Free Verse Poems (29,539)

Last drinks in Ballyshannon
'fore we set out for Killybegs
for the fishin's fine
in Killybegs
for me 'n Seumas
and on the road
he is humming
sweet songs from Aengus
for it is the want of Lir
to have us sea driftin'
safe from the Morrígan
and banshees
on the road
and there now
the little lights
of Donegal

You dont have to become hard,
quit deodorant , shun perfume & the razor
in order to be strong...
All that lingering bitterness
can never right the past wrong ...
To create a distorted reality
of how super you are, though
wont help you through the test of time in length ...
Got to stay grounded , be genuine to yourself
because who you truly are
is your precious invincible wealth ...
You say you want this and that
but dont need any of it ...
That's just a hypocritical argument
that easily falls flat ....
You just can't bring yourself
to be honest and admit .

What's wrong with being human, vulnerable ...
have needs still unfulfilled , but more than able ...
As long as you remain standing ... productive...
creative ... and still willing to dare
As long as you know
of the things to beware ...
Time goes mercilessly forward
and we all grow older ...
But quite pathetic to age embittered,
alone & lonely but in denial ...
A huge boulder for a chip on the shoulder...
Not willing to recognize & embrace
that which is vital ...
one's vulnerability and being perfectly imperfect .
No rocket science, really .. though in many cases,
for them, seem like a wellkept secret ...

You cant invite in love, contentment,
and overall happiness
if you face these with fangs and claws all bare ...
You've got to simply open up enough,
without keeping a tight tally when time to share ...
And that genuine beauty from the heart
on the outside of your being, to show & wear ...

I think I should write about NOTHING, cause today, I have NOTHING to say, and NOTHING is more than its parts, it can ease or break many hearts, NOTHING means such a lot, you either have or you have not!, And NOTHING plays such a part, NOTHING can't give you a start, NOTHING can't be the beginning, NOTHING can't be the end, NOTHING can be your enemy, NOTHING can be your friend!
So!,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,it's all or nothing then?

How can it be that humans
must spend half their lives
re-evaluating what they received
from those who adored
cherished and would even die for them?

How was everything so efficiently whitewashed
that humans did not know they were not
what they wished to be
but what they had to be?

Is living with their imperfect un-absolved
unfulfilled selves impossible?

Evidently

What about a rewrite then?
Let me set the example:

“I, human, resident of Earth, Galaxy, Space, etc., ad inf.,
do declare that whatever my authority rank class
popularity fame reputation possessions virtues feats
abilities and characteristics
I am and shall forever be
no more or less capable than any other human
of performing the most reprehensible and revolting acts.

My repudiation of the above is a cowardly denial of my humanness.”

signed

.

Silently fall soft snowy bride,
Beneath cold waning moon,
Adorn our naked countryside,
Like white confetti strewn.

Tonight to meet her beau Jack Frost,
She'll wear his sparkling gems,
Lace glinting dress and veil embossed,
With diamond studded hems.

So many joys can Winter bring,
In frozen mystery,
To celebrate our new born King,
Bright star of history.

Young children dance 'neath snow clad roofs,
They sence how Santa's near,
While soon to trace fresh track of hooves,
From his red-nosed reindeer.

I long to see white postcard sights,
Amid sub-zero wind,
Then under lonely Christmas lights,
Pray for lost souls that sinned.

Love me as i am
Ore leave me wheer i stand

Daddy wont you keep me safe, daddy wont you keep me safe, Im only two, I depend on you, daddy wont you keep me safe.
Daddy, please dont walk away, daddy stay with me today, daddy dont go, I love you so, daddy please, dont you know?

How would you write the story of life? Without being stabbed, with a knife, how would you say, its not that real, something you can feel? You can't.. it' impossible, its not that real, hide behind protective layers, thats what we do,,, thats our prayers.
Our way to live in our world of change, check the wii fii, check the range, so, go asleep,, rest and be calm,,, tommorrow, wake,, and welcome,, our lamb.

He's our big brother, what he says goes, he loves us more than anyone knows, everything he says is always true, when he wants your opinion, he will give it to you!

What could we do without his direction?, NOTHING, this is how it should be, HE told me, 'this is perfection, you walk the walk,, I talk the talk, can you not see?, I live in splendor, YOU in misery, YOU helped to make it this way, You dont speak, YOU, HAVE NOTHING TO SAY.

So, who would you rather be? It's your call, big brother, you?, or me?

You started this life without expectation, big brother really is not your relation, there's more to life, there's lots and lots, PLEASE, just stop and think,,,,,
CONNECT THE DOTS.

Milan Springtime
Twilight

From my window
I see four men
formally suited
with raised fists
and open mouths

My camera is set

One finger prods one shoulder
one foot advances
I ‘CLICK’.

All those in the street
have turned towards them
as their song
graces the early evening.