Newest Free Verse Poems (29,539)

In this day i cannot say why there eyes met with symmetrical position,
dying elevates the need for life.

recognition is an understanding don’t pretend,
the soul cries until the body denies such demise. listening to a fate sealed by the sealed, toxic enemies created by desire which emotion with ugly denomination,
falls guaranteed ill relief a drug a temptation to alter the alter,
to reset time, it does not exist now is when now began otherwise imagination was a terminal premonition fate foretold by few understood by one. empty barrels crash its gone its gone. Forgotten to grim this end will just begin.

Rap a tap,
Not feeling the vibe
Rap a tap.
Information online

Sending a text
Information untamed.
The aftermath can send us insane.

Rap a tap,
Quick to release.
Into the world like a raging beast.

Connection to the world.
Just one tap away
Yet we treat in so nonchalantly.

Rap a tap,
No checks just release
Rap a tap,
Deletion the impact dose not decrease.

Rap a tap.
Be careful what you text.
But you’re not alone.
Millions rap a tap away.
Ironically with very little to say.

Teach me how to fly over a stormy sea
teach me how to live my time
now I no longer have time
you little star without a sky
love me always
love me tenderly
without asking why
my heart is broken
but.. in every small part of it the memory of you lives
the perfume of you lives
teach me how to fly beyond the lines of a new beginning
the boundaries of a new hope.
Dry your tears
don't you cry,
if you love me.. your smile will be
my peace.

The jubilation of the rose
that it doth rest upon the heath
its florid courtly promise
Oh it is to a woman shed
by these, the bravest of men
both vigor and rectitude
for in youth apparent
we did look to release
much life from solitaire
return thee to the soil
these the spoils of heaven
such that all may rest again
within this earth

I suppose even heaven can wait,
So is the burden on the heart
Knowing the disapointment you sense and feel
Once there never forgotten?
We have to move on
Like a train leaving a station but not knowing if you will return
Waiting can drain you to the core
Sure it was nice but to be perfect in this world does not seem to exist
We cannot close the door but the draught can be disturbing
A man has to take it, to be a Man is to take it
Move on until the next time it happens but there is always a chance
A chance that it will never happen again!

Drifting in thought an element of rot
the stench was in the air
Whod it be, the next one caught
whilst villagers danced with flair

Round and round the dancers danced
whilst about the fire they went
We all looked on as if entranced
upon their movements we just starred

The occasional cry out a singers yell
marking the change of the rhythms drum
One by one like a story the dancers would tell
as the nearby witches in all their glory would hum
they began to make the spell

Seducing and Sultry the movements grew stronger
the Spell was spoken into the air
Each of us transfixed whilst blinking no longer
Upon the flames and movement we starred

Hickery stickery Oh Golems Tomb
Awake dear one we summons thee
We give you strength to appear
Awake now you sleeping sprite
Bring upon us no reigning doom
We give you life to set you free
Come now dear one Drink of our Light

From over yonder came a witch walking
and into the culdron casting the herb
Careful not to interrupt our attention as if to not disturb
More herbs now to herself she kept talking
In some other language she spoke the word

Transfixed even more, onto the fire, we all heard Liar!
a man yelled to another near a tent
a fight broke out and the men settled soon
As if nothing had happened their energy spent

Meanwhile the dancers whirling and twirling
As we kept our transfixed gaze
One of the villagers felt sick, began hurling
All our heads felt weird in a maze
The Witches continued their spell

With a thunderous Snap, Pop, and Crackle
the embers in the fire grew ablaze
The Smoke grew higher, higher and higher
Whilst we felt drunk in a daze

Dillard: "Mom!! Amber wont leave me alone! I'm trying to write a poem here."
Amber: "Dillard come on! get out of the bathroom I need to brush my hair!
Why do you always write poems in the bathroom, anyway? you freak!"
Mom: Dillard, give your sister the bathroom. I've talked to you about this before."
Dillard with his notebook and pen stampered out of the bathroom and went off to his room.
Amber: Finally, you dork!
Dillard yelling: Yeah, well one day I might write about you! What will you say then?!

