Free Verse Poems (29,570)

I have always enjoyed the Twilight Zone
One of my favorites for the holidays is called Night of the Meek
In it a drunken Santa Claus gets fired for being drunk as Santa
He is stumbling through an alley and finds a magic sack
This sack will give anyone whatever they ask for
He gives out presents to poor people and children
He gets arrested and shows the sack is really magical and gets released
The store manager who has him arrested believes too when he gets brandy
In the end he becomes Santa and rides off in a sleigh with a girl elf
My favorite part is when a guy tells him there was nothing for you
He says, I can't think of anything I want
What I really wanted was to be the biggest gift giver of all time
And tonight I think I had that
But if I had a wish it would be to do this every year
That would be a heck of a gift

"The Quotes Garden"


[ XXIX ]


To speak of love


“There must be love! There must be love!
It seems I hear my soul, with distant echoes;
Each blade of grass, here, in these meadows,
Is like a story foretold of all of the above –
To speak of love; - so easy, comes for them!
When trembling in the wind, for my behove,
A symphony reveals the emptiness I chose
For such a bliss, to fill a dying stem;


There must be love! There must be love!
And then, my heart awaiting their refrain,
- So eager, longing for a soothe where to depose
A frozen rose, - in sealing my true love;
For it, I have no words, nor speak in vain,
As silence sweetly carries off the painful dew,
In which above my dying muse to whisper:
I love you!..”


©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)

"The Quotes Garden"


[ XXVIII ]


The fleeting world


“The madness conquered the cities,
As trumpets, wide, beckon their fame –
Where’s earthly rules, in their committees,
Oh, such abundance there, of lust and shame!..

If one should even miss the mighty voices
Which turn in happy crowds a godly claim!
But where the slaves just dream of having choices,
There is no place to hide a dying flame!..

For such high purpose, there’s no blame;
In wicked hearts the world rejoices! –
Not as a truth, by lie, just seems the same,
Like for what thrives beyond their ditties;

When kingdoms rise and fall, the sky is whirled
By love, or peace, from beggars searching tame,
But death holds claim over this fleeting world;
Isn’t that just a reason more, to watch their duties?!”

©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)

Sometimes there's a shining star, it's never really too far.Pausing to watch that glow,suddenly it begins to grow.I see a woman of medium size, with curly hair and cute brown eyes.She speaks softly to say hello.That voice I already know.The mind has a special way, when someone brightens your day.They both look up above, is this really true love?Sometimes there's a shining star, it doesn't matter where you are.We always do the best that we can, a beautiful woman and her loving man.Sometimes there's a shining star, I said, sometimes there's a shining star,and love isn't very far. And love isn't very far.

An embittered flag
endlessly flapping
from the battlefield
like tired water
disenchanted
let us remember the joyous
awaken to the light
this from your heart
as you remember
soft lined days
trees by a brook

Before the war
your blessed hands
carved in marble rhythm
such were Rodin days
sunlit splendor
for this jack of knives
can spill history
but here I wait
earnestly on the step
for your return

A guy is walking through the country when he spots a sign that reads, “Talking Horse for Sale.” Intrigued, he walks up to the stable to check it out.

“So what have you done with your life?” he asks the horse.

“I’ve led a full life,” the horse answers miraculously. “I was born in The Andes where I herded for an entire village. Years later, I joined the mounted police force in New York and helped keep the city clean. And now, I spend my days giving free rides to underprivileged kids here in the country.”

The guy is flabbergasted. He asks the horse’s owner, “Why on earth would you want to get rid of such an incredible animal?”

The owner says, “Because he’s a liar! He never did any of that!”



A horse walks into a bar. The bartender says, “Hey.”

The horse says, “Buddy—you read my mind!”



How do you make an appaloosa? Shake the tree

"The Quotes Garden"


[ XXVII ]


Drifting away


“While I am drifting away,
My universe turns empty,
With no remembrance of you,
Letting me perish –

For the one that loved me too,
Stars, to fall apart, there are plenty;
Each fragment of shattered heart pray
For the same muse I cherish –

And there is nobody left to mourn her,
Except this cruel shadow, to stay
Near a dead body who tempt me
To be like a priest in a parish;”

©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)

"The Quotes Garden"


[ XXVI ]


To my beloved


“For what is time?
A sword
With cruel, sharpen edges;
I’m here, a frozen moment,
Who’s soothing its beloved;
For her, I often come and sing
Until she hears my broken chord
And shatters all her wedges;

But tears?!
I have no more,
To bind and tie them in this loment;
They dried long ago, just to record
My neverending sorrow as bestowment –
And all, - but all of them, a tune, to sing
The silent death of my beloved;
Enough with all the pledges!

- For what is heart,
Without a sigh
To rise her incense in a lisper?!
What cures the very troubled mind,
When such a fate, it breaks apart,
To fill the world within a whisper,
And there is nowhere else, to find
The bitter grave of its beloved?..”


©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)

Would like to wish all a Happy Thanksgiving and a very merry Christmas ???

In times of feast or famine love needs to be examined
In days when love fills us beyond measure we account of its treasure
In moments of emptiness and despair we sometimes just don't care for the pain is a bit much to bear

We can go for a considerable long season without and meet love with doubt as we question intention along with pretty little pouts


As we rejoice in fantasy and passion of stolen moments
there comes a time we consider the mix of love and its unique components

Yet, often do we blindly fall into a lair of pretty faces so fair, we cannot always discern who plays the game better when we have to fold with only a pair

Oh the cliche we heard a thousand times what a tangled web we weave but,first we practice to deceive.

It's hard to find a love we can truly believe only we must give it a chance to join in the dance

Love comes in many shapes and disguises even with a few surprises

In times of feast indulge with care for as easily love comes it can leave just the same with despair

In times of famine we must
re-examine what is true to our ways and either rebuild or create something new to fill our days