Best Free Love Poems


Premium Member Wild Pure and Free Love

I am just a country boy at heart
mustang free wild at spirit
Awakening to the bliss birds singing love piercing into a soul
Treasure gem in the promised land
dewdrops are falling rubbing them into my fingers 
wind breathing her voice whispers silver 
I hold so much love deep inside for you
stroking gently as it touches softly 
your one amazing woman to me
sweetly inside the land of milk and honey
touching finger caress in the morning sun 
Golden dreams in her I smile rising queen of the east
To she who bows me humble 
so full of grace inside treasure deeply smiling 
Then as I look across the mountains 
captured in deep thoughts within beauty wow
White clouds in the sky racing to dreamland
darling hop on the magic carpet 
whisked away in a breathless heartbeat
I fall away into a distant dream starstruck paradise Shangri-la
garden of eden your my seventh heaven love
never have I tasted such a fine fruit
paradise walking with you is to wonderland 
hand in hand we will dance together sweetheart
in never-never land forever and always our love
you darling are heaven on earth 
illusion of a rainbow falling rich 
baby I found my pot of gold
your all the riches this man needs in the heart 
Darling with you I can see a great vision
together in the great golden cased thoughts
us two at the pearly gates of heaven
now your my dream smiling angel of delight

A Valentine Party --Free Love

Invitation to a Valentine Bash

(Direction to the Venue)

I live on the Heartland Estate
across from the Elysian Fields,
At the corner of Lovers Lane
and Pure Passion Boulevard
in the town of Romeoville.

If you are taking a midnight train
Get down at the Juliet Junction;
Catch a bus to the Break-heart pass
and get off at the Harem Heights stop.
You'll reach my Pleasure Palace
before the break of day.

Flying of course is not advised
as it is impossible to dodge Cupid's arrows!
But if you are planning to drive,
Take the highway to Elysium.
You might have to stay
overnight at the Erotica Inn,
famous for sensual simulator kiosks.
After some luscious nibbling
at the Casanova Cafe,
You'll arrive before lunch
at my enchanting Chateau.

Bring your lust luggage,
Loads of love potion
and lots of charm.
Running amuck is strictly prohibited.
There will be plenty of time
to cuddle and coo
at the Pleasure Point hill,
Loll in a pool of honey and wine
and soak in the sensual glow
of a bohemian moon.

RSVP: A week shy of Valentine's Day
Or, please call 666-PASSION.



~12/25/16
for Mystic Rose contest

Free Love

A foxy fugitive
Took a French leave in France
Running away from a freezing point
Later, she found her fresh face in the foyer of a freeman freudman
And her fragrance in his free love
After many a fully full moon 
Wherein French kisses had went on with many French letters.....
Five months later, she was found with child.


Tangled Webs

Should we write in form to make a shape
Or let our minds run free, associate?
Such tangled webs within the mind  are draped

Oh, to run as free as antelopes
But from sharp tigers noone will escape
Can we  control , disarm  within a shape?

Love’s enacted falsely , making rape
Inside our  hearts shall we recover hope?
Such tangled webs the curtained mind  creates

Round the  marbled minds we  half dazed traipse
Wherever we go hunting, we’re too late
Can we  control  our fear  within a shape?

Collapsing faith cracks , can we concentrate
Or  from the deal , do we dissociate?
Such tangled webs  of mind  make ripe our hate

Now sex  compels but will can’t procreate
Can kindness smile  and friendship instigate?
Should we write in form when we love shape?
Our mingled maps  of  mind   might mangle   fate

Free Love

And wanna rush to sea
And be on beach together
And listen foamy surf
To water dip the barefoot

When even waves will stay
Us to will play star Valse
And we shall dance on sand
When lying hand in hand

And wanna rush to sea
And Heat and light
And time to give my dear
And we are strat to do this night

P.S.sorry for the mistakes 
I know English very bad 
I will be grateful for criticism and tips for correcting errors
© Nick Dylan  Create an image from this poem.

Let's Just Be Together --- a Song Lyric

The world has fashioned ways
to put you under me...
I want you to know
that's not the world I see.

I see you as you are
as all that you can be
within a bond
in which both of us fly free.

Let's just be together
in a way that works for both...
birds of a feather
flying where we each need to go.

Anyone who said that life is easy
had his head stacked full of rocks
and the cranium he wandered in
was full of empty talk.

In this real world we inhabit
I can't contain your love...
any more than I could a serpent...
or a flying dove...

so I don't even try.
I love you as you are
like I do a flying bird...
as I do a star...

I see you as you are
as all that you can be
within a bond
in which both of us fly free.

Let's just be together
in a way that works for both...
birds of a feather
flying where we each need to go.


Free Love

Love

Is Hard

Hurts To Give

But, Yet Simple

Free

Land of the Free Liberia

Land of the Free


Oh! Thou sweet land of the free, ????

