Free Verse Poems (29,608)

A powerful tsnumani of emotion that swirls around me
Twirling in its decadent dance of chaotic magic that pools
At my feet, caught in a trap of unthinkable improbability
A painful experience that sweeps its way in, the calm
After the storm, tears falling to signifiy the understanding
Of the incredible amount of pressure that one has put us
Through, the tactiturn notes of friendship that has changed
Since meeting you

A trip through the tidalwave pressure of society
A realistic approach to life in the footsteps of Mother Earth
Outbursts of a psychological war that hampers the mind
And the ongoing enigmatic power of Pain that causes Me
To feel hurt within, that much like the storm ahead
When the peace arrives, it is a relief to feel at ease
Energetically

Some Storms though come to clear your way,
I say Ride the Storm, Be the Storm, and in doing so,
That in itself can be the power you need to
Change your life!

Oh, how I love to laugh out loud
Not at the expense of others but maybe
at...myself...well...thats...ok

I often enjoy having a little giggle,
when reflecting on funny times that may have
long gone by
and I find myself laughing until I cry.

It feels so good to laugh out loud,
And, also great to spread some joy so
here’s hoping that you catch this happy bug,
that you encourage it and long may it stay
Joy dispelling any gloom that you feel to
blow any dark clouds far away

There is no wind here
a thousand lit candles
perfume and wax from far shores
all have blown in
above the door a cherub
adorns the headspace
the columns are carved
from the darkest ebony
Can you hear the whispers?
I can too, between the eternal
and the now there is something
we reach for, its deep in the midst
perhaps its a little life raft
that is how we would want it
orange and bouyant
on a calm sea

At this time of year I like to watch Christmas movies and TV shows
ALF has two that are great
One is his first Christmas where he and Willie get stranded
They are trying to cut down a Christmas tree and ALF wants to see snow
The second one is ALF gets in the back of a van looking at toys
He goes to a hospital and poses as a stuffed doll for a sick girl named Tiffany
He ends up being her friend and stopping a man from jumping off a bridge
ALF was my favorite show from 1986 to 1990 and I have all on DVD
ALF's real name is Gordon Shumway

A chain around his hand and a carefully placed collar tight around my neck
would suffice to pass inspection during the times that they would check
I would say more Behind the closed door of what Officials did to me
Had I the Knowing of being protected as if life could be a guarantee
I was not grown and not sure of what I could possibly do
I was knocked to the ground, the governor told me to kiss his shoe
anymore to say would sicken the many for words of these grow dim
As the light would fade from any who underwent the touch of them
and now I'm grown and looking back too many things I'd want to forget
I was told I was special, and didnt matter, whether I was below or above
For during the moments, to the end after their touches, they told me I was loved

Swan Song

It's a very old story.
Seems to happen
when someone confuses
wanting to be loved
with being in love.

You wanted me to love you.
I obliged.
Then, joyously
you set about
building for me
a lovely cage,
polishing the image
you would to see
of me,
encouraging always
my approach
of your ideals.

But you never loved me as I am.
nor saw me as I was.
You kept your vision focused
instead
on how you wanted me
to be.

I have slept
a very long while,
but my dreams
will not lay down,
and I've wakened,
strangely wearied.
I long to be seen and loved
as I am
and I want you
to be well and happy--
because I still love you
just the way you are
even
as
I leave you.

Copyright Cailin J Callaghan 1996 Revised, 2023
All rights reserved

I cant post what I want, It's Too many words for this semantic play
Having to cut it all short and not speak what I desired to say
Not a place on this site anywhere counting spaces and each word
To summize all I'd have to say: It's more than 4,000: This is absurd!
So with brittle barriers torn assunder I scoff at semantically being held back
And I leave this poem, while lingering on, what this site doth truly lack

Yes the times are changing - yet that's a given - The centuries hath always told
People age with the Seasons that change - Yet luck doth favor the bold
So will you be the hero to save another's life - or will you do more & more & more
Or will you stay the good puppet - bound to attachments, possessions, and greed
Like a hedonist searching for pleasure - or the addict - from the vice to plead
Or actionless, will you remain of the unwanted strain - bound to the system - its whore

Doesn't really matter does it - after all, there's internet and cable t.v
Not to mention Wifi, Apps, Consoles, and games - and maybe, a needed check that's due
Or the lawn needs mowing, or the dishes washed, or tend to pets in your care
Not to mention the clothes you've got - colognes and perfume - let's not forget your hair
Ohh yes! We must look good - our part the act - a pretty puppet playing our part
And now and then we might help One - when from our minds we fall to our heart

Yet that would take courage and strength unknown - to rise beyond the masses around
And help more than ourselves - a better seed sown - to save more than one from the ground
In fact - we'd have to band together and do it as a whole - as IF - it could be done
Yet that would mean giving up what we have to give unto those who don't
Yet this is just a poem - from a writer used for the play - love I've never won
Yet banning together to tear down those political curtains - You and I know you won't
I will forever be - somewhere between - the dark of night and the shadow of the light
And from there - so that your comforts remain - I shall...

Ohh look your show is about to start.

Wherefrom the political curtains hang - plans are made to do more harm
Youth of all ages and adults took away - from humanity - the darkened hand's farm
Some will be cut up and eaten, whilst others for their blood are bled
Some will be raised or reprogrammed with sound - those who can't are left for dead
Whilst others serve as sex-slaves, to the p*dophile queens and kings
Whom govern the openings and closings of when that political curtain swings
"Yet we cannot be held responsible for what we do not know!" - you'd say
Scoff at me I scoff at you - Others say they did something - they prayed

If only that were actually, really, truly enough: Yet, it is in the minds of the prey
No action more no more action needed - let's all bury our heads p-prayerfully in the sand
Let's find a game or watch a movie - Let's pretend we did the best we can
So while you travel the roads of Liberty in any Country's town
Tell me who plays the part better - You, or the Circus Clown?

