Free Verse Poems (29,538)

Always on point you are
Don't worry don't doubt
Definitely don't shout
Look around n about
Take a taste n embrace this place like no time to waste
Tomorrow you may not be breathing
Mek sure a positive mark you are leaving
Behind
Like our ancestors done dat daily grind
To shine some light for the blind
Me personally am giving thanks
Full of gratitude on every level n latitude
I'm justa dude
Trying to piece this shit together
Whatever the weather mek sure I endeavour to make it a pleasure
For all that come into my zone
You will never hear me moan or groan
Like I keep saying everywhere is home

But things change
That's just the way it is
Don't try to compare
Always be prepared
Life's a b*tch cos things switch
Like feeling fine then got a stitch
Is it something you ate?
Something you did create?
You are what you eat
Energy is energy
Make it friend or frenemy
This is like ridiculous to put into words that to most sound absurb and to others bitter like lemon curd, but this shepherd of a flock is gonna herd with nouns adjectives n verbs
Can you hear?
Can you feel the real of this real?
Like when a banana peel
And reveal its naked flesh
Is there a reason to be embarrassed?
What you got to hide?
Pain, upset or malice?
Pass the chalice
Let's all get high
No weed in this pot only the breath of life
Thank you
The most important word ever
Think you're clever?
Maybe you are
Every1ne is a bright shining star
So go on
Be that

Nourished perished moment will never be forever

Nor the passed by time will ever return

Would you ever succeed while standing on the shore

Dive deep in the middle of the ocean to find your peal.

~transition to reality

A moth goes into a podiatrist's office
The podiatrist asks "How can I help you sir?"
Moth: "Well you know how it goes, I've been married to the same Mrs Moth for 30 years, and we just go through the motions, I feel any spark has long ago gone..
Podiatrist:" Aha.."
Moth: "And my kids have all grown up and flown, one got pregnant to a moth I don't like and the other threw in his college education and joined a commune. I just feel like life isn't delivering for me anymore.."
Podiatrist: "I see, it does sound like you need to talk to a psychiatrist, why did you come in to see me?"
Moth: "Well, the light was on.."

I love my life
Because it is mine,
It was so kind
To me-
It smeared me
Like a snot on the wall.
It used
Its favorite trick:
When childhood ended -
It cut off my oxygen.
And now I lie like a fish
In the coastal mud

But here's what I think :
I see this world as it is!
I only ask - "slow down"
I only ask - "not now".
My life has taught me a secret :
"When someone feels pain,
The other one feels gain"
In the meantime I lie like a fish
In the coastal mud

I got bitten by a zombie about a month ago
And boy do I feel guilty
I have this unquenchable hunger for human flesh
Coupled by my belief that eating people is really really wrong
Because you never really get full
I remember in the good ol days of eating pizza(especially at Chuck E Cheese)
And feeling good about it
I could always pull into McDonalds after a hard day and feel good right away
There is no feeling good as a zombie
If you don't eat people you get horrible pain all through your body
I call it screaming pain
As all you can really do is scream your bloody head off
If you eat someone then the guilt is another torture
You don't scream as much as want to cry nonstop
Not to mention the fact that after a month of rot I don't look so hot
So for all you living out there
Take my advice and stay safe
And be sure to stay the hell away from me!!

Every touch leaves a mark. ... There are relatives. There are strangers
There are those who indirectly walk with you through life, not really influencing it, but being present for some reason.
There are those who come close to you and change the course of events in your history.
There are those who come and go. Some will leave a trace in the diary of your soul in a moment, others, having been present for years by your side, will not touch the strings of your heart.
It is impossible to predict who will stay with you.
Sometimes loved ones let go of your hand at the edge of the abyss, and completely strangers, suddenly give it to save you.
You can walk along the same road, but look in different directions.
You can go along different roads, but suddenly converge at the crossroads of destinies.
And no one knows what will happen in a minute, a month, a year.
But, bursting into someone else's life, or even barely touching it, leave in it what will become another beacon in the darkest night for him.
Remaining in the soul, this barely perceptible light can kindle a fire after a while, at the most necessary moment for this, when, it would seem, there is no longer any salvation.
Be kinder, more merciful, sincere. This is not a weakness or a vice.
It is a force that has no value.
Speak important words to your dear people on time, because they have the greatest value exactly when they are expected.
Everything that is so important to the heart has its own expiration date.
Everything has its time: the word - its own, the deed - its own.
Speak important words also to strangers for you, perhaps through you their guardian angel speaks to them.
We are all wanderers in this life, partially or closely intertwined with each other and, contrary to the opinion that a person has always been, is and remains alone, I will say:
You have never been alone, even if you are so sure of it.
Each touch to your soul, like yours to someone else's, leaves a mark in the book of fate and changes the course of events.
Be careful, touch gently...

the breeze from the ocean
paused in sequence
with his entrance
the immaculate beachwear
gold rimmed Polaroid filtered
temple of a man
who had accomplished
the two women act
both now sizzling
in his undertow
energized by
Dionysian impulse
for the ultra man

He toasted me from the distance
"to the cause my friend" he nodded
"to liberty from your slave morality"
and with the whitest smile
he raised the glass
and returned to his entourage

Monday I'm pounding the pavement
the walk, the dead soul pain walk
for a job I've swallowed
for thirty years gone
and every day I pass
that little bank on the corner
where ninety seconds
is all it would take
to break this hell
that and a little steel influence
faces to the cool floor
I'd do a little wheezing now
having left it too long
filling the money sacks
naked ambition
finally realized
and all the while
back home
sitting in the drawer
that ticket to Uruguay

Even the bees are muted and the birds too ......stunned into silence by the burning sun........I'm glad to be alive to feel it .......on my skin and in my heart .. ..open now like a flower unfurling ......I allow myself to see time ,long past .........summers ,full of swallows ,fragrant hay of mostly meadowsweet ..............Im wearing that blue striped favourite frock....... .in a sunny photograph, we're gathered ,wooden rakes on our shoulders ........our shy smiles sunburnt faces from the 70s ......I'm there now hearing the murmur .......of low voicesand quiet ways.......I found violets beneath the hedge.. such joy in discovery......my garden today homes wayward violets harts tongue ferns .....beneath trees and planted rose bushes .....that summer childhood has returned.....through the unfurled flower of my heart .