Free Verse

Ebony Under The Blue.
Hmm, today too the blue has changed. It has gathered too much ash Making it a bit darker. It is going to drop it’s crystal liquid,
By Williams Antwi Asiamahabout a year ago in Poets
The Soliloquy of the Unseen
In the quiet of my chamber, where shadows dance and play, I ponder on the forces that keep us in our sway. Gravity, they call it, the pull that binds us here, But what if it's a mere illusion, a trick of the sphere?
By Yvonne Padmos about a year ago in Poets
One Night on a Navy Ship
Still as glass the ocean slept, no wind to stir the air while drifting in the water, so far from land that not even a gull took wing
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)about a year ago in Poets
The thief of unseen hours
In the shadowed chambers of the mind, there lurks a silent thief, Its fingers slender and unseen, tracing the edges of a future unformed.
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
Dearest Life
Dearest Life, As dusk wraps its gentle arms around the day, I sit in the echoing stillness of this room, Eyes drifting over the horizon where my children carve their paths, distant and untroubled.
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
The covenant of the sunrise
In the hush of dawn's cradle, where shadows cling to the edge of waking dreams, There lies the untold splendor of a new morn, weaving its whisper through the thin veil of time.
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
Toe-tally
It's the end of a well trodden path, I am not where I want to be nor lost; I am hidden in dusty archives, under decades of questioning that word, that world called TRUTH. Yea, truth is best uncovered, no matter how cold it is, how old it is and where it leaves us. Truth can lead to blindness. You know about this, am I right again?
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Poets
What love feels like
Love is a goal. A destination. A road that you go by to reach your destination. To reach your true love. The love of your life.
By Joe Bou Khalilabout a year ago in Poets
Young , dumb
He was perfect. He was the light to my fire, the brilliance that sparked my world, the rose that added beauty to my life. He illuminated my world.
By Kodahabout a year ago in Poets
The Echos of Life
You work eight hours just to live four, Counting the seconds as life feels like a chore. Six days of labor for one day to unwind,
By Vabout a year ago in Poets
The Sound Of This Vast Universe
Soundlessness Surrounds and fills a Shadowed depth we call the Universe Invisible Infinity's outstretched surrounding what was First Un-iridescent
By Aiden Haleabout a year ago in Poets
Real Girl. Content Warning.
I feel like clouds of lightning in the dark, but the lightning is black. Static that is sharp and clinging to the binary in my mind. I am good. I am bad. I am angel. I am demon. Binary. On. Off. On. Stuck somewhere in the middle, between living and dying, like mushrooms born of decay. If I’m born of decay can goodness exist? My brain keeps telling me I’m broken. Useless. Deluded. Insane. Dead inside. But if I’m dead inside why does my heart hurt so much, so often. Like a gaping wound with him screaming at me from inside. Fingers clawing at me, trying to break out, to make me as broken as he is. Why is he even here? Why does he matter? Why are his nails so long, why do his teeth gnaw at me? Jagged stumps in bloody gums telling me I deserve this. I can’t get better because I’m not a real girl. I’m just a blow up doll filled with air and cum and hatred. Sit