So who will give their pixel up
Not one or two or three or five
or six or seven or eight or nine
Maybe ten will split the litttle squeak
can never have too many hens

If ya like to stare
then take the dare
and split a tire or two
cause he's about to lay her out
and there aint nothin you can do
He's gonna start real slow
gettin her wet and all squirelly
get ready cause shes sure about surely
gonna give dat Bing da Bot Bam Boom
To bang for a measily buck ride or two
And if that aint enough to make you choke
then listen up close ya all hear me now folk
We havent even gotten to the part thats rottten where
little lady slides over where we hit first gear
And we're just coastin to the startin line

Now methinks her grumble and that Hemi's rumble
Might exsplain why they be talkin bout that Ol' Fenders Flap
cause bout this time that youngin girl just made a move
Whilst twilights tinker is eyeballin the stinker
That ol chap is thinkin about taken a lap
He revs his gas knowin that shes a real drinker
Hot Lottery Damn! Shes a hook line and sinker
Dat Boy revved so hard fire came out of dem pipes
As he approaches the startin line

"One by one dear father I shall reign thine wrath upon them and by thine own steed I shall forcefully alight within them the burning embers of your fury. I will storm every mental stronghold they hath risen and knock it down to the astral ruins of decaying ash and broken stone. I shall not allow one left, of any age, holding any emotional blade against you. Rest here now and get better,father. For I goeth not by the strength of your name alone. It is your Lineage that you, by-and-through me and through every weapon sharp-and-blunt forged by every mind, that I defend with mine every thought word deed and action. As the leading architect of this plight Your courage and will doth burn brightly within me and I shall wield a thousand blows with every strike that plunders its way into their animated corpses of corrupt mortality, as I speak unto them their disgressions whilst they fall by the linguistic swords they are not worthy of wielding. From their throats and chests I shall have every one of their voices: the perversions of their languages to be heard no more. And if my thoughts words deeds and action doth not bring upon us a faster return of Christ then at the very least the song of his name shall be heard upon the whispers of the dying as they, -at the last moment- repent for their wrongdoings as the Holy spirit receeds from their broken corpses of sin disease and death. Their corrupted soul shall be gone into the winds as the Prince of the airs taketh them into the ever burning frozen depths of perdition. Their souls dear father shall be buried within the coffins of mine own memory and therein they shall not escape. For upon them I shall place each Seal according to their merit. And if it pleaseth thee dear father I shall set their seals aflame that all shall know they are marked as the traitors of righteousness, thieves of passion, destroyers of things lovely, and eternal entrepreneurs of the iniquities of man."

I dont like vegetables I prefer things fruity
To say to the lass the last was best
I am not without thine little things
I am not without the best
Iam not without thine beauty
I am what I am nothing more nothing less
A soundless tone dancing on many strings
I will relieve you of all types of stresss
Dance with me, As we enter a new year

Who upon thine word be bidding
Oh who upon thine word be do
A laughing truffles gammets lot
Or wood behoove you the word that do
I am grumpy nothings wrong
everythings bad I hate that song
Go to talk to Sleepy hes okay
I stammered I went I saw littles at play
I saught out sleepy the very next day
Little would grow and little would say
Little by little I go each day
Then with Froth and marching moan
The door swung open and the old man groaned
In walked Little nothing too small
Not a jot nor a tittle
too long for the haul
Stepped out a man with whiskered teeth
Something for me tummy I reckon we'll feast
Till that storm out there passeth we be having our stay
Make me a brewsky, Yo, make it today!
So off with me shriken into the woods I go
Whilst over yonder I be checkin
for all dem tings that say Boo at night and glow
just to can me some wood chop wood wood chop a wood
then back to the Cantena I go
For some heat it'd be good for real be good
ahhh the pleasures of the burning wood.