Best Free Fall Poems
I feel your pull and I
can't resist.
I'm about to jump
into the abyss.
translucent moon
lurid livid costumes
organic legume
Trouble filling up a glass
halfway spilt
destined to dismantle
a seeping mind
thought once to be one of a kind
but lately left behind
books beaming with success
slipping off her dress
uncovering secrets hidden deep
making me weep
knowledge known to make a man
but too much gets you the frying pan
when whispers are told
about growing old
maid in a minute
a minuet in triple time anyway you spin it
you think we cant tell
oh go to hello
in your cap just another feather
let's talk about the weather
a lion lying upon the rough rock
thoughts only of a twisted clock
guarding the den
of iniquity then
read the riot act
lost in a book of facts
don't lie
goodbye
yellow brick road
the story's been told
*for Frank's Zany contest*
Living life in free fall
looking down far below
praying that someone
will come along
to save my soul.
Trying to walk on air
grasping at the wind
I fall faster
and faster.
Not knowing when
I will hit the ground
or who will mourn
my demise
and impending
disaster.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014. Jan.
.
Same route
Of life's alley,
Comfort zone keeps me safe
From strings of fear.
Until,
I opened nets
Free fall to adventure,
Deliverance!
Contest for Thread of Syllables
Manny Pizon
4- 20-2014
My life's a blurry vision
At the pressure point
and I still can't make a decision
Caught a glimpse of my reflection
A good heart in jeopardy of detection
I look up but there's no pictures on the wall
I think I'm in free fall
I'm depressed, over stressed
in vital need of words spoken in jest
but never the less i'm only a guest
Got a dial tone but no one to call
I'm drifting into free fall
Minimum wage
will not allow me to act my age
Fending with rage
but I can't turn the page
I'm tired of fighting
My palms drip lightning
I'm not happy here
and the future still isn't clear
Have nightmares for no reason
Give light scares
during the blood shed season
I get knocked down and crawl
I'm trying to stand tall
But I'm in free fall
"paper weighs about the same as life in ink"
implode
until the shirt pops
evade
until land
chokes
smile
until
face hurts
live
until
you die
as you rise
swim in your sky
cannon ball
through the sea
right me
will you?
or should I
wait and see?
follow not one
but me
tell me why
show me wrong
a jitter
jangle
can be sung
do I
blurt on page?
would I sweat
on stage?
I always
sense rage
behind lids
that shut
pupils that
dilate
skin that's
sick
oh what
a
shame
live in
the jungle
better
shut your curtain
for all neighbors
can see,
oh please hide me
never let them
peak
paint my window
black
Why can't I just let go....
of....
That thin line of string I
so desperately hold onto,
that is tied around the ventricals
of your heart, and hemmed around
the edging of my soul.
Melded together, sewn as one.
The tiny string that can still move me to
tears.....
With just the mere thought of it
breaking in two.
{I try to remember why it is
I am fighting this hard}
But at times I just forget.
At least for that second....
Then it hits me....
{like a race car ramming into a wall
at 180 miles an hour; crashing}
I fight to stay on top.
On top of this love....
{but my legs won't hold me
any longer against the rope}
I feel it.....
I am....
Struggling, feet slipping,
Hands trembling, heart thumping.
Finally,
releasing......
I want to jump. Fly away free.
Like an eagle's wing, drifting, weightlessly
into blue sky.
Clenched fists cannot soar, only scab up, and lose
their gloss.
Abandon and barren,
free falling amongst the
leaves from brittle limbs.
Letting go.
Yes, it is time.....
I just don't know if I can.
{promise me you won't let me fall?}
Snow covered black ice on the ground;
Wrong gentle steps put me sleigh and down;
Hardly with hands and legs stand up my body;
Halfway, well-forged heart doesn't give up easily.
The silence in this room has never been so loud
God knows that I've paid for my sins
Even the ones that you don't know about
I shut it out from the world,
The demons scratching underneath
Calling to me like a siren song
So desperate to be free
I'm flying, I'm falling into temporary insanity
Wind smacking me as I fall through the leaves
Fighting the demons that can't let me go
I just want you to know
That this freefall is the push I need to let go
The wounds will always heal, at least that's
what they say
But sometimes those wounds that are left behind
are the ones that cause the most pain
I just can't shake it, no matter what the change
I just feel the darkness grip me again
Pulling me in
Here lies Molly Ferguson St. Marie
She fell out of a big oak tree
Landed on her head
And soon she was dead
It was her last tom-boy spree.
Written April 1, 2022
Heart pounding
Skin crawling
Sight dimming
Life falling
Earth smelling
Dirt eating
Dust bathing
Life fleeting
Bone crushing
Body crashing
Whip lashing
Life flashing
Stomach empty
Pulse slowing
Throat closing
Life going
In an endless free fall
I start to lose myself
Where all that made me who I was
Deteriorates with my health
I'm losing myself in my own mind
I'm losing touch with the world around me
I'm losing who I really am
To my addictions...
Alcoholic binges and the worlds inside my mind.
I don't know why i always manage to hurt myself on nights like this
The pain lacks thought and doubt perhaps that's it
(and people don't think i'm a massachist)
it's dull and aching, sharp and tight
it lets me fall asleep at night
how do i fall so frequently?
like painting, strokes of crimson
steal my breath
even as i try to leave the line between numb and emotionally dead
just please explain to me
how words and touch seem linked by need
how striking stark innocent blood leaves not my wrists
only my heart
sometimes it's all i can do to run towards touch
an anchor
a gateway
keeping me from tripping across the lines
no fear, just pain, joy, love, heart ripping grief
most of it not mine but always with that piece of me that longs to live extremes
scream for the joy of life and song,
cut to the quick of my being with sharpest knife of pain.
too bad i'm not there.
it only drowns me on late nights with too much thought and not enough emotion
i start going numb
so stop it from spreading
this is how
A hot tear
Skydived
In a free fall
Rolled
Accidentally stumbled
Splashed and smashed
Forever hushed
Crushed
Reason For Raising and Praising a Razon
we should be praising
perfect reason for raising
a dried up raisin
bitten by beagle
raisin was head on needle
have been broken hearts
puzzles always have their parts
horses forgot carts
Prime rib left overs were great
with leftover mashed potatoes
and creamed peas with carrots.
Marry Magnificent Christmas
Mary may have heard
after each word had occurred
Trump we know is nerd
may have missed the boat
more time do have to devote
had stopped in Shallotte
what if I really had known
that it had been caste in stone
my skills I would hone
always enchanting
peas and carrots planting
ended up recanting
barely could hear tone
had hardly heard baritone
at had caste a stone
cast was a big blast
under ware showed at half mast
by him we went past
Gave Vaccine to a Holstein
had been awful mean
he created quite a scene
with his ruptured spleen
Promising production
Nash needs no introduction
full of rambunction
trump drank a litre
on brink started to teeter
to wind a two sheeter
I am sure this is all that
you can stand by now.
Jim Horn