"Then what" - You'd say - "What can we even do if what you say is the truth!?"
Just a fool in a Sea of fools - if you look to me - For I was one of those Youth
Mine fate be sealed upon these lines - for the predators must surely die
The path myself I plan to take - You would detest to the ends it leads
For I am awakened to a better sleep - I'll ignore their pleads, why Lie?
I've nothing to gain for telling you this - the mark upon me not placed
I wield no influence of graven haste or sounds of some unrung bell
To you and many others, I'm nothing here - just a rhymer of a poetic hell

Yet in the soon end when the poem's done - back to the gauntlet you'll go
And the footprints I left will soon be gone - just as they do in the snow
My song is sung and twas sung the many - in times before - other lines and page
You'd dare to scoff, snitch, or speak of ill reason - for their death you'd surely rage
Tis not I entranced, a blind sheep for some shephard, a puppet for liberty: to sing
Twas once the Lion with the Lamb and not the Wolf: when doves were a sign of purity
Now the symbol of the milk of youth taken - against their will - yet you canst see
For you hath been sheltered greatly - neath the guise of the media's flare
Claiming to know not what to do - whilst you remain trained: addicted to sitting there
Whilst doing nothing to stop the suffering - the truth's unwanted - the ring of a sting
And you call yourself the fighter - or a warrior for what is right - yeah right!

Yet you know the plight of those who suffer - You know the hell that they go through
Not enough, you could do more - yet you dare not lose your comforts - who would? Not you!
For as the masses blinded, you'd rather pretend - everyone else to blame - not you!
Do you know of someone who hungers for acceptance and love or someone without a home
To not ease but completely end their suffering - living in this Terrarium the Dome
And what have you done to go beyond the blind-normal - ending it once and for all
Depriving no one of what you'd have for yourself - Suffering no more from lack
And you will soon see the enemy's not me - as to your heart once again you'd fall
Too late for you - if unto others - If you've made the habit of turning your back
With heads in the sand - pretending in prayer - to answer to some unheard call

So when the swords unsheathed and the heads removed, and bullets fly in the night
And the caretakers of this stage for the play are found dead come morning light
Do not say one complaining word for you know you had your chance
You didn't do enough for the something of those - due to your selfish stance
Yet if it hits too close to home and the ones found dead is a loved one you held dear
Will you blame the One you pray to - will you have perfect love - or fear

Men more than women kill themselves better: when they want to die
Yet through the mental fetter, few there truly be, who wants the suicide
Everyone has the liberty to lay-down, crawl, sit, walk, stand, or run
Yet no true freedom to explore wherefrom: comes the alleged: Moon, Stars, and Sun
Even a statue to drive Liberty home - Deep within the subconscious mind
Making you think you see - the land of the free - a carefully orchestrated lie
It is no Surprise - all the mournful cries - felt and heard across the land
The explorer inside - bound and tied - entrapped by the darkened hand

Not the darkened hand of an upset mortal or some leeching the heart: Egregore
These the works to bind your senses - for Liberty's sake - you'd forget her
Whilst freedom for some is just some personification of hope, desire, or will
One of many: the plethora of implanted thoughts, to born in you the Shill

It was the Emporer who bade - the order made - to divide the minds of the people
That they fight and war from attachments: to idols, graven images, and the Steeple
From the lowliest-of-thoughts to the highest ideals - woman and man would fail
To stop the fight - that for Liberty - they'd dance, salute, and hail

Whilst giving you the middle finger if you question their broken Sail
And claim it all to be the rule of law - or legal Statute from the State
To scoff, belittle, slander, and discredit you - even throw you in jail
Tis no wonder within the woman and man - grows this incessant hate

Whilst they steadily-strive and angrily-push - to work for some they go
To feed their families, nurture their kids - can't blame them - tis all they know
Indentured Servants - The Maritime Law - slaves to the darkened hand - they serve
A more sinister plot - they'll never be caught - behind the curtains that grow
To mooch off their government's free hand-outs lower-slaves scramble to sow
The seeds - unbeknownst to their minds the sequels - the daily plot of the show

It's all a lie to entrap the people - giving up Freedom for Liberty - just a guise
A system in place that's worked for years - Fooling the Smartest of the Wise
Yet make no mistake about it - no matter what part you play - the worst has yet to come
For you like all the others - care not wherefrom - the alleged: Moon, Stars, and Sun
So you eat, you sleep, you work or play to drown the emotions and thoughts inside
And after finally having enough - like all the sheeple - you contemplate suicide
A reason-for-treason unto the Soul though on this earth - its work - not done
Then you gravely dare - and upon me stare - and judge me for wanting to kill
If you'd remember - twas in you that were born - that blistering hateful Shill

Then unto your vices, you turn - addictions galore - you search them all
To find relief from your mind - your bitter hell - again to your heart you fall
Yet killing yourself is fine - as long as its no one else - you'd say
Despite that murder-is-murder - even when done slowly - unto the self each day
Yet that will be accepted - for that is the way of the darkened strings
That hold you aright in submission - a puppet to hear - when it's told: it Sings
And you are no exception to-the-rules-of-the-game: your will is held at bay

And what have you done to lift the veil from other Sheeple's eyes
Or are you still stuck in the rut- of telling tales - to further your own demise
Or perhaps you are truly innocent - a victim of what others have done
If that be true - to an adult from youth - Surely you've questioned the lies
Lest you like many hath sworn to serve a system over you to rule
Making yourself to think - you've already won - A fantasy for which you'd drool
Yet I will say not one of you exists who bears not a responsibility in this
Never free -that for Liberty - the invisible ring on the darkened hand you kiss