Celebrity Free Verse Poems | Examples
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When I am alone, and sit and dream
When the world I dreamed is missing
Yes! I remember that is a room full of light
But now the light is missing
I can't tell if you're with me
So, please close up the windows
And let the sun come into my room
Through the door you opened
For inside the light of me,
The light that you've met in dark
It's time to say goodbye
Horizons are never distal
Would I must find them alone
Without true light shared with you
I will move over the seas
That's how I cognize the whys
No, they no longer exist
As the time insisted on saying goodby
Zambia was my mother—
shaped like a butterfly resting in the heart of Africa,
her wings curved not by nature alone,
but by the lines of empires
who came to take what was never theirs.
They called her Northern Rhodesia,
after tasting the sweetness of her soil
and stealing the copper from her veins.
Her rivers run wild with spirit—
the Zambezi roaring with ancient songs,
Victoria Falls spilling the Smoke that Thunders,
blessing the weary and healing the broken.
She faces the Scorpio Sun,
and her children, like copper,
are strong yet quiet—
holding centuries in their silence.
Kenneth Kaunda once walked her soil,
weeping for Africa when she was in chains,
rejoicing when she rose again.
Zambia holds the bones of my ancestors
and the dreams of the unborn.
Her wilderness breathes with lions,
her sunsets bleed crimson into the night.
Africa cradles her,
and she cradles me.
When I return to dust,
let me rest in her copper-red earth—
for Zambia was my Mother,
and Africa is my Heaven.
Written: August 27, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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They showed without trumpets,
but with teeth—
Four shadows galloping through
the marrow of time.
One wore famine such as a crown,
another cloaked in fire’s deceit.
The third preached war
in the brother’s tongue,
and the fourth laughed
as the stars forgot their names.
The wheel spun—
not to teach,
but to tremble,
Dharma cracked beneath the weight
of poisoned promises
We raised shrines from
the threads of logic,
We offered them our views
and named it veridically raw.
Yet in some distant spot,
A silver surfer glides through
the endless expanse
carrying no blade,
Just a memory— a soft whisper
of who we once were,
Here the shadows fell
laid claim to our light.
In the middle of the scorching hot sun
I met a breeze.
It was fair,
tall, and calm.
The breeze smiled,
I don't know for who,
maybe for me,
maybe for the universe.
His frame was cold,
yet for some reason,
he was warm.
His smile was the most endearing thing that had ever existed.
he looked so beautiful, like a pure white cloak, dancing along with the wind.
He left a very strong impression,
He looked like a stoic person.
But the more I see of him,
the more he seemed to be a genuine person.
Dark tiny dots,
I guess the word "beauty mark"
really wasn't just a mark people use to differentiate a person,
but a sign that a person is truly loved,
it's a perfection, a confession,
a mark of eternal love.
I was not born to be loved—
but to bleed beauty into silence.
Where others kissed,
I shattered.
Where others lived,
I died quietly—
and rose as flame.
From my heartline,
a river of sorrow carved my name
into the Mount of the Sun.
The gods gave me a flag
stitched with every wound
I’ve ever wept.
Not a flag of nations,
but of nations of the heart.
Every soul that’s ever broken
will hear my voice in the wind,
see my shadow in fire,
feel my truth in the mirror.
I do not seek fame—
I am the wound that sings.
I do not ask for love—
I carry the love that lost its way.
Let the world bow,
not to me—
but to the truth
I carry like thunder
beneath my ribs.
For I was not made to be known.
I was made
to remind the world
what it forgot.
"I rise not from fortune, but from flame."
"I rise not to be seen, but to awaken sight."
"I rise not with power, but with prophecy."
We were parallel walking
she asked if I found [famous person] attractive
I sucked a thoughtful tooth (as if)
and said I'm not one to fawn over
minor celebrities
she said fawn I said yes fawn
But if [famous person] was here now
I'd attach myself to her legs and let her
drag me through the mud
like an I don't know what
the metaphor failed me. She said
Like a dangleberry.
I don't know what you mean, and obv.
which is short for obviously
as an alpha male I am not one to submit
to be dragged away anyway and yet
in this instance [famous person] would have to
beat me off, stop it, that's enough now
I mean her magnificent legs which
in this unlikely scenario I have attached myself to
remember
Honestly, I wish I'd never started this
she said me too
and that was that
for the rest
of our walk
The devil is
what the devil is
the devil does
what the devil does
why blame Diddy
for what one accepts,
the cravings of a shallow ego?
Hollywood-fame comes with an
industry price
sort of like sitting on a subway
seat, where last sat a commuter
covered with lice --
What can the matter be Forbidden is the tree of words of earth giving! But for me the feel the taste the spiritual touch that is given is amorous complete yet all of me know it is forbidden on earths judgmental realms of being to late to see the forest for the trees
My Spirits seems to understand the dilemma forbidden yes the soul is loved.And yes!
Love so protective so sweet so calm my burning souls adoration calls my name in the love song zone heart to heart for my attention in his life realm bleeds the request with tears this should be forbidden. Where love falls forbidden and all knew why! What can the matter be a glowing tree of speech expressions rides high to be oh to be at home with love where peace be but forbidden when love is free so close but so far away my mind never knew this would lead to the Lords request journey of me. So let it be. Soul untimely tree let the Lord's will be done to face the jealousy so cruel as the grave dead works dead words for God's will must be done what a journey now jealousy fires arise of another at least three how can they be claiming me my love my time when am only one women in love!
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put me in the minor leagues
I would not know what do with all that money from the majors
I do not seek the Yankees or the Cubs
I am not a party animal, do not fancy myself a celebrity
Do not need a mansion or my own airplane
The minor leagues is fine
Can you hit a ball? The scout asks.
Not sure. I have never tried.
I'm happy with my brain
Don't need to hook-up with ai
Don't need to feed the profits
Of experimental human control
Let the cool kids with glow-worm
Smiles pirouette the possibilities
Of trans-human cages of our minds
Promising the new god
I'm good with the God I got now!
Only His Will is the path I follow
So let them dance on my TV screen
With celebrity endorsements
Forcing compliance with zero alternatives
Denying access without their
Definition of enlightenment
My glow comes from God
I'm
Good
2015.4.13 @ 15:08:03
From time to time, I believed you had unintentionally caused me harm.
I expressed and complained about them,
Then I forgave, forgot and moved on.
My favourite number was three,
I believed I did three big favours for you.
I also travelled with you three tourist places.
I always visit historic sites and country towns
During winter and when the weather is colder.
I did not tell you this because
I was not keen on making promises.
I might not please people easily,
But I definitely very careful not to offend people.
After all, I am only a common person, no body and no celebrity.
To err is human, to forgive is devine.
Will you ever forgive me if I offended you,
Which I could not recall any at all.
Woman's Right Oath
Welfare fraud, ghetto sex slave triumphant
Bestow death upon civilization
Embarrassment for all positive outlook flowers
And further destruction and reviling vanity mirrors
Reframing gas fare and squandering progress from llc
Charity horror film of life
Celebrity definer lightstyles
.gov vs .org
Bad .com bubble
Like in Los Angeles they hide the homeless money
Civil rights jobs and homeless services jobs
While people die they degrade your future and use slush fund for celebrity politician style affluent designer lifestyle evil
Hob nobbing as lobby at legal threshold of litigation exposure
These are the beggar girls you give money to from there crafty pity subsidize me while I criminology, psychology and pharmacy rep with risk assessment software in sub contracted social services sector of church funded non profit
Woman's Right Oath
Welfare fraud, ghetto sex slave triumphant
Bestow death upon civilization
Embarrassment for all positive outlook flowers
And further destruction and reviling vanity mirrors
Reframing gas fare and squandering progress from llc
Charity horror film of life
Celebrity definer lightstyles
.gov vs .org
Bad .com bubble
Like in Los Angeles they hide the homeless money
Civil rights jobs and homeless services jobs
While people die they degrade your future and use slush fund for celebrity politician style affluent designer lifestyle evil
Hob nobbing as lobby at legal threshold of litigation exposure
These are the beggar girls you give money to from there crafty pity subsidize me while I criminology, psychology and pharmacy rep with risk assessment software in sub contracted social services sector of church funded non profit
rebel dancer model with a dulcet voice
and penchant for theatrics
Brigitte took Paris by storm
the bombshell exuded more than beauty
she was a force to be reckoned with
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail.
In his tongue.
Whose tongue?
Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell.
What, with my tongue in your tail?
Nay, come again, Good Kate;
I am a gentleman.
—William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew
(exchange between Petruchio and Katherine)
Love looks like blue skies, nay.
Today is the tango of sister twisters.
Innuendos don’t behave. They slave
over the mountains and valleys.
Twines of a forked tongue, devilishly
misbehaving, drunken in delight.
Good Kate, is she kind, his kind of date?
Will she satisfy his intellect, his loins?
Is he a gentleman, this Shakespeare?
Is his lady worthy of remarkable taste?
Petruchio, with his yellow jacket,
prepared to sting, with lover’s words.
Katherine’s falling into the Venus fly trap
as she plays along, bidding farewell.
Petruchio draws her back in
wagging his tail and tongue.
These heavy boots filled by Taylor and Burton
acting in real time and on the silver-tongued screen.
If the ballroom could produce such a tango as this,
Shakespeare himself would rise and erupt in applause.