Random Free Verse Poems (29,539)

All what is like round,
what ever is in curve,
make me allways touch the nerve.

It give me room for senses,
as my clear mind take a toll,
and I am very sold.

No matter if a painting,
a sculpture or a simple line,
it still make me to hail.

The nature of mine,
has just take over,
and nothing can safe me from that power.

All is so sensual,
as memory build up,
and excitement go sap.

but what is the the reason,
that can take the hold,
of senses mine so bold.

It is the memory in shadow,
the fascinating beauty of the nature old,
that need not even to be told.

It's all so round and smooth,
with curves that make the beauty,
and lost are feelings all of duty.

My fingers moves all over it,
trough waves so soft on level seven,
the hypnotic velvet in the Heaven.

Yes,it is the perfect art of nature,
the timeless beauty of the Woman's Body,
that make me sense almost Holy.

T'was you,
Now my days are yours,
My breathe is yours;
My Red Head Lover.

You said, You were too old for me,
Now,i dont know what too old is anymore.

You are mine,
My one and only,
My Ginger Love;
My Red Head Lover.

My eyes sparkle ONLY OF YOU,
My body yearns ONLY OF YOU,
My heart set ONLY OF YOU;
My thoughts are wrapped ONLY OF YOU;
My Red Head Lover.

I sit in the street and I play and I play-
Well- hey, it’s a living…or so people say.
But then it starts raining: Ah- here goes my meal—
I’ll just have a drink so, to fit my drenched feel.

And after it stops and I sit there again,
a bus turns the corner. My favourite fan
keeps standing and watching to hear what I play-
when all hell breaks loose- as people would say

The bus- it has stopped and its doors slide aside-
tranquillity shattered- for here comes the tide,
as wave after wave of these tourist-marines
comes storming ashore in T-shirts and blue jeans.

They quickly take charge of my favourite place,
they take up positions in front of my face-
my favourite fan being swept down the road,
and still they emerge- its just load after load…

I pack up my things and I try to survive
as the baggage emerges- I'm buried alive,
since they now pile their suitcases up ‘til I feel
that I should take cover…And there goes my meal!

Their cameras are real, and they fire away
at everything tending to get in the way;
there's flashes and shouting- I fear for my life--
the battle is over around half past five...

It’s now six o’clock- and the shops start to close
And people go home. It’s too late now for those
Like me who are trying to play in the street-
A tourist asks “Is there a place for to eat?”

So I show him the way, but before he moves on
He asks “Could you tell me another thing, son?
We’d like to hear music…So, is there a place
Where music is played?”--- I go red in the face…
(WJB)

Bodies...
Moving around

Steps...
Sweeping the ground

Eyes...
Ending the wire
Rising the fire

Skins burning
Becaming hot
Hands touching...

The fever is reaching
The top.

Brrr...
Surrounds me the shivers.

Now that I'm older
I have the script I know the lines
But the movie has been over
For such a long long time

For years you have walked beside another guy
And I have never entered your mind
That's what I get for being shy
Yes the movie has been over a long time

But now I would know my mark
I would know every cue
But I was rehearsing in the dark
All the time I was missing you

Softly the music plays and the credits roll away
My name is nowhere on the screen for anyone to find
And I have only one line left to say
The movie has been over a long time

There are times in life, we delve into the past
Not seeking sad times, but when happiness cast
An uplifting period, that showed me a new way
To move forward, for those forthcoming days

Music was involved, as it set the real scene
And so recently, I followed a path I'd been
In the hope to help others, that is my goal
Maybe in the process, heal my own soul

Dance has been my life, seeing others smile
I intend to combine, within my experience style
So during our kiwi winter, I will share as I can
It's already past planning, arrangements in hand

I may not be competing, but an afternoon a week
Will I hope give others friendships, when they meet
Other who want to learn to dance, or just a place to go
Joining others I've taught, and the seed of dance sow

If I can uplift, those who feel isolated and really alone
To try some new hobbies, and other are close by phone
We all have a time in life, when we have to take a stand
Take a new direction briefly, giving other a helping hand

You should be all in
in most that you do.
I think living in grey,
is like swimming in stew.

One card in a hand
makes you first or last.
If you get a bad beat
let it slip to the past.

Hold most of your hands
close to your vest
put all that you play
to the ultimate test.

Dont be bluffed so easy,
have guts to the end.
Life much to easy,
might not be your best friend.

Be confient always,
even when you make a mistake.
Always work hardest,
to claim your own stake.
be true to yourself, and never be fake

Love Burning Hot
Smiling
Grinning ear to ear
I Love It!

Darling Paul

You are so exciting
You keep the ball
Going
back and forth with
your Wit & Humor
& never forget to give me
Credit for initiating it
With appreciation
Never felt this mental intimacy before!
Pure Delight!
Like a game of bad mitton,
Tennis, catch w a ball

Just wrote these words

(Banter - defined as: playful and extended
Teasing pleasing friendly remarks)
This is the "fuel that sparks ignites sustains and keeps the gas flowing in Our engines to keep the flame burning hot to not run out of steam gas
From appreciation desire grace tact character umph
thoughtfulness kindness true love"

We have it
This is where "WE" shine
The belly laughs are
Divine
Highly enjoyable
When A man is
top knotch
a higher caliber
"Better than all the rest"
On point with character umph attentive joyvial and doesn't miss a thing:
his conversation is
Like tennis hitting the ball back and forth he is alert w grace and anticipation
Great memories of being a catcher pitcher
The ball going back and forth
Hitting the
leather target glove
pure teamwork
Again again again with my brother James
We spent many hours practicing baseball
I'm 6 years older than him I was his "little mommy"
At 6 8 10
We would count to see how many times we could keep it going that's what "we have" at times it was 30-70 times to stay on target to not drop the ball: he played college ball and kept all of his pee wee league uniform shirts he is a top notch builder
The roar laughing surprising
Mr Wonderful comments
Like Steven Tyler's song from Aerosmith
I don't want to go to sleep at night because I don't want to miss a thing
Rachael_0622

Why, where, when, who, what
The voices assail me
From all sides
And I
Squirming 'neath their lashings
Know not what to say

These voices have
Not always been
They came from I know not
Nor time, nor place
Constrains them
And compassion show they not

the man, the man...
like Samaritan of lore, he comforts the down
turning about he sees
his loins laid bleeding on the street
all those years flash his eyes
as he cradles his son once more
and tries to keep him there

the man, the man...
on the street, within hours
speaks to the world, his neighbor
as even then, ignorant anger swirls about
"today we stand here to plead"
"calm for our communities to stand united"
"why are we doing this?"
"step forward if you wanna loose your sons"
"otherwise calm down...and go home"

the man, the man...

© Goode Guy 2011-08-11

for Tariq Jahan and son Haroon