, attitude plays its special part
Accepting nature's choices, with open heart
Knowing that everything, has a good reason
Regenerating life, the real reason for seasons

Sitting still under a crimson tree
Casting my eyes over the great marsh
Now wrapped in a shrouded mist
Out past some long river’s mouth
Where large clusters of black clouds
Go racing by perpetually fast
And under the old October sky
The dusk and frost await their freedom
From the vanishing summer sun

You're sweet and kind and your heart is so true
You're the prettiest girl ever
I ever knew

All these sweet things I long to say to you
Should we meet again please read my mind
Cause I'm paralyzed when near the prettiest girl ever I ever knew

You're hair touches your shoulders gently
And moves gently in the wind
Darling how you send me

All these sweet things I long to say to you
You're the prettiest girl ever
I ever knew

Theres no shame in being yourself
Be it colour shape humour or size
It’s how people perceive what is worthy
In the deceit of their eyes
For everyone is born equal
Be it race colour or creed
No matter what pervades
Their thoughts should be freed
Every person born should speak
And say what clears their mind
So they may flourish uniquely
And live a life kind
Where acceptance of things different
Is but second thought
And friendships nurtured honestly
Should never be bought
Where love blossoms like a rose
With its thorns close by
But once respected and understood
Can carefully be admired .......

A nurse is giving a young medical intern a tour of the hospital.
The intern approaches one bedridden patient and asks,
“Why are you here?”
The patient replies, “Wee sleket cowerin’ timrous beastie/O, what a panic is in thy breastie.”
The intern moves on to the next bed and asks the same question,
“Why are you here?”
The patient answers, “O, my luv is like a red, red, rose that’s newly sprung in June.”
The intern moves on to a third bed and asks again,
“Why are you here” to which the third patient replies,
“The best laid plans of mice and men, may often gang awry.”
At this the intern turns to the nurse and asks,
“What ward is this anyway.”
And the nurse answers, “It’s the Burns Unit.”

Those golden suns and purple leaves
And shadows creeping long and lonely
From scenes of many happy dreams
In fields full of fragrant stars and asters
October like a goddess of ancient splendor
Comes riding down the mountainside
Reflecting waves of spectacular color
Dancing delightfully in her eyes

A splash of rain on the window pane
I'm lying here thinking of you again
Sunday drives in our old Renault 5
Driving aimlessly around the countryside
Stopping for a walk, me lagging behind
The scent of honeysuckle in the air
We'd pick fuschia and place them in our hair
On arriving home, you'd prepare the tea
Then run a bath for my sis and me
We'd sit around and watch Glenroe
This Sunday ritual never got old
Though time has passed
And you, nor Glenroe are no more
I'll never forget those days
Does anyone, anyways?

I call for my mother
Crying, shouting frozen in place

Its dark, no one answers
I’m scared, I need help

I see my father
Next to me

He fills the bed
His back towards me

I can smell him
Hairy broad

This comforts me
I feel safe

I am awake
Not scared anymore

My inbox said, connecting singles you have new mail
My toes curled, the rush of blood made my face pale
Who could it be? Had someone enjoyed my smile?
Was my search over after many an endless mile

I quietly connected with an unsteady trembling hand
That feeling of emptiness vanished to some other land
The red lit button seemed to mesmerise my gaze
My eyes misted over in tears involuntary haze

My new beginning was just one click away
Oh how I sought for this to be our lifelong day
With hope and trepidation your message I read
How I wished you would be the butter for my bread

Helo, how isn’t you, I do not like alcohol or smoke
I see your profile, it say you pretty nicey bloke
I look for love it say you want to do the sames
Pay my fares pleese, I meet you when comes on trains

I much height womens my years older is twenty eight
I comes to you me nevers turns over late
Much love for yous it says pleads my hart
Plees to reply to ******.com for our massage to start

Could this be it my mind said with a bounding plea
I felt so weak I virtually sank onto one knee
My tattered heart pleaded you was not another scam
Another lonely night spent with a plate of chips and spam

Trees sighing and upturned pots
Soil scattered
El ninya comes bringing
wind and rain welcome
if gentle enough
but does that ever happen?
Unlikely here in this harsh land isn't it?
Californian fires fade as
the Ozzie bushfire season looms
this year droughts thirst quenched somewhat
and fuel consumed
the fire is not so ominous we hope
Year in year out harsh is ever harsher.