Free verse poems

A crimson streak across the sky,
A bloodstain as the sun goes down,
The moon and stars steal out,
Like thieves in the night,
The world is cloaked in darkness.

With a kiss of red across the sky,
The sun sinks behind the hills,
With promises of a soon return,
She lies asleep until the morn'.

A soul must be lost to be found,
A heart must be hurt to be healed,
Eyes must be blind to be opened,
Secrets must be unknown to be revealed,
The world must be broken to be mended,
The universe must be started to be ended,
By Christ are our sins contended,
By his wounds we have been reconciled.

Just as the petal of a rose falls,
So will tears on earth,
All who boast of strength will fall,
Like money and its worth,
Things aren’t ever perfect,
And never will they be,
Until the Lord returns to earth,
And fulfills the prophecy.

Specks of white,
Swirling, twirling in the air,
Dancing, prancing, nary a care,
Spinning, shining, pirouetting,
Ever a race to reach the ground,
Laying a blanket over sleeping summer,
Paving the way for spring to prance,
This is winter, white and cold,
One of God’s creations, behold,
That every speck is different…

To drink in the cold Atlantic air,
To hear the water rush beneath her keel,
To taste the salt on my lips,
To feel the icy ocean,
To see the broad horizon,
This is the life I want to lead.

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Life is a delicate thing,
At times, hard to coax into the world,
Hard to bring Life into so much pain,
So much suffering.
Life is a fleeting thing,
Escaping chaotic Earth for a better place,
Wanting for hope,
Wanting for renewal.
Life is a temporary thing,
Never to stay the same,
To have life, there must be death.
For all things must someday end.


The Dance of Sister Winter
Sister Winter arrives in white,
A cloak so thick and pure,
She leaves behind a swirl of flakes,
Trees bowing to the forest floor,
She leads a solemn dance of nature,
Slow and graceful,
Though quick at times,
She will lead until Spring comes,
And takes her place,
But for now, she will dance.

Morning Sky
Oh the beauty of the morning sky,
The sun down low, the clouds are high,
A yellow light drives out the night,
Leaving a day behind.

The Beast
A wild beast, howling, growling, whistling and hissing,
It rattles my windows and tugs at the doors,
It sings at my window when I am indoors,
It roars in the night,
Causing many a plight,
Bringing disaster where e’r it roams,
Calling upon the rain, I say,
Bringing some dampness to ruin my day,
Yet sometimes this beast scares all weather away,
Tonight as I sleep, my window I’ll keep,
Shut as closed can be,
I don’t want the wind-beast coming to bed with me.