Tag: Free Verse Poetry
Best friends for never
Best friends for neveris what we havebecome. Time can never healthe rift and distancebetween us. An angel turned demonis what you areto me. “Misery loves company,”is what people saidabout you and I. Like a blinded fool,I could not seethis eye-opening truth. “No good deed goes unpunished,”is a spoken truth Inow believe. Best friends for neveris ...A Clear Blue Jar
Lying here daydreaming Gazing up at the sky Wondering how We perceive hues?Why is our sky blue? And why say “feeling blue” When it’s not true The blue I see Is no one’s fool So why tease me I swear, every face in the crowd Wore your forever smile Which shines on every dial Like yesteryear’s last mile Facing your time in style Happy faces, new and ...Desert
Thirty days and thirty nightscan never be enoughto get over you. The light you broughtinto my life is nowa distant memory. Every time I close my eyesI envision the happinessI thought I brought you. You disappeared into the coldwinter night, leaving meto the unforgiving wilderness. Abandoned by you, I try to livefighting my demons andblack, ...Cinnamon Toast
a bowl of cereal, and a slice of cinnamon toast I watch morning blackbirds perch on fence posts our streetlamp posts are receiving new globes down the village road there is the historic community Post Office where my daily poetry posts are again, free to roam. to every remote outpost I am no longer a frozen igloo host or a nomadic poet meandering in slow motion around ...Part of your world
Am I part of your world?I must be dreaming. Am I worthy of your touch?Here you are, holding mewithin the palm of your hand. Only you can save me,Oh, angel of darknessand sinful passion. You are my savior,as you are theend of me. I am the Juliet to Romeo,the Persephone to Hades,the light to your ...Dream Harder
Hello, Mister Moon Have you enough time? To drop by And fill my empty spoon With memories and rhymes I am feeling tired and bland My quill needs a helping hand The poet’s barren ink well Is requesting a magic spell. Dear Mister Moon Have you enough time? To drop by And light up my room With a dream-time pantomimeBaking our Daily Bread
Prayers rising, wishes spreadingHands laboring, legs toilingIn this realm, all struggle to thriveRising up before the sunAnd laying down long after the moon has taken her place. It leaves a gravel taste in our mouthsOnce we eat the bread of sorrowbut holds down our bellies with satisfactionThe process becomes an infinite loopUntil we sojourn to ...Picture Perfect
Life is not createdwithin cookie-cutterboundaries. There is no clear-cut way toeternal happiness. For I am only humanundefined by a categoryor any identity. I am more than a name,religion, or race.I am me. You call me weak,when I’m empoweredby inner strength. You say I’m stupidwhen I know andrecognize my weaknesses. You call me sensitivewhen I’m not stonefacedor ...Timeworn
My ancient limbs are wearyTimewornFrom trying to walk on waterBut I am able enoughTo leave a footprint in the sandBefore the tide returns again I am not deaf or blindMy eyes can hear the soundOf a merciless warShredding families apartThe nation’s folks areCrying rivers of tearsWhich are spirituallyFlooding their sacred townsA Piece Of Deadwood
I was a lonely lavender bushWith a pretty fairy-wing flowerNow!I am a rotting piece of deadwood. Last summerMy minder went on a holidayAnd left my hanging-basket homeIt was left to dry up and crumble. After!He dug out my dying rootsAnd tried to resurrect meBeyond redemptionI did not arise again. Now!In my wrinkled nakednessHe ashamedly hides ...










