Random Free Verse Poems (29,539)

I love you

would there be a better way to live
than to love and be loved?

I love you

no pressure, just feeling free
no demands, no boundary

I love you

you give me your heart
your failures, success, trust

I love you

you can go anytime you want
but I know, you will stay

because, you love me, too
and this is our way

together

our connection, unrestrained
wrapped secured in your strong arms

you and I feel ourselves entwined
so at peace, yet so unbound

we love each other, with respect
trust we both share

I hope, to last forever.

I love you.

A Lonely Christmas Poem



Often in these quiet peaceful times

My thoughts gel and run in rhymes

And so it is with Christmas all alone

Here I sit pondering cold as a stone



Here in solitude without my love

Wishing to be taken to heaven above

Feeling that urge with no one near

No one to say “I love you my dear”



At times like these my words unfurl

Just waiting to be said to the right girl

The woman that God made to be my wife

And share together a loving life



To her I would say “I Love You!”

With a love that’s forevermore true

It’s eternal, unending, to the last day

Waiting when…. I love you I’ll say

Evening wraps its gentle ways
Like a lovers arm around the summers day
As thatched roofs muster in whitewashed walls
Beneath thick feathery eaves for the night

Beneath a symphony of seagulls
Fish and chips are eaten from
white paper wrapping
Cars pass by, anglers unload their bounty
and boats are washed down
Life tapping its toes to the reel of living

Pausing before the invitation as an old man
savours a large ice cream cone, there is no lust
in his licking but the experience of tasting
and we go with the anticipation of lovers

To dine. we sit at a table just before
A Galway hooker leaves Carraroe
Watching the sea in her eyes as it
crests the horizon.
Did beauty take me through blue eyes
Like the sea on a clear day
Or was it Gopal's alchemy with food
As we lifted our spoons into a
sea of sensual tasting.

Before mass on Inish Mor we sit down
on a rock, I watch her take prawns
Like communion in a pagan ritual;
Shane calls from a hooker
He has captained to bring us back to the mainland

Helping her aboard, I catch
her eye in Dun Aengus
Sitting up on a load of turf we surf
into Galway bay
I kiss the wine to her lips
And the wind took her hair like the
pirate queen of old

Looking up into 'sea the stars' I wonder
Did Sutton paint the moon as well
And who made the fox silver.......

Hi! I am La Dudester by name. I seek out to find
a woman of a diffferent woman. And when
somebody told her she was a woman she
must still be able to knock them out with
a frying pan..

Six days ago I fell into a ditch. The
fire department pulled me out, and while
I was crying they bought me an ice cream
cone for 40 cents. They only did that
because my mother is from Egypt.

I am a man of great adventure. I watch
duck in park.

Twelve times I dated a woman of a different name but she still refused to
give birth to my 13 babies.

I single handedly overthrew the government of an entire nation but my
X- girlfriend said, 'That I still wasen't
tough enough.'

I am a warrior. One day I rode a horse into battle at 300 miles an hour. They
never did find the horse.

I'm planning to take a trip to another
planet one day. My X- boss has given up
his life savings to make sure I get there.

This new woman I seek on the site must
be willing to sleep in the woods for five
years before we sign a prenuptial agreement.

I am La Dudester.

Come to my country this Thursday night
so we can stand out on the street and
watch a circus horse tear up the town.

I am La Dudester!

You can email me @ dip dip La dip dip.
Or call me on 897-563-2942-638-074-024
My country is waiting to take your call

Send me a bag of french fries along with
your bank account number, birth certificate, and the deed to all your personal property. Lol.

Carve a rainbow
in the moonlight
shed the waves
of tears for all
end the dance
of the moonbeams
early morning
begins to fall

Hold the dream
tender ocean
calm and still
you mighty sea
sink or swim
on our voyage
to the land
where time stands still...

