Random Free Verse Poems (29,539)

I need to be set
From this prison
They call lonliness;
Thoughts needed to be shared;
Gifts of the mind
Imprisoned, with no parole,
Trapped in solidairy confinment,
Screaming in fear as a
Wild animal in a humane
Trap, not running free.

I need to feel the
Touch of your embrace.
The warmth of your body;
To know the comfort and
Security that comes with two
People in love;
The sharing of thoughts that only
Two people familiar with
Each other CAN share.
Beyond lovers, beyond spouses,
The ultimate friendship.


This alone would set me free:
A small hand full of words
Directed to a woman; a special
Woman that felt life flow through
Her when I said I love you,
And beauty is defined by her.

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.

I am he who survived the heat of your rage
scorching me to ashes, I rose from the flames
unharmed by your piercing eyes
unmoved by your venomous lies

I am he who found the power that I never lost
twisting with confusion, my demons did fall
untainted by their ruinous ways
unaltered by my troublesome days

I am he who walks through the valley of life and death
blinding my sight I see through all the unreal
uncompromised by the veils of deceit
unchallenged by the winds of defeat

I am he who sees within the soul of your heart
that which you seek to hide from the world
fooled by your shadow, you lie
ruled by your shadow, you die

I am he who the sky does speak to at night
sending wise words from that infinite space
enriched by your wisdom
enthroned by your kingdom

I am he who did fail by the standards you set
losing your favour with each mistake that I made
riddled by my inferior stance
belittled by your superior glance

I am he who survived the fire of your hate
scorching my bones, I did rise from the flames
protected by shadows, below and above
accepted by angels, in life and in love

The smell of rust reminds me of that home that belong to us, now its juts dust, that night my heart died when from my dead heart a frozen Angel depart, I leave this forsaken world, in search of a new start, I always strive for the never shining light. I only die a thousand times each and every night, my cold dead Angel died and killed the light wich burned my eyes, burned my life. In a forest of pain I always strive to find that life, shredded to shit, raining in rust, dry and dusty my life in crumbs. My Angel I hate you

Where shall I go
How will I know
Where is the place I'm alive

Where do I roam
Where is my home
When will I arrive

Where are my friends
Where does the music blend
Where are the tears that let me know I can cry

Where is destiny without a sign
Where is hope without someone who is kind
And who knows where am I

Silence the night with the whispers of my kisses,let your cold flesh be warmed underneath the blanket of my arms. Life with you is the begining of earth anew. I do not have a world only the embrace of your arms. I am cleansed by the kisses of your lips in your cuddle time dissolves as a flaming book. Let us have our fill of love for tomorrow might die at birth.

So much light
Looks for you,
... Evermore

With such ...

Insistence,
Breaks into,
... Me,

To not

Sleep,
Dream,
... By night,

Because
The day is ...

Awake,
Restless,
... Like

Life...

Which
Beyond us,
... Is timeless.

In my diary of pain.
I write yet another page.
For every hurt I gain.
I trap it in a paper cage.
Sinful you be as the devil pays your wages
Trust me I’ll forever remember your name.
For you are well decorated in these pages,
Tribute to your fame, here you have a wall of shame.

You’re looking in the sky
With questions left unanswered.
All that you need right now is hearken your heart.
The world is full of pain…
The city’s unfamiliar – half-step to freedom.
All that was once in past - let go,
Half-word to dearness…

World would be freezing, but for men like you,
World would be freezing, but for men like you.

And destiny in wind as twig will tap on pane,
And say: I am with you, your love I now sing.
And voice will be so clear. Who is to make it brilliant
This day, who else but you, with whom else but with me…

World would be freezing, but for men like you,
World would be freezing, but for men like you.

The rug in front of the fire felt soft and warm under my feet. Some Christmas seasonal bunk was on television with the sound down low; the voice of the announcer melting into the crackling logs in the inglenook. The only light to the room other than from the
comforting flicker from the hearth was from customary tree lights. The amber glow of a full moon was sneaking through the window between the spindly branches of our totem to the time.

My soft footsteps break progressively above the ambient sounds of the room. I stood in the doorway clad for serious action. Michael is suddenly made aware that there is an assault to be made on the snow which lay around about outside. He is compelled to
frantically search for thick sweaters, jackets, boots and gloves ready for the impending skirmish.

In next to no time we were on the open porch-way gazing up at the soft silhouettes of the snowflakes crossing the light of the moon. I dart out into the garden, and in a single movement, arm myself. Michael scrapes a handful of ammunition from the porch rail and compresses it to a perfect grenade. Launch. Hit! The smashed snowball resting in my hair catches gold and red fire from the light above. Michael commented my eyes had an almost infant mischievous glint.

Thwack. The snow stings my lips as I catch his projectile full in the face. The taste
of snow was like champagne. The delightful tingle left by its impact excites me into planned retaliation. Equipped with a snowball in each hand, I make a slow determined approach towards him. Michael hurls another barrage of winter's missiles; the first misses, the second glances off my shoulder, the third is miles off target. We are face to face giggling with childish glee.

I spot his next move. As his right arm rises to perform a forehand squish of snow on my nose I turn away. I now have more snow in my hair than there is on the ground! His second icy attack is more devious. With my back to him I should have known better. In a
split second his right hand reaches over my shoulder, opens my collar and the entire contents of his left hand is posted down the front of my shirt. My screams are mixed joy, horror and laughter