Random Free Verse Poems (29,539)

Tears in my eyes
My mind races with regret
Making mistakes every day
How much worse can it get?
Rolling around with despair
Feeling dirty and worthless
Life has to be more than this
I feel rage from all of the stress.
Something deep and true within me
Begins to beg for something bigger
Could there be something out there
That could possibly love this loser?
Then though all of the pain
All of the guilt and all of the fears
Shines a glimmer of hope
It’s Something that wipes away my tears.
Suddenly I know, through this shadow of affliction
That The Creator of the universe
Has graciously given me all of His attention
He gently whispers to my soul
That He loves me more than I can imagine
Clarity has instantly become a reality
The possibility of true hope is within sight
My God, You really DO love me
I’ve been so blinded every day
What do I have to do for You?
How could I possibly repay?
Then again a gentle whisper
Comforts me with absolute truth
He says He wants nothing from me
Everything He’s given me is free.
Freely given love, freely given hope
Freely given every wonderful thing
This light inside the dark tunnel
Actually gives me confidence to cope.
I realize that what He said
Isn’t that I’ll be trouble free
But I now have a place for shelter
A sure place to rest my head.

You left me, sweet, two legacies,
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;


You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me.

I know you find it hard to shake the memory of the past
i know that you wonder if our love will last
i know that you doubt what you see in your soul
and wonder if anyman can ever make you whole

But i have to say and the words are real and true
that the sun and all its planets revolve around you
the waves in the ocean the trees on the land
all move inside you and are your hearts command

so the past may be a dark place were they do things diffrently there
and you may be scared that your heading right back there
but the future is a golden road and its straight and true
and like the roads of Roman days they head back straight to you

"sizes matter" chirped the hatter before
popping the size 8 and 1/4 on his head
and jumping theatrically into his bed
hat and clothes all snuggled into dreams

"things aren't always what they seem"
he muttered as he drifted slowly to slumber
and counted sheep with irrational numbers
shearing off some wooly fractions

then, arising after slumbered satisfaction
to further woolgather a daytime indulgence
about teas and tease, a timely innocence
to tickle his taste buds, two lumps please

though he oft prefers the honey of bees
he then wanders off over knoll and swale
to encounter his comrades and tell a tale
of little girls and deep dark wells

and felines with invisibility spells
and ravens much like a writing desk
riddles without answers, and other mess
that seems to jump from head to mouth

though facing south to tell the truth
to let the sun shine onto his face
he'd stuck with hare in tea time and place
so matter-of-factly exclaims "shall I pour?"

but quickly adds "sizes matter", like before

© Goode Guy 2011-09-14

Do not sing
My song.
I must sing this song
Myself,
And then die.

This song is more soiled than the earth,
As old as the sun,
For many births I have had to live
The weight of its words.
No one else has the ability
To bring voice to it.
This song was born with me,
And will die with me.
I must sing this song
Myself,
And then die.

This song has a rare melody,
It is filled with pain.
It is like the shriek of cranes
Heard from distant mountains in autumn.
Or the clamor of birds in a forest,
Heard in a chaste dawn.
Or the sound of the wind flowing through high grasses
Heard on a black night.
I must sing this song
Myself,
And then die.

When I and my songs
Both die,
They who inhabit separation-houses
Will seek out my grave.
With one voice,
They will declare,
“Only a very few are fated
To shoulder such pain.”

Do not sing
This song of mine.
I must sing this song
Myself,
And then die.

Bright full moon shining in the night,
Giving me light. Such a delight !
Talk to me, tell me and make me see,
That he is thinking only of me.

Beautiful object in the night sky,
Lighten the darkness with
A luminescence smile.
In the quiet of the night, I shout.

Calm and still, but quiet, no!
My heart is shouting for mine own.
Look at this wondrous planet, and see,
And feel my love – so bountiful and free.
So large, as is the silence of the moon for me.

PALOMA'S CHALLENGE

can I claim to live
in the landscape of my dreams
where your presence is caped
in Gossamer of my longings

only then
can the heralded Nacreous beauty
with Ataraxia I am most compelled
to get a hold of me
to lay down,
my broken heart
and
my weary mind

and as I am lured
into the Cosmogyral flow
with my soul dancing
in an Aeolian echo
nourishing my memory
to keep thinking of you
for
how can I be detached
from the Reminiscence
of our past
when all the heart beats I have
twirl and dance
in the Psyturism of
the golden wind

I kneel in Reverence
as I pay tribute to our love
I will forever treasure in my heart

because I have always loved you.

A loving heart ... I do see in thee.

A faint glow on your face.

Yet, of what use to be...

And now lost to her, her place...

What pain does she hide....

For all to see...

Her heart must have died...

Bound in dark sea...

Pray thee eyes were open...

Her smile to return...

Her hurt unspoken...

The pain she felt earned...

What pain does she hide for all to see...

Her beauty is still there........ just hidden from me.

If I could say the words I think
My tongue may over work and bust;
I'd make Old Shakespeare arise and say,
"What varlot now disturbs my dust?"

If I could do the things which I
Am simply aching to perform;
I'd rope the lightning and I'd jerk,
The terror from the blinding storm.

I'd use a comet for a bronc
And ride him straight-up and proud;
My spurs would be a pair of stars,
My blanket just a fleecy cloud.

I'd round up all the planets and
I'd do it sudden, sure and soon;
Then I'd sit back calm and watch,
Them mill around the helpless moon.

I'd do this all and maybe more
Providing that I thought it would;
To this here broken heart of mine,
Do any sort of passing good.

I'd do it all and take the chance
To hold the trail through and after awhile;
If he would throw me just one word
And tie it up with one sweet smile.

everything was like a dream come true,
then one day everything was so blue.
no one expected, no one even thought,
the worst was about to happen.
it happened so suddenly,
and yet you fought so stubbornly.
we all wanted you to stay,
but your body wouldn't delay.
now you are in heaven,
we are here dreading.
there are days I wonder what did I do,
but I am the one who needs to make it through.
even when it's hard to go on,
our kids needs me to be strong.
I keep looking for you somewhere,
and I wish this was a nightmare.