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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 4:28 PM WET

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Redex Chichesters, West Sussex, England UK
Tue Jun 14, 2011 10:54 AM WET
Yes christian I still hold onto the dream what a lovely way to put it. Hope you are well, my poet friend
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Tue Jun 14, 2011 4:53 PM WET
hi redex thank you for your asking, hope you are doing well too..appreciate your comment on the poem

thesunandthesea Bangkok, Amphoe Bang Kapi Thailand
Tue Jun 14, 2011 5:26 PM WET
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-------------!@#$%&&^%$#
Mr. DIOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OHHHHHhhhhh---- where have you been?
Have you seen my twin or Scat??? where time stands still Nice write and beautiful...
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Sat Jun 18, 2011 1:34 PM WET
hi thesunandthesea, this is mr dior replying to you..lol...thanks so much for your thoughts on the poem..glad you liked these...you can now link up with your twin who is back on c.s..i guess twins will have fun..

SCatlyn San Antonio, Cardiff, South Glamorgan, Wales UK
Mon Jun 20, 2011 4:28 PM WET
Wow, Mr. Dior! You're a very romantic writer. Started to quote a line...but I'd pretty much end up quoting it all. Beautiful!!
-Hi my flirty twin!! Still can't believe some think I'm the mischievous twin So happy to find you on Mr. Dior's romantic poem... I've been here, there, and everywhere... hope to be here more, soon!
(Thanks for allowing us to meet up in the comments, Mr. Christian - your poem is - "Carve a rainbow..." fantastic!!)

vyoleta Arkaroola, South Australia Australia
Mon Jun 20, 2011 4:36 PM WET
It is so beautiful and the colour of the background just fits properly. Magnificent!

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Mon Jun 20, 2011 7:15 PM WET
hi scatlyn well thank you..i recall you did some poetry & did it well.. so you can easily i think put some in..i appreciate all your comments..and the warmth and kindness... looks like i'm writing to the other half of the twins..you are welcome to drop in... thank you for such a rating of worth of my poem..i like to write & sometimes there is a flow...then i know it has something more...thank you twin scatlyn...

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Mon Jun 20, 2011 7:17 PM WET
hi vyoleta thank you for your value on this poem.. it means a lot when the poem has such reviews..its appreciated...

Earlgreytea Limassol, Limassol Cyprus
Sat Jun 25, 2011 4:12 PM WET
3 words, you are talented...
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Sat Jun 25, 2011 4:19 PM WET
hi earlgrey...hey thanks for that..you do pretty good yourself with your poems..

Uwie goowie was a worm and a good little worm was he. One day upone the railaway track the train he did not see. Uwie goowie

I've been constantly becoming what I fear the most,
That sh!t is grose!
Addiction runs further than the eye can see,
I need you to see...this place...inside...
MY HEAD!
Time after time,
Questioning love clouds my mind,
As slumbering into frantic frustration!
I've been called a failure too many times,
As I'm stepping towards total annihilation!
I fear I'm becoming what others want me to become,
Open your eyes & you'll see where all my hatred comes from!
Look inside my head!
Look inside my ugly skull!
Look at my stupid f#ck!ng brain that always got me F's in school!
A memory in a whisper, standing in fields of fire!
Unbound ability to play with unspoken fears & desires!
A labeled land where wearing grin provokes sin to win unstable man with in a system is just that...a system.

Question after question,
No more answers for suggestion,
As I'm melting to my perfect level of anger!
Constantly lying & causing your drama,
All the while you were pointing your finger!
This situation at hand is overwhelming me,
My minds drifted far from it's realm,
I can hardly see, what's in front of me?
My mind tries to disregard the memory!
Losing, junkie, addict! Choosing misery & heavy static!
I know I'll be O.K. so long as double D is in the attic!
Look inside my head!
Look inside my ugly dome!
Look at my stupid f#ck!ng brain that always took me so far from home!
Listen to the whisper, swept off to fields of fire!
Playing with unspoken fear & desire!
Liars win sin & wear their label at the table of the law with a grin laughing with in a system is just that...a system!

Fight after fight,
Nurture my soul tonight,
As I rest in your clouds of ecstasy!
Only you can put me back together 'cause,
You are the one who has made this mess of me!!!
Something won't allow me to float above,
I can't shove these feelings aside to hide them!
Sooner or later my wondering mind will find them!
Only time will tell,
So I'm forced to wait until then,
To show my love to you & put it all out in the open!!!
Look inside my head!
Look inside my filthy brain!
Look at this stupid f#ck!ng brain that always brought me so much pain!!!!!
I hear the faint memory like a whisper of my mind dappers inside calling out tears of fire!
I have the ability to play with unspoken fears & desires!
Releasing life & death, can't get any higher!
Reborn I smile I win.
Dying I cast a grin.
Deaths dirty sin.
Not even death can stop whats with in!
This...is...within a system...which...is...just that.

...a system...


Troubled.
Austin J. Frick
Age Of Reason Is Now
May 2005-June 2007.

~ Precious ~ Rhymes ~
~ Enter ~ Minds ~
~>In ~ Sleepy ~ Tyme ~
~ Cascades ~ The ~ Flow ~
~ You ~ Know ~
~ Head ~>TO~> Pill~OW <~
Where ~ Dreams ~ Of`ten ~> Go
<~Back ~ From ~ That ~ Source
~ Where ~ Splendid ~ Magic ~
~ Flashes ~ Sublime ~
? Now ? Could ? This ? Be=Real ?
=This=Holy=Grail=
? And ? Is ? All ? Al?Right ?
~ For ~ Now ~ My ~ Son ~
~ A~Waken ~ To~Night ~
~ And ~ You ~ Shall ~ See ~
~ I'll ~ Send ~ Three ~ Angels ~>
<~ Just ~ For ~ Thee ~
~ Yes ~ Sir ~ Galahad ~
~ Of ~ Yester~Year ~
`Twas ~ Ne`er ~ A ~ Dream
~ But ~ Sweet ~ Reality ~

Pondering Rumi (and a little more)

I was thinking about our common love of Rumi.
I was thinking about our common love and prayer for a
more just and humane world.

Then I got sleepy...

Then I closed my eyes....

i heard voices of fear, screams of sorrow and anger.
i saw the buildings felled like trees....
once they stood like the majestic mountains...
forests of fire - ablaze with hatred.
hatred of a conquest...
hatred of an assumed master,
none more certain of this assumed relationship
the the master himself!

Your beloved Lebanon...
My beloved Ireland...

Our beloved Palestine...
the dwelling place of the bravest,
and yet occupied by the cowardly
and the least among us all*

The Zionist spilled blood and innocence on the Irish glen and green....
Who but the same beast...
now spills blood on the Palestinian hills and plains.

Who. but the Zionist will reap what they sow,
and lose what they now have.

I began pondering again of Rumi...
Our beloved Rumi.


G.M. Sexton

Hands held high,
A palpable atmosphere descends around her, of doom coming nigh,
A laugh….As outstretched fingers grasp the air,
Sudden strong gusts of wind start to tousle her bright red hair,
Then….Long fingers made into a fist,
A quick flick of the wrist,
A lightning flash,
A nearby tree is felled….. Turned to trash!
Dark clouds around her begin to race,
Louder laughs as more lightning bolts, their paths begin to trace,
Faster and faster the wind begins to spin,
Against gravity, lifting her……Starting to win,
Now….she’s hovering above the ground,
Clouds of debris flying round and round,
Yet all in the centre is now dead calm,
As her green eyes flash, lighting the evil dark laden balm.
She chants a phrase….Over and over,
More trees are uprooted…..Grass and clover,
Then….The second phrase to begin,
The resurrection of one that rules all mayhem and sin,
Third phrase now……The final part….
As beneath the meadow a shuddering does start,
Soon turning to a violent shaking…..
Frightened animals running in all directions now, as it starts making,
A sort of fuzziness above the ground appear,
Distorting time and distance….Making far seem near…..
Then as she had wished,
Something started to take form, in the circle of meadow, now demolished,
As it was long ago foretold…..
In the pages of old,
That…..After a kind Wizards “Becoming”,
The Cruel one of Mayhem would have a second coming,
Then….For the first time in an eon, his body,…..Fresh air feels……
Before her master, She kneels…..
He…….Now free of his prison…….
He…….Who is called Egron….
Dark Lord of all the Groth……..
Is now…..Arisen!