Free Verse

Golden Age of Smut
The golden age of smut Adulterous leaders lying their way to favor under the Liar-In-Chief - a simpering, whining caricature, thin-lipped and ever-plotting who can’t open his mouth but to shovel French fries in it and spew lies out of it
By Andrea Corwin 5 days ago in Poets
Is This a Rabbit Hutch Or An Apartment?
“Shut up. Yeah, you, up there!” I'm tired of pounding the ceiling with a broomstick. “Hello, Mike. I’ll get right to the point. Can you make the guy above me quiet down? I have to get up early for work, and he's banging on the floor—fucking! Get him a bed. Why am I calling you? You’re the landlord. Did you forget? Do not dare send your 'apartment manager' brother—he stole my antique Christmas ornaments, remember? I got them back after you both said they were taken to the dump, and then they suddenly reappeared when I wouldn't pay the rent. I’m not paying rent until this noise problem is fixed."
By Andrea Corwin 5 days ago in Poets
Among the Cypress
maybe we’re both just passing time here on the ground—you, a creature of the sky and me, more comfortable in water than on land.
By Harper Lewis5 days ago in Poets
Silence
I let him hit me spit in my face to protect not me not them but her. We’ve been through this before the chains, the glass,
By Tennessee Garbage5 days ago in Poets
Alone in a Dream
Hey, you. I wanted to let you know that I heard your cry. I listened and I understood. I hear you. Sometimes I like to think about my place in the universe, and I close my eyes and I imagine that whatever it is that makes myself me, body and soul, is a single atom amongst the infinite fabric of space and time.
By Amos Glade5 days ago in Poets
Why the How
a million memories, azaleas, camellias, and dogwoods. Wisteria. fragments of who I was, who you thought I was, who you were, who I thought you were.
By Harper Lewis5 days ago in Poets
More Than 4 Walls
Lush ground through bare feet, amongst butterflies on daisies, A bonfire’s blaze stirring unspoken awe, billowing smoke trailed into a starry night
By Danielle Eckhart5 days ago in Poets
Cheers!
Pencil, pencil in my hand I wish I were the best writer in the land Round and round in my head These thoughts seem full of lead
By Mother Combs5 days ago in Poets
Lordhair Launches the Hair Industry's First AI Search for People with Hair System
Finding the right hair system used to feel like navigating a maze. Tabs everywhere. Confusing terminology. Endless comparisons between lace bases, skin bases, densities, and colors.
By Leo 5 days ago in Poets
I Don't Trust Systems Anymore
I don’t trust systems anymore. I used to be afraid to say that out loud. * Because for a long time, everything did seem connected.
By Shannon Hilson5 days ago in Poets
Writer's Block
Writer's block, Oh dear writer's block, Why must you afflict me so? I sit down in my chair, Excited to write my story,
By Rebecca Patton5 days ago in Poets
She Wears Hearts Like Armour
She Wears Hearts Like Armour She wears hearts like armour, pressed into her skin, soft shapes pretending they do not remember pain.
By George’s Girl 2026 5 days ago in Poets