Free Verse Poems (29,541)

Would she be foolish to dig more?
Dying in the lives of fond illusions.
Snared with the lions,
do we betray our instincts?
Is it sins painted masterpiece or
Conceited colours on the canvass,
brushed stroked of her own hand?
She cries for more.
Like a junkies moon
The desperate need of art.
Why solace is found in vain measures of purity.

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I find myself in a moment thinking of only you.
The way you walk when your down and dont want to talk
The way you may touch when I'm about to tell you I can fall
for someone like you

I find myself in a moment thinking of only you
and how this world will stand still if we can find our way
and make our dreams twist together. It could be like the rain and then the rainbow as one and finding the pot of gold.

A drunk man in an Oldsmobile

They said had run the light

That caused the six-car pileup

On 109 that night.


When broken bodies lay about

And blood was everywhere,

The sirens screamed out eulogies,

For death was in the air.


A mother, trapped inside her car,

Was heard above the noise;

Her plaintive plea near split the air:

Oh, God, please spare my boys!


She fought to loose her pinned hands;

She struggled to get free,

But mangled metal held her fast

In grim captivity.


Her frightened eyes then focused

On where the back seat once had been,

But all she saw was broken glass and

Two children's seats crushed in.

Her twins were nowhere to be seen;

She did not hear them cry,

And then she prayed they'd been thrown free,

Oh, God, don't let them die!


Then firemen came and cut her loose,

But when they searched the back,

They found therein no little boys,

But the seat belts were intact.


They thought the woman had gone mad

And was traveling alone,

But when they turned to question her,

They discovered she was gone.

Policemen saw her running wild

And screaming above the noise

In beseeching supplication,

Please help me find my boys!

They're four years old and wear blue shirts;

Their jeans are blue to match.


One cop spoke up, They're in my car,

And they don't have a scratch.

They said their daddy put them there

And gave them each a cone,

Then told them both to wait for Mom

To come and take them home.

I've searched the area high and low,

But I can't find their dad.

He must have fled the scene,

I guess, and that is very bad.


The mother hugged the twins and said,

While wiping at a tear,

He could not flee the scene, you see,

For he's been dead a year.



The cop just looked confused and asked,

Now, how can that be true?

The boys said, Mommy, Daddy came

And left a kiss for you.

He told us not to worry

And that you would be all right,

And then he put us in this car with

The pretty, flashing light.

We wanted him to stay with us,

Because we miss him so,

But Mommy, he just hugged us tight

And said he had to go.

He said someday we'd understand

And told us not to fuss,

And he said to tell you, Mommy,

He's watching over us.



The mother knew without a doubt

That what they spoke was true,

For she recalled their dad's last words,

I will watch over you.



The firemen's notes could not explain

The twisted, mangled car,

And how the three of them escaped

Without a single scar.

But on the cop's report was scribed,

In print so very fine,

An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109.

I watch the world denial
Like drones they slave for life
Like a computer program infected with errors
Forgetting what is right

Brainwashed by the tube
And fed the lies they feed
Never question the men in power
Or their lust for fascist greed

One lie after another
Big smiles with shirt and tie
Repression of political opposition
Blind sheep cant see us cry

A new world order to save the globe
To give us a better world...
Never telling us the true agenda
That their order is meant for control

The iron fist shadows Earth
But we all play into their dream
Control of the masses
By a socialist regime

Carry on now living?
And hold your head up high
But be sure to clean your window
To watch our species die

side by side hand in hand, nudge with hip smiled eyes, tightened grip moon lit tide gentle breeze still side by side toes diggin sand soft waves still the night, tender kiss they embrace shadow cast as one, nape of her neck she's faced to the sky silent thoughts yet not shared, toes diggin sand down the beach hand in hand. . . . . . .

captive childhood imagination the sight of a centaur an thought of pegasis where'd they exist, a faun a troll winged dragon in flight, page by page it's child's mind delight, in awe of the unicorn up on hind's flowing mane, folklore an legend's centuries old, on the edge of the seat listening while storie's be told.

I look at the night time sky,
my eyes a mystic hue.
I see a glimmering star,
dancing around in the cosmic veil,
shimmering and moving around a moons glade.

I look back in time, two hundred years or three,
when that star made it’s journey to me.
It’s mystical hue reaching my eye,
Though space and time, and here we rhyme.

Did hunters and gatherers live in this time?,
Or sailors find lands by following its chime ?.
In the blink of an eye, I’m frozen in time,
by following the rhyme of starlights demise.

Were wars fought or slaves bought from faraway tides?
Did Napoleon pray to the starlights prize ?
while slaves lives were shipped on the tides,
And mothers wails, while the sails fade.

This star of mine, seen many pines,
Deaths and regrets, wrecks and neglect.
This star of mine frozen in time,
in the gleam of my eye and the hue of my mind,
She glimmers and shines,
just frozen in time.

The space i have is pretty tight,
I haven't got enough room to write,
Why am I writing this poem shite,
because i'm stuck indoors and it's sunday night!!

Thank you

Ebb n flow, tributaried whirlpools with currented under toe, wind driven white capped, aged mark on the shores it's crest, rivers an oceans ponds an a stream, blues turquoise greens rusty red, liquid salt an fresh waterways, cloud's in front sun now hides, when's clear blue sky, Diamond Tipped Rides!