Newest Free Verse Poems (29,539)

Eggs
Colored
Chocolates
Bought
Decorations
Hung
Three Days
Off
Easter Bunny
At the Mall
Jesus
Thankful

Good morning America.
We’re mourning America.
The, once great America,
Dear God save America.
What the hell is happening?
Crimes were once a bad thing.
The hypocrisy is maddening,
He’s why the world is laughing.
Now what of law and order?
Most look on in horror,
Seniors breaking bad
On Pennsylvania ave,
And he was proud as peacocks,
The former “king of New York”
My, my look what we’ve got,
Tempest in a teapot.
See the rich and powerful,
They too are accountable,
So I won’t shed a tear,
While justice has two tiers,
One for me and mine,
For whom she’s never blind,
In the life a day,
Rich men never pay!
Poor man chasing dreams,
These men devils’ schemes,
And I won’t say his name
The lies his claim to fame.
So let him do the perp walk,
Mugshots take them too,
And let the whole world watch
See what pride does to a fool!

There was an oyster laying on the shore
That everyone walked by and ignored
For years it was there in the sand
Waiting to be discovered by a human hand

A special miracle started happening inside
A secret God had placed there to hide
Away where no one could see
Grew a precious gem only made by the sea

A lustrous shimmering beautiful pearl
Whose beauty was about to be revealed
A child collecting shells opened to see
A hard beautiful object the size of a pea

God gave the gift of his son to pave our way
To Eternal Life in Heaven our own Easter Day
The beautiful white pearl innocent and white
God’s wondrous work had come to light

Crescent moon, through silver birch shine
Branches not clad in green, send a sign
Autumn is here, as the summer days fade
Erratic temperatures, to prepare and gauge
Chilly mornings, equally chilly evenings cool
In preparation, cannot bury head to be fooled
After summer, when floods-rainfall took control
Breaking hearts, rural communities fought for soul
Now the clean up, starts to make its impact felt
After devastation, so many people were dealt
Will winter prove manageable, weather wise
Aftermath of such damage, out of silt rise
Bring hope, families gain strength stand strong
Those who lost so much, gain inner peace longed

My life has been a progression, of what I will call
Projects and hobbies, that certainly had a pull
Towards interests, forming routes throughout life
Giving me much pleasure, rather than daily strife

So when you finally focus in maturity, what you enjoy
No longer sharing, with young friends-cousins-girls-boys
One can developed interests, become a loner of sorts
Crafts, dance and writing, just some interests I caught

When did I become a teacher, it happened over time
As a married woman I accepted, travel became a sign
Changes came rapidly, family almost lost, left far behind
One forges a new lifestyle, and a new direction is refined

When we cross the world, we rarely know how it'll end
When new strangers, become our now important friends
I wonder how many people, accept such life changing times
Opening up new horizons, somehow displaced of a kind.

I often wonder what my life would have been, if I stayed
Would I have had so many opportunities, that came my way
Or could it be change, making us venture outside comfort zones
Giving unexpected adventures, when accepting a new husband/wife...
Together to roam .......

Does an extended hand, invite another
To take hold, and so accept and cover
One that is wary, commitment will give
A new step forward, for two loves to live

No one can know, how it will end
Whether as lovers, or even friends
True love needs work, that we know
Often confusion, whether friend or foe

Love rarely follows, an even level path
Easy getting swamped, with doubts cast
Passion and uncertainty, a mix of turmoil
Like seeds sown on rocks, not virgin soil

For love to survive, it will need compassion
From one or both, forgiveness, not passion
A cool head, not a loudly beating heart
To merge a couple's love, before they part

I've been listening to music since I can remember
My earliest memory was Neil Diamond
Then there was Afternoon Delight and Rubberband Man in 1976
I really got into the groove in 1983
Michael Jackson and The Police had my attention
I used to listen to my music on records from 1983 to 1985
Then it was cassettes in my car from 1985 to 2001
I got my first CDs in 1999 and played them in my car in 2002 to 2019
Now I have to listen to MP3 on my flash drives
It holds over 3,000 songs which to me is amazing
I also have my cell phone where I can listen to anything on YouTube
My last song was OMD's So In Love

There are times in life, we delve into the past
Not seeking sad times, but when happiness cast
An uplifting period, that showed me a new way
To move forward, for those forthcoming days

Music was involved, as it set the real scene
And so recently, I followed a path I'd been
In the hope to help others, that is my goal
Maybe in the process, heal my own soul

Dance has been my life, seeing others smile
I intend to combine, within my experience style
So during our kiwi winter, I will share as I can
It's already past planning, arrangements in hand

I may not be competing, but an afternoon a week
Will I hope give others friendships, when they meet
Other who want to learn to dance, or just a place to go
Joining others I've taught, and the seed of dance sow

If I can uplift, those who feel isolated and really alone
To try some new hobbies, and other are close by phone
We all have a time in life, when we have to take a stand
Take a new direction briefly, giving other a helping hand

This, a time in life dare i admit, I feel out of focus
A mariner on the sea of life, without a compass
It happens, but is it I'm just out of sorts
Or more serious, searching for a port
To rest up and take a much needed rest
Without feeling, I'm preparing to take a test
A place I can slip, take a holiday gain strength
Not knowing how long I'll flounder, time and length
Probably just a hic-cup, as I navigate my life
Accept what is on offer, smile without any strife
I do believe we have to experience down times
To appreciate special moments, to set in rhymes
Just around the corner, waiting to be found
Hope is a word, that my future must be bound
So I accept, the journey with hidden ends
Straight roads are boring, but take care on all bends

Season of Persephone
nymphs dance in abandon
to the will of Apollo

I walk the country lanes
rain falls as distant mandolins
awaken to a daffodil dawn

Mist holding in shrines
in the mornings it works up the valley
cherry blossom ripe