Free Verse

blue.
Blue The sky, my jeans, the candy from Percy Jackson. The sky, the sea, a hazy Tuesday morning. A little after dusk, the chipped paint of a bathroom stall, the odd metallic blue of a puddle that seams it leads to other worlds.
By Harleen 🤎2 years ago in Poets
Question Everything
Question everything. Hold it captive. Scrutinize it from all angles. Seek Truth wherever it hides. Anything that is not Truth is a Lie.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Poets
On love and loss
Stephen Crane: A man said to the universe “Sir, I exist” “However,” replied the universe “That fact has not created in me
By Jill Harper-Judd2 years ago in Poets
Honeysuckle
My scent will entice you. My taste will bring you back. The more attention you give me, the higher I climb. And while you’re distracted by the things that make me appealing, I’m wrapping around you tightly.
By Tiffany Fairfield2 years ago in Poets
Falling up
We were two souls lost in the darkness and talking to each other throughout it was slowly tethering us together. We were building the foundations of our world. Where no one could find us and only those we allowed could enter. We wrapped ourselves in a bubble of fantasy and insanity and we felt home. We weren’t religious, but we created a god and worshipped at each other’s feet.
By Tiffany Fairfield2 years ago in Poets
Repair
Here I sit Working as hard as I can Parts squeaking and grinding Everything overheating Everyday they use me Abuse me
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Motherhood
A little about me, and most other moms, Beyond our innocent maiden years, Caught in the cavernous, lonely space of motherhood,
By Jackie Adams2 years ago in Poets
Seaside Sorrow!
Sibilant sounds sift slowly southwards… Sirens shatter surf‘s soothing sighs… Searchers’ steps stagger… stumble… Smashing simple, silica sandcastles swiftly.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago in Poets
The Shut-in
The Shut-in Peek through the peephole. Behold the ghosts Of childhood shadows. <> Hungry. Alone. Forever. Forever hungry and alone.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Poets
Easy Money
Introduction I work supporting a Finance Department but I am not an accountant and continually remark that accountancy is just a game played with the Inland Revenue with each one trying to trip the other up.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Wolf Symphony
Beneath the amber glow of a waxing moon, the wolves emerge from the twilight, silent sentinels of the wilderness. Their fur, a mosaic of greys and russet hues, weaves a living symphony against the canvas of the night. In the quiet dance of shadows and moonbeams, they move with an ancient grace, guardians of a world untouched by the hands of time.
By Katya Danova2 years ago in Poets
Song of the Jelly Man
"Jelly man! Jelly man!" A stampede of children erupts, as we stroll by, my own child quizzing me with eyes that see all these things new.
By Randy Baker2 years ago in Poets