Random Free Verse Poems (29,539)

The way of the heart is not to be denied
Like the energy from the Solar Logos
Which flows thoughout the Cosmos
You cannot ever from this hide
It will pursue you through eternity
In your ignorance you can ignore it
And in your folly you will do so
The way of being human is not easy
But eons ago you volunteered
Not to worry you are guided
You are helped in many ways
So that however perverse
This shines on you and may thwart
And forever strive to direct you away
From the negative powers
Of greed and excesses
And if at the close of this adventure
You sink in the depths of hell
This power wil be at your call
It is your choice

Tell thanks before going to bed
For the fact that you have the house
For what is what to eat,
For that, is where to sit down.

For the fact that you have a friend
For the fact that your spouse is faithful
And if there are no friend, the husband,
Then, for the fact that you see light.

To see light, eyes are necessary
And hearing to hear voices,
Eyes on the place, are also hearing,
Tell thank you that I am not deaf.

Still thanks to two legs,
That go everywhere, here and there.
There are people that live without them.
Well the lucky you has become silent?

I will agree that there is a mess,
That in life a lot of things not so,
But nevertheless, you think, weigh,
Appreciate what is now and here!

And before going to bed
In the cozy bed,
You remember, my friend, about one -
Tell thanks before going to bed.

Mirror mirror on the Ceiling,
Explain to me this peculiar feeling
As I gaze into this reflective glass,
I recall the time I Tanned your a**

Towering astride in my leather Gear
The Countess is present she's really here

Strong and formidable kinky too
She's a lot to handle for a guy like you

Mirror mirror on the Ceiling explain to me what you're revealing

This woman I see in the reflection
Is it truly me
Or self-deception

Mirror mirror on the Ceiling
Who's this guy at my feet kneeling

Massaging my toes with frankincenseand & myrrh
Who'd believe this would actually occur

Once a woman oppressed subjugated and demeaned
Now takes flight after being quarantined

Agile winged Crane
Soaring new hights
The released child thrives whilst the flame ignites

Mirror mirror on the Ceiling You now bring comfort and therapeutic healing

Hear but not listen to all people say,
Brave the darkness of the shadows in the day,
Then, you’ll be able to sort the blurred from the stark,
Find the light that’s hiding in the dark,
The needle in the hay.

Do the best you can,
To fairly regard your fellow man,
Look for good, when others say it isn’t there,
When they walk away, if, you resolve to stay and care,
Then, when all is set, and looks to fail,
The chances are you will prevail,
And the darkest of days will turn out fair.

hail so strong you chest feels the might of the cold,
rain so frequent its like your crying with long tear,
sun so bright it makes you smile all mornin,
engine sounds almost defen your eardums but free your hair to
glide within the wind,
letters wet leters dry parcels so big return them home,
long hours of work and pain in the legs but still you go on,
on and on like the warriors of past,
but yet you go on for your jobs almost done,
no more smiles no more crying no more wind ,
just the sound of your snoring on the pillow,
now your day is completed time to start new tomorrow mornin.

Strolling hand in hand through blue shadowed mist
Begging with eyes for that first kiss
Love and laughter abounds through the night
Overflowing a soul, teeming with life.

Passion consumes when eyes first meet
Lips are pursed and craving their feast
Touching close, not a thing is amiss
Getting closer, hands holding, to share that first tender kiss.

Standing alone, rein in hand
Watching the herd, surveying the land
Remembering the girl I was back then
Dreaming of where I might have stayed then

Nudged in the back to tighten the cinch
The one I love is ready to ride fence
Worn out boots and a pocketful of change
The love of a life on the wide open range.

Making the choice to ride and roam
Knowing the love of a husband and home
Sitting a saddle twelve hours a day
Loving the life of the cowboy way.

If over again walking through the mist
Chancing to share again that first tender kiss
Hang up the spurs, put the saddle in the barn
I'm taking the husband and we've got the farm.

Awakening to the scent left of you
in haze of incandescent light
your form still imprinted in my sheets
your perfume still on my pillows...

I remember you spooning next to me
with your sultry satin smile
love that blossomed into magical moments
our souls united and conjoined...

And when the nights are torn asunder
I recall the scent of your hair
my soul the seed and you the planter
out of the ground into celestial sky..

Missing you more than I thought I would
haunted by the ghost of you
your silhouette caressed by moonlight
the smell of your perfume that lingers..

The enchanting kisses and fevered touch
spirits that bewitched and bemoaned
making love under licorice sheets
ghost of you in gown of blue and gray...

Often I awaken next to your ghost
ghost that absconds souls like precious gems
and for a singular second we dance and embrace
then you disappear into a falling star..

Help me, Lord, to use this day
to give rest to the weary, help someone on their way.

Give me strength to be patient, when I'm at my wits end
and courage to reach out, when someone needs a friend.

Grant me wisdom to chose rightly, when I've choices to make.
the right words to give hope and to help ease heartache.

Write on my heart, the words You sent from above;
they will know we are Christians, by the way that we love.

Fresh sweet smell of morning, before the heat of day
Coolness holds you captive, as light filters from grey
Whether rain or bright sunshine, we wait time to unfurl
Petals hide from night's dark, still clustered and curled

Grass turning brown, receives a much needed soak
Moisture glistens, sleeping shrubs the rainfall woke
Sky of silver grey, as heavy patters hit the ground
Silence is shattered, by constant musical sounds

Nature stirs regrowth, new health brings alive
Struggle in heavy sunshine, plants reach-rise
Throughout summer, colours gradually turn
Autumn chill wins, and shades tend to burn

Oranges-gold, mix with greens and browns
Wind stirring leaves, make a rustle sound
The morning freshness, no longer sweet
Slate grey replaces silver, as winter creeps

The night is burdened with a presence,
A presence lurking to steal innocence,
Innocence so good and pure,
This night he plans to kill for sure.
Slowly, surely, he stalks the night,
Looking for the perfect woman to fight,
The fight never lasts too long,
For these girls, he is too strong.
He takes them down to a special place,
No one can see their pain-stricken face,
No one can hear the agonizing screams,
Far worse than in your scariest dreams.
He takes the bodies where no one can find,
If they do, it will take some time,
He's taken another mother from her child,
And when he has that thought....he smiles.
He smiles thinking of the pain he has caused,
Something only Lucifer would applaud,
He thinks of all the women in the past,
His maniacal grin, the thing they see last.