Free Verse Poems (29,543)

I woke up on a tight-rope
above what I could not see
such is life, for me and others
facing worse
Today, like another strung bead, ends
as on the street passes a child wheeling another
legless and unable to grasp anything

his hands are useless except to cradle
what I press there - a coin

this boy is cared for only by another
together making 17 years
and together they find life
as it is for them
found by fate without design
though the whole world might be blind
to their plight
while gringos look the other way
and those who live on the shore
polish their views from picture windows
not a whit to spare
to help to give more life
a fraction of ascension

and I overextended
facing a sinking treasure
pass to him and pal
and to old women
and the solitary blind
my meager funds
happily joyfully
and trust that phenomena
will spare me and mine kind
desperation though destitution
tortillas and salt each day only
garnished with wild herbs - weeds

while touristas sit plush and flush
and drink old wine from crystal
and gaze with vacuous souls
out the window
thinking of trifles and trinkets
and worrisome of a stain
on a designer shirt
or if the suitcase is big enough
for what they've
bought
knowing the history
it floods me past and present
and presages the future
where I gaze upon Chi ya'- Near water
and imagine the ancient priests
tear hearts out of slaves and prisoners
and captured warriors
feeding blood to their idols
offering the still beating heart to them
then casting their bodies down the temple stairs
tumbling rolling
crashing heartless in the dust
to the glee of their captors
who take them home headless, as trophies
and perch them dressed upon a seat
where they feast and celebrate with others
the misfortune
that still today we wreak upon our brothers
and especially upon
the children

a child at my gate
Francisco has waited
for my return
his clothes more soil than cloth
make him all the more
invisible
he has found the small coins
I left him as usual hidden
under our secret stone
but that was yesterday
and so I fish more coins
from my scant supply
from my too fine bag
and hand them over making big eyes
which he gleefully replicates
then he sees the bread
"y pan?" he asks
already tasting the spongy goodness
eyes looking up at me and beyond
and remembering that
a prophet once said that man
does not live by bread alone
I tear a big piece from mine
and thrust it at him
and give a bit of life
by the grace of the prophet

Na ka bii'? I ask his name
and he searches himself
for a proper reply
Majon Pak ; Without Money

and so we have touched
bridged by bread and a coin
on this muddy path
strewn with garbage
souls white as dough and
hard as bronze
each of us this day
this yesterday and tomorrow
look forward
each in his own way
down or up the path away....

I was offered five scoops
of ice cream
at the Table.

Couldn't help but notice few others were.

Some were offered six, and i saw one poor woman
who only got a spoonful.

each tub was clearly labled,
not with flavors, but traits.

hmm.

"Two of quick wit,
one each of stamina, patience anf fortitude. Please.

"very good sir."

can you believe that?

"Sir."

I feel as if I'm falling
Into the oblivion below
Faintly, I hear you calling
I wonder if you're friend or foe
I feel like I don't know you
You've shown me only part of yourself
I don't know what to say or do
I know that we are beyond help
You never tell me anything
And you get so mad when I ask
Anger is what I seem to bring
When I cry all you do is laugh
You know how much this hurts me
As I think the world of you
Obviously we weren't meant to be
And we both know this is true

A people shunned, a people hushed
Their freedom turned to sand
No right to speak, no right to be
The people of this land
Their children taken from their homes
And thrown into a cell
The families sit with no recourse
As they live out this hell
An evil man who rules them all
He sits atop a bloody throne
And all the while, his missiles fly
As he destroys his own
The world looked on, with blinded eyes
And tried to form a pact
But 9/11 came to pass
So now its time to act
The USA, and Britain too
Charged in, ideals held near
To oust the one, who for so long
Had ruled his land with fear
The bombs they fell, the rockets flew
The air-raid sirens blare
They sound of freedom coming home
From decades of despair
The mighty tanks, they rumbled on
From town to town they went
We had to be, so very sure
The message had been sent
The smoke has cleared, but people weep
From all the death they see
But they shall learn, just as we have
That freedom is not free
So we shall stay, as guardians
And never turn our back
For it can never be again
The prison of Iraq.

They have life,
They are flesh and blood,
They have families,
They are just like you and me.

They feel pain,
They get hurt,
Though they can't say it,
The way we blurt.

Animals just look different,
They aren’t other,
Created by the same Creator,
We just are crueller.

We conquer,
We give them no space,
We do not compliment them,
As how our Creator said.

Know you people,
Creations of God,
Love other creatures,
Do not get them gnawed.

I got you a line,
Cause I need to know,
What happened today?
For I not know.

My legs don't take me,
To places, to go,
So you ought to tell me,
What I need to know.

That funny feeling,
When I know you're going to ring,
That funny feeling,
Yes! And you called.

Lonely, waiting,
Patiently staying,
Anticipating,
Hoping you would call.

Once on line,
We chat nonstop,
Time flies,
No cares, no stop.

Gossip some say,
Perhaps it is!
But when our two minds work,
In-depth it is.

Analyse we,
Happenings of the day,
Amuse at times,
Puzzled are we.

Sadness we share,
Joy we receive,
Goodness we give,
Glad to be friends.

At times you switch off,
A break is needed,
To rest the mind,
The soul and all.

If we should stop,
We know we would miss,
A never ending conversation,
That's forever bliss.

The one who began this chase
Is no longer running,
He has slowed to a walk.
He is prepared to give up.

I tease.
I banter.
I tempt him.

But he is strong willed.
He won't be hurt again...

But why the chase in the beginning?
Why set the desires free?
Why even begin a chase,
When it is so easily given up on...

So now I am am running alone.

I skip.
I hop.
I playfully jig.

But when I look back
-He isn't even watching...

He has given up,
Before it even had a chance to begin...

He has stopped,
Before we had the time... the opportunity...

So I turn and follow him.

His rejection hurts.

His pain is so vivid that I am scared...

I do not want to be hurt either...

So carefully,
Without touching.
Without words.
Without emotions.

We walk.

Side by side.

Knowing that there will always be 'this'

The friendship.

Your like a sunny day
Making me see
all the beuaty
thats in front of me

Birds singing
lawn moers cutting
people chatting
flowers blooming

The sun shines
Theres a smile of my face
Feeling so free
Out of that dark place

I want to hold you
I dont want to let go
Your so perfect
Together we flow

How can i return
Such a perfect manner
You lay everything down
in a wonderfull platter

Your heart is warm
Your feelings go deep
I like you so much
Im yours to keep

Larne’s Life

This is the way she was,Loch Larne,

Prolifically teemed with fish and vegetation,

The air about her abundantly sweet.

Bushes and willows animated her wonder,

For friendly fishermen to laze around her.

The skies and trees were full.



No one comes to see her anymore,

The way she is now.

Larne lies suffering,

Abandoned,

Raped by filth.

Her wound’s

Incurable,

Squalid,

Smelling.

Willows weep.

Skies and trees lie barren.

A hush of Death

Fills the air.

The seven year old boy wears his Sunday best this day.
His porcelain face is flawless,
and his complexion rosy- a work of art.
His neatly pressed clothes perfectly fit,
and adorn him handsomely.
Yet, the mannequin body is inanimate,
as it rests in a small grey casket.