Tagged "Free Verse"

Homesick

An odd question from a man looks like he fits here, could be an old Grizzly Adams: "Are you homesick yet?" And I didn't know how to answer, so I just smiled and said I wasn't.

By Benjamin Kibbey2 years ago in Poets

"VIRTUAL REALITY LOVE". Content Warning.

This is a poem, a story about two twin souls meeting online at an older age. They live far apart but not in their hearts. There are many stories of romances online in 2024. Not all romances online are scams. I believe in love again even at the age of 74. I have an old rock n roll heart. Rock on through the music and time of space and internet lines.

By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets

Top Story. Top Story - February 2024.

Top story Oh what a glory To wake up and see You’ve beat an untold number of contenders today Oh hooray What a wonderful day

By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets

Puffy Eyes

"I'm tired" This seems to the words that my mind Chants. On repeat. Lately, It's all I can think about Focus on. How tired I feel

By Manisha Dhalani2 years ago in Poets

Midnight

Midnight He holds my hand as we fall asleep: our fingers wound together like the binding of a well-worn book, the edges of our feet resting against each other -

By Amanda Reifert2 years ago in Poets

Arizona Voice

Arizona Voice A stone is not so easily touched. Murmurs of motion evoke something deep within the layers of hardened earth.

By Amanda Reifert2 years ago in Poets

Lucifer. Content Warning.

Lucifer In the absence of light we fall - the black descent through the suffocation of night. Walls enclose until escape is but a distant hope -

By Amanda Reifert2 years ago in Poets

The Love of a Married Man Is an Underrated Terror

The Love of a Married Man is an Underrated Terror The love of a married man is an underrated terror - his gaze glittering with passing street lamps,

By Amanda Reifert2 years ago in Poets

1100 S.

1100 S. Venice is beautiful. Not unlike a late blooming rose so often misunderstood. Life surges behind eclectic rock and molded metal.

By Amanda Reifert2 years ago in Poets

Someday

Someday A kingly blanket will coat all green, bleaching the land with a freezing certainty. Someday all will be keen on appraising the silent renewal of nature.

By Amanda Reifert2 years ago in Poets

La Manche. Content Warning.

La Manche Black ice slams into my whole paralyzing my being blurring my vision letting me enter the beast blind and bound

By Amanda Reifert2 years ago in Poets

'TWD' Anthology

King County Never had I dreamt the perfect world would lie in waste... in dust and grime... the rocks of Atlanta still in an eerie silence... the Mother of all halted by a meaningless betrayal. Tears of the once brave litter the earth beneath the steps of a father, a leader of the lost. Must democracy reign amidst dictators or shall a savior emerge, offering protection against the connection to the poisonous forest - venomous by nature, experimenting with the living. It mocks those who lament over the front it has up, disorienting and diminishing what little will is left. Empty holsters with pistols held at temples - justification for the new world, the once perfect world.

By Amanda Reifert2 years ago in Poets