You paved the way so others could find their ways

Where men of letter fought for a better day, 

And find solutions without delay.
 

Oh! The first daughter of Africa ????

Your children lied in a chronic state, 

 as certain 'negatives' have long assumed the 
roles of 'positives' in their internal system, 

And the govern has become ungovernable.


Oh! Belove mama Liberia ???? 

Your children are ruled by People who only let their bias egos and emotion speak for them. 

People who cannot address their fellow people without reading it from the papers!

Every word they say is what their hearts never possessed nor desire.



Oh! The first star of the white man's grave????

Agony has become the crying concern of your children, 

Crying for liberation in the hands of the oppressor 

Their cruel wicked hands have turned our situation into a desperate one


Oh! Mama, you children can't bear it any longer????

They are now surviving instead of living, 

Should they die hoping for better days, 

Or keep surviving the horrible ways,

The Green Bindings of Love

Our love grows,
not within four walls 
but in the lands of glimmering oceans.
I want to live with the comfort of the blazing hot sun on our necks,
or the cold bone kisses.
I want to be scared with you because doing things that scares us,
builds us.
And what a way to be build away from the land of the greedy.
I say
( be naked when we dive into the ocean- vulnerability is what built 
the earth).


- The green bindings of love.

Tash

Free Love

FREE love 
FREE love 

IFF eye had to pay her bye the hour if she charged my for her love eye would rob 
the institutions eye would have to pay enough iff she paid me money to be her 
lover she could not ever give enough I would take the vault door open and give 
her millions of the stuff 
Love is different deep inside it makes a man feel like a thriver a sometimes lover 
is what most of them came and settled for she is mye heart mye violet flower she 
is worth far more than gold and silver is mye lining we aer rich in all emotions 
and just happy to bee ewe and mee the one of all the kisses on his hands and 
the way she says mon ange to this the mee makes me happy as a school boy 
with his first kiss she is so much better than all this she is mye first real rally love 
she is mye bliss and all the prices that eye miss when she says LOVE eye get 
so helpless eye just thrive. It is so hard to even attempt to make describe of this 
free love. 

Charles Hice

Free Love

Free love

I am entrenched in this silly little thing called love, called life, called hope. 
Things that once flew by me like the free bird I've become to know of you as.
Your soul has me intrigued in all ways. 
For all ways, I will cherish you like a precious stone. 

You are the home I've been searching for, forever I did roam searching. For you...
A yarning I have not felt before. A yearning for your everything.  

Once I did hope to understand 
why the caged bird sings, 

now i know.

You have freed me. 
You are me
This is us
Eternally 
Free now...

Premium Member Bipolar Blackberry

Sometimes I'm sweet sometimes I’m sour
I am of seed and purple flower power
I can be crazy while same time sane
Tis God who gave me eccentric brain

I don’t do horror too sensitive
Because tomorrow I’d rather live
Watching good things having good dreams
Instead of the flashbacks haunting me

Flashbacks of trauma from the past
Of pain and drama of a molesting dad
I am not bitter and I love him so
Dead now forgive him as I long ago

I’m a blackberry short and sweet
I chose to be merry I am unique
Like vitamin I carry love so deep
Like magical fairy I’m stigma free.

Premium Member Free Love Take Some

Proclaimed the poster 
stapled to the side of the old barn, 
its bold, bright colors in stark contrast 
to the faded paint of the cladding.

The tear-off tabs 
hanging below the poster, 
each with a bright pink heart upon it, 
flutter in the hot desert wind.

Some had already been taken, 
leaving empty gaps, 
like missing piano keys, 
a tune 
never to be played again.


Love
G - Give me a new poem- any form - Poetry Contest Placed 3rd
Sponsored by: Constance La France  
Date wrote: 1st March 2022

Fleeting Petals of Eternity

Fleeting Petals of Eternity.

Please don’t confuse our precious moments,
With faithful hopes of Eternity,

For I am just like the petals of a flower,
That bloom and cry out with vivid colours,

and then gently one by one,
Let go, 

and slowly drift with the wind,

Drifting joyfully, 
Until I can be found no more.

For we touch,
In vivid dreams, that flower at night,

and as Earths Golden Healing Light,
Streams in,
Through cracks in shabby curtains,

We dance,
Bare feet touching autumn leaves,

And swaying trees,
Wave in a million autumn colours,

For as summer slips with dignity,
Gently away,

Life slowly drifts,
into a deep night of sleep,

With dreams of dazzling sunlight, 
Flickering across wide open, 
Summer plains,

With Quite whispering songs,
Telling of stories,

Of when spring will come again.


John Robert

Free Love

I wanted to give you a kiss
But as drunk as I am, I might miss

I wanted to give you an hug
As soon as I get up from the rug

I wanted to give you a poke
But Droopy sure looks like he's broke

I wanted to give you me - but
You know nothing of value is free

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