Free Verse

instructions on releasing anxiety
don't let the styrofoam things cling to your brick tight skin. roll back your shoulders and breathe their release. watch as they change to grains
By Caitlin Gemmellabout a year ago in Poets
Two Fish
Make me pretty, I want to say, before walking out of the door. Make me pretty, somehow, amongst all the anguish of our lives.
By Sean Bassabout a year ago in Poets
Black Day
Black like night. Black like oil. Black like money, like misery, like war. Black like parenthood, like suicide, like cremation.
By Sean Bassabout a year ago in Poets
Upon seeing Adore Delano shot by Magnus Hastings
Hands stretched upwards in that Budweiser bikini, McDonald’s drive-thru sign behind. Days on end, drunk and hopeless, hidden in
By Sean Bassabout a year ago in Poets
My Womb, My Business. Content Warning.
My womb is not your home Where on its walls is a deed? No pictures, no shoes by the door There is no bed for you to claim
By Austin Jamesabout a year ago in Poets
After the film
we go outside into the cold, October street crisp, flat evening like our voices could break it if we wanted but we don’t whisper
By Sean Bassabout a year ago in Poets
I Was A Little Girl
Attitude is everything. You need to have the right attitude in life. Just hold on tight cus that means we gotta put up a fight. I believe in you and you believe in me. Shining brighter than the stars on a summer night. My personal attitude is to have joy in life and have no regrets. If I could go back, I wouldn’t change a thing. I think back to when I was sixteen. Dad gave a girl everything it is. I believe that joy is what we see beyond these clouds with your painter night sky falls. With every heartbeat, let happiness be our creed. I can remember the times I felt like this when we were so innocent but at least in need being in a world where I was incomplete.
By Tracie Sperlingabout a year ago in Poets
My feelings
You ask me, "How much do you love me?" I tell you more than the entire world. You are the breath I take. You are my heartbeat.
By Joe Bou Khalilabout a year ago in Poets
Staying Behind. Content Warning.
Where do supressed memories go I must pry open the door take a peek within and just deal with it I dont want to, I'm too fucking scared
By Daniela Alejandraabout a year ago in Poets
Limerence
You look at me askance As we dance To the limerence in each other’s eyes Sometimes I see what’s on your mind But I promise, there’s no lies
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Dark Matter. Top Story - September 2024.
What matter Of the universe Allows us access to the Incorporeal pleasures of the Soul? _ What corporeal costs Are charged for every
By Roderick Makimabout a year ago in Poets
Stolen
It’s funny how you stole All the best parts of me And still asked me to stay You stole all my best qualities And all of my memories
By Belleabout a year ago in Poets