Random Free Verse Poems (29,539)

A antique put here,
Somehow left there.
Just a chair sits, &
Waits, in the corner
By the stairs...
Nothing visible in the air,
Just this old rocking chair.
Silence in its place,
Movement slowly takes,
It's shape...
A chill fills the atmosphere,
No ones sitting there.
As it rocks back & forth.
Swaying without a care...
Hearing creaking from a distance,
Distraction made more persistent.
Lifting on & off the ground,
Growing weary with each sound.
My heart pulsating, as each
Rock, turns more disturbing.
Crippled by a horrific sound,
A smokey vapor, engulfs &
Surrounds...
The old rocking chair,
A scream of panic, who has occupied
This chair? Is there anyone sitting, there?
As I hide all my fears, behind the
Stairs...
In the midst of all the confusion,
it quickly occurred
To me. Somehow once again, my imagination got
The best of me!!!

Sleeping Rough
Is a way of life
It can be tough
With trouble and strife

Its often very cold
And often very dark
But if I get a dog Im told
He will help protect me with his bark


under my Blankets he will sleep
And help to keep me warm
He will keep us safe with his built in bleep
Until we wake up in the early morn

PEOPLE CALL ME THE SECOND COMING OF VALENTINO; AND NOT JUST A REPLICA OF OLD DINO! IN THE MORNING, I HEAD TO MY FAVORITE IHOP! IN THE AFTERNOON; ON TO PUBLIX; MY FAVORITE PLACE TO SHOP!THOUGH NOT EXTREMELY TALL; I'M NO LITTLE CAESAR! I'M 2 SHORT OF 6, AND A REAL, CROWD PLEASER! IN THE EVENING,I'M OFF TO PARADISE, WHEN MY TEMPERATURE RISES;I'M JUST BEING ME; PACKED WITH MANY SURPRISES! ALL THE GIRLS SAY; I'M QUITE A SHOW STOPPER! IT ALL COMES NATUREL, FOR I POSSESS; THE ORIGINAL; WHOPPER!

Love me more when I deserve less
Love me more when I get wromg
Love more when I am lost
Love me more when I am sad
Love me more,wjem I need love
Love me more when all is blue.

I shoulder my skin
I hold it tight
I just let it breathe
When I feel it's right.

Boundaries of love gone by to the past
Like a flickering candle
Dripping wax turns to cold.

You feel it's been brought to your broadened extreme
A tip of the iceberg is where you were at.

Boundaries of love
Gone by to the past.

Perhaps it was trees
Your heart could not climb
As your mind kept you safe
Where you just should not be.

Sometimes in life love comes to you free
Hard parts knowing what you truly feel inside
Your mind trips you up in a false loving touch
How big do you want it, what you keep is it real.

Boundaries of love
Gone by to the past.

Then you find there's a place
You've never been at
Where it flows from the heart
Not a bit holding back.

Boundaries of love
that were once in the past.


~Bentlee~

It´s not the treasures of the world
which invoken my longing
Far from selfish greed, I write these words
about seeing the one, my flower in her grace

I am not dreaming, or sleeping aswell
understanding, my life was a slumber for years.
Sharpen the senses, give the abstract a body,
Conflict between passion and praise

The sweet ordeur of youth surrounds it
the soft light of morning shines upon
the taste of a new season unfolds
its fine lining from unfullfilled embrace

Protecting the most valuable
the memory of every single moment
exploring insatiable the deepest empathy
for the few moments in this glaze

Prologue

This is a drug induced poem by Bill who was an Hells Angel and a very close friend of mine he called me is little Bro' Bill died in 1992 when he rode his motorcycle off a cliff, it always seemed to me that this poem was (at the time) the final chapter of his life which he wrote 2 years before his death.

(Notoriety updated by request)

Blood pumping eye's burning, watch 'cos your mind is turning, digging deep into the bag, mainline the red white and blue, No! it's not the union jack, from whence before you had a clue, sweating cold, muscles aching, careful of the amount your taking, nevermind I'm not shy, I could tell you the reason why, digging deep, too deep for greed, can't seem to find my lines of speed.

pushing deep to far to see, the five mil rush, hunting for me, your eyes become voids of black, I hope I've got my trolly jack! somewhere your mind is screaming, bring back the hammer this boy is leaving, buzz yourself numb, speak untillyourdumb, in the morning watch the raysofthe morning sun.

Radioactivity falls from the skies, bearded men with warts in their eyes, cannonball run, tampon express!, no time to clean up that bloodymess, your spirit on its cosmic bike, leads you towards another spike, see the face of the moon, looking up from a spoon, no matter if you dig to deep, I know the mysteries that you seek, emptied my bag and I feel great!, I'm riding to fast to ejeculate, I could only speculate, has my sanity arrived to late?

Losing power, don't forget to bailout, the magical mystery tour is over, as to that there is no doubt, you fall like a brick from the sky, no longer all those miles high, well for six days now you've doneyourbest, done your drugs now take a rest, Oh! I see an angel, timely steed, tank full of petrol, bags fullofspeed, I've gone loco, now into acidnot the sulphuric kind, but those little micros which introducesyou toyourpsychedelicmind.

blow your skullular fuse, don't unplug now, because you'lllose, if you have the choice to choose, don't refuse, the more said the less fat to chew, but to those not stoned thiswillconfuse,

Laying beneath the balack oilydeep, they call the brimy foam, it dreams but never sleeps, heaves but never roams, that cold restless ocean, where those lost are never found, hearts like ships are broken, the screaming dead make no sound, the sea is never lifeless, yet it takes more than gives, its secrets though will not confess, and its memories not relive, my bike rolled off the cliff at speed, into the blackness below, my bones will rest amongst the shadows, of the mysteries and fall to earth assnow.

Epilogue

This poem was written by a close friend of mine who is no longer with us, Ive not altered or added or corrected his grammer published "as-is" the way he penned it so pleaseexcuseany errors. Bill Logan Ireland 1992

His unruffled spirit
seemed some-what addicted to siting in solitude,
Within those old white washed walls I wish they could wisper,
into my youthfull ears and include,
all of the stories and his memories of her,

I can allways remember her smiling
like she had done it a million times before,
and of course my grandmother had done,
now with the weight of remembrance no-more,
they both lay under the golden sun.

Mystry of existence
and our reality of vanishing!
Remaining time in the middle
we name it ,as a life!

Do we live this life?
or we made to live?
Do we have a freedom?
or we are following those sheep?

who are we in reality?
humans or a hurds?
why are we ruled by,
bunch of nerds?

where is our natural life?
without a plastic!
why are we eting packaged food?
and going bilistic?

where is our wisdom
and our higher soul?
why have we become nothing!
dead and charcoal?

Awake oh human!!
and serch for the truth!
There is no salvation
without your own search!

world is polluted
yet no one care,
there is so much grif
yet no one to share!

If we all arise
and learnt to see fact,
Consiousness will go high again,
can we make this a pact?

so many diets i have tried, and i know i am not alone
I only have to look at a cream cake,and put on half a stone
diet drinks and low calorie drinks i find dont work for long
but i use them to wash down king size burgers, perhaps thats
where i am going wrong.
and pre packed diet meals i buy are no good to me as such
for where they shout "just half the fat" i will just eat twice as much
i knoow that it is sinful, but i love my sausage bacon and egg
so i will never lose the weight i need to lose, unless i lose a leg
the body is seventy percent water, or so i have heard it said
well no more crazy diets for me, just wring me out instead
yes so far as being slim again,i will approach it from that angle
can someone help me lose some weight ? and put me through a mangle