Random Free Verse Poems (29,539)

You've such amazingly beautiful eyes,
They can speak to me,
And like a mirror,
I swear I can see right through to your soul
You have a way of looking at me a little expectantly,
And I know exactly what it is you're trying to say..
And when you smile, your eyes actually dance and
make me think of a warm summer day..
Your eyes can say so much,
And when one of the little ones are hurt or sad..
It is right there in the mist that comes at once to your eyes..
And makes me cry too..
Because I feel every single feeling that you do ..
Whenever I look into your eyes..

Innocence lost, stolen, broken, taken
So it rears its ugly head before its victim
Coldblooded, coldhearted, unfeeling, unemotional
It has pinpointed, acknowledged and picked its target
As it begins its atrocious, evil and intentional act
Unmercilessly forcing itself upon a child's awareness
Of a disease that is made to be kept a secret
Turns its victim into an untrusting, self loathing and doubtful person
Who now creates and uses his own imagination
Another world in his mind where he goes to find solace
And so the child grows up and becomes the adult
Who has also become a master of secrets
He often cries when he is alone, the hurt still there
And no matter how hard he tries
To train his mind so that it no longer lingers
This selfish and despicable act called s*xual abuse!!

harvested fields
eating corn

burning wood
candle sticks

seasoned flowers
dozen roses


looking in your eyes
giving you my soul

holding your hand
giving you my flesh

walking down boardwalk
marrying you

cooking for one
a family of 12

holding you in my arms
before were dearly departed

for my life
you been a good wife.

Even though I spread my arms,I can't fly in the sky
But a little bird which can fly can't run as fast as I can on the ground
Even though I swing my body,I can't make a lovely sound
But a bell which can ring doesn't know as many songs as I know
A bell,a little bird,and me too
All things are different,and all things are good

I am me :)
You are you ;)

It is easy to forget what is the reason.
The thing that makes the world go round.
To get caught up in the little things in life.
To wonder why our happiness is playing hide and seek.
For me I tell you I have found.
More happy than one should be allowed.
Don't think every moment has been sunshine.
I have had my share of clouds.
I have known where happiness laid.
I have always known the rainbows would come.
The clouds they would go away.
If I looked where happiness lay.
I thank God for every breath I take.
For keeping my mind clear and awake.
Having my feet planted on solid ground.
And knowing where happiness is found.
It's not a secret at all.
Many look but they can't hear happiness call.
So lean real close and I will tell.
The secret that keeps me going on.
Happiness for me lays in loving all you see.
I know it sounds so simple.
But I was made to love.
So maybe if you are looking for happiness.
This might be a place you want to think of.

"Love"

The year began with such dreams and ambitions
Such jubilation with hopes of better days to come
But halfway through the year its all just an echo
And a fire once bright burnt to ashes so long ago

Another summer which appears so full, yet is so empty
For all the parties cant kill the lonely
Center of attention, spotlight girl
So many envy to have her world

If they only knew she'd trade it all to be the simple girl next door
Who has the one special boy to adore
No drama, no lies, no games, no insecurity
Just honesty, trust, stability

Raindrops hit her window on this cold summer night
She thinks how ironic isn't summer supposed to be hot and bright
But there's no stars twinkling in the sky
Just clouds reflecting her emotional state as she sigh

But this is just a moment of weakness
For tomorrow the sun will shine, she'd paste a smile and perform at her best
For deep down she knows there's something in store
Better days will come and stars will outshine those shadows

The year will end and she'll wish upon a star again
All she needs is faith, maybe next year will be less to lose but all to gain
Someday she'd be the simple girl next door with a fire shining bright
And she'd have a boy to adore, no games, no lies, just a love that will keep that fire light

through my eyes
i'll hope you'll understand
my vision is broad
but without demand
I seek only the joy
that comes from the hand
that has been nurtured
in a free land
if only you knew
or could appreciate
the sacrifices made
before it's too late
before time
has it's say
and makes my reasoning
not words of betray
but alas I feel
deaf ears prevail
and no ground is made
with a windless sail.........

My life is a dance i stumble through
with steps i do not know
my graceful cascade of clumsiness
is such a stunning show
inside i am a shamble
a littered mess of nerves
on the surface i show strength
with perfect sways and swerves

My love is a calm and quiet lake
with hardly but a sound
and though there is no surface break
beneath it life abounds
a raging sea of pain and strife
but also joy and hope
all look upon but never know
how well I've learned to cope

my soul is an eagle of ferocity
meant to roam the sky
but often caged by humility
and not allowed to fly
to see this fowl within its bars
you'd ask what wings are for
but lend him just a little breeze
and watch this creature soar

Meanwhile back at Hamburg things were going along as things normally did. There were still crooked ramshackle houses scattered higgledy piggledy everywhere and in between the houses the pigs foraged for food digging their snouts into the ground churning up the mud even more. Then they would, mud and all, go traipsing through the houses.

The ground was even more deeply rutted from where the cows made their way down from the hills in the morning into the houses to be milked, and afterwards slowly wound their way back into the hills. Most houses still had a rooster on the roof to herald in the new day.

Most of the time was the time of the year when the fog constantly rolled down from the hills to blanket the countryside like a wet clammy blanket and when the day progressed the rains would come washing the fog away and leaving everything soaked and dripping.

Nothing had changed as far as that was concerned. No-one had even noticed that the twenty two brothers had left. Everyone was much too busy doting on baby Mara. Even at the tender age of two it was evident that the blessings Saria of the South compass point had sung was starting to take effect. Her intelligence was enormous.

By two she was speaking eight languages. These were Afrikaans, Albanian, Amharic, Arabic, Assamese, Armenian, Aymara and Azerbaijani. She was working to learn all these languages alphabetically. People came from these countries just to speak with this miracle child. All the village people would sit around smiling and nodding. This was their Mara and they were so proud.

people differ in looks.
and it is a good way in knowing the difference between one another.
people differ in thoughts.
and are able to give their own opinion.
people differ in what they like.
which is good, else it would be very hard to continue your hobbies
people differ greatly in total.
their time here on earth is transitory.
just the state of being.
look at young children, and see what they will do to keep things excited.
it's the only individual alienation I know
that creates personality.