Best Free Fall Poems


Premium Member Free Fall

I feel your pull and I
can't resist.

I'm about to jump
into the abyss.
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Free Fall

translucent moon
lurid livid costumes
organic legume

The Story Told - Free Fall

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*
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Premium Member Living Life In Free Fall

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.
.
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Free Fall

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

Free Fall

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"


Free Fall

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

Letting Go, Free Fall

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?}
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Premium Member Free 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.

Free Fall

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

Premium Member Free Fall

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

Deeper Into Addiction: Free Fall

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.
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Free Fall

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

Free Fall

A  hot tear
Skydived
In a free fall
Rolled
Accidentally stumbled
Splashed and smashed
Forever hushed
Crushed

A Free Fall Full of Horn Haiku

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
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