Free Verse Poems (29,539)

Forced to study
Mathematics
I forced myself

To force that force
Of useless poetry
From my mind

The Beauty
Highest
Escalon the

Power
Of
Elegance in Her
Majesty

The paradoxical
And insoluble
Nature of her Voids
Has left me broken

Yet the finesse
Of her axiomatic
Logic is still
Beautiful

I stared too long
And hard
Into that
Abyss

And I am broken
And yet remade
By the Logic
Of the Great Men

Now I sometimes
Read her again
And find that
I still love her


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I scream in silence
Tattooed in the wisp of Survival
I see your betrayal as a sin
As I fight for your misplaced love

You have left me with this crimson anger
Falling from my eyes, weeping from my flesh

I look in the mirror your face replacing mine

I drive this fortress of a heart
Deeper in the safe haven of lust
I welcome your punishment, like a condescending judgement

Your the ghost of delivered nightmares
That hounds me through my veins
I can never be protected from the
Worldly you.
KVH

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN SCARED.
TO SPEAK YOUR VOICE.
TO TOUCH SOMEONES HEART.
TO OPEN YOUR MIND.
TO GIVE YOUR TIME.
TO HAVE HOPE.
TO SHARE YOUR LOVE.
TO FEEL DESIRE.
TO GO WITH THE MOMENT.
TO ACCEPT THE HAND THAT'S BEING OFFERED.
TO WALK INTO THE EMBRACE OF LOVE.
IF SO BE SCARED TO LET THEM MOMENTS AND THE PERSON GO.

ARE YOU HAPPY ? I'M JUST DEALING.
DEALING WITH WHAT ? LIFE, EMOTIONAL, JUST UNSURE.
LIFE ? WHAT'S GOING ON ? WHY YOU EMOTIONAL ? HOW DO YOU FEEL ? UMM LIKE A ROLLER COASTER UP AND DOWN.
UNSURE ? OF WHAT ? THE PATH I'M TRAVELING ON.
TRY TO CHANGE YOUR PATH ? I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE ANYONE BEHIND.
WHO HOLDS YOUR HAND ON THIS PATH ? NO ONE IM GUIDED BY THE LORD.

You have been invited to another day of life
And the invitation fills your heart with delight
The morning sun glistens through the leaves on the trees

And a gentle breeze seems to caress your face
Being aware of this time and place
You have been invited to another day of grace

The birds sing and the meadow green
Among your surroundings summer flowers come into view
An invitation to another day of knowing God loves you

I wander alone through this murky wood
Thoughts of you once again fill my head
Will you walk this wood with me someday?
Carve our names on a tree?
Will you take my hand and place it on your heart, kiss my lips, promise we'll never be apart?
Will you catch me when I fall, love me, warts and all?

Is it just wishful thinking?
Or can it be, you also dream of me?

And so as I walk closer to the end of this long and lonely path
I look up to the clouds and whisper
"One day I'll find my way, for now though, come what may"

There is me... and only me...
In this world of poetry,
In the crystal fairy tale of life
I am the brightest star.
The ground is slipping from under my feet
The stars are spinning in time with the breath ...
The stream of my words is flowing,
Massaging my inflated ego .
My soul is flying with delight
In the clouds.
Unplayed love motive
Gives birth to my poems...
Ah ,I love myself so much
Always –
There are no other important words
For now ...
Like a mosaic of feelings
Through the years
I will write down my name in the dawns

The future that we live in is right all along
so was the past and the present
but the truth is we are wrong
in what we think we did

we made this mess
we cause these wars
we cause this pain and lost
we cause all of this upon us

and we blame it on the other guy
we tried to play the advocate and judge
so that the world will believe we are the good guys
and get scott free of our murderous crimes.

Dreams of kings and courtiers
before the heavens
circular does the sun course
on its axis the universe doth spin

There's a moon in my window
I hear crows of vanity
from an early morning c*ck
should I sleep or rise?

Oh but I rest!
indifferent to your nature
O Universe,
'tis true
I pass the days
in trivialities
while you hold
magnificence
in your hand
and down through the ages
visionaries and sages
I see
sunrises for strangers
travel as you will
fair waifs and strays

Inevitably they talk about their dogs
Leaning against the bar;
Leaning against the fenders of their pickup trucks,
Gazing at the stars.

Little do they know
Those little silver specks in the heavens;
Are the reflections from the eyes,
Of all their old friends long gone.

And those silver streaks, not falling stars
No, frisbee balls and sticks
That got away in the weightlessness of space.

I was on duty often when they came
And I cried along with their masters;
When their time had come,
The rich, the poor, free spirits and cowboys.

Old couples, young children
Survivors of the holocaust;
Marines home just in time.

Well, we know where they go
But whence came these drifters?
Some just showed up on the porch, quietly waiting
Like they had an appointment.

Others came in little squeaking boxes
And restless hands fed them with nippled bottle;
Their mothers lost,
Until irresistibility became full value.

And they rode home
On the leather seat of the Rolls Royce.