Free Verse

How To Plan The Perfect Valentine’s Night
1. The purple cotton candy sky has swallowed the sun. 2. The once slow ticking time, ticks loudly, whispering do not hasty.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
Roses
In Garbage Short lived lives what beauty recorded amounting to Nothing more than added pieces of a midden mound before becoming discarded trash
By simplicity2 years ago in Poets
I war no more. Content Warning.
Sirens Wind Chimes Sandcastles Postcard Grave The sirens scream: “Air raid! Seek shelter!” I'll close my eyes, And hear the windchimes.
By Salomé Saffiri2 years ago in Poets
Crush Your Own Dreams
My part to play Is a small one In my own life But significant in others To help them rise To help them grow To help them fulfil
By Manisha Dhalani2 years ago in Poets
Enticement 🌹
Long I stood at the gates of beguilement and temptation hearing him whisper his silent seduction in my ear Feeling the unholy beckoning from the depths of the labyrinth
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Poets
Seeing Double Trouble
"Alice!!" the rabbit hole don't look down temptations await drink me eat me ...show me that big smile wont you... I promise I wont bite
By Hayley Matto2 years ago in Poets
Spam X
I dedicate this to Chelsea @LauraW50860 *** I am always startled, don't you know By the women who like my work. I share my stuff the media way
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
Tormented
I’m lost and I’m drowning Smiling on the outside but inside I’m permanently frowning. Those around me refuse to listen, So they’ll never understand.
By Danielle Elizabeth Andrews2 years ago in Poets
Brown Bird Of Hope
Hand pressed to the frigid glass, Nose a mere inch from the window, My eyes searched for a sign, Any sign that everything would be okay.
By Danielle Elizabeth Andrews2 years ago in Poets
Friendship
Friendship comes in shades of blue from azure to teal like the deep sky or ultramarine like the sea at dusk when there is only
By Randy Baker2 years ago in Poets
Hot Pocket Reflections, Version 1
When I was younger I had piano lessons at my Mom-Mom's house late each Saturday morning. She had lunch ready for my brother and I each time;
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
Melpomene and Thalia
Depression is a way of life I will never believe It's not real unhinged cowering in dark rooms alone consequence of expectations Worthless, pointless, failed endeavors galore love deposited me here The victim Never understanding, Feeling blessed to be alive Everyday a gift Joy, like the smiling people in commercials Seems like acting
By simplicity2 years ago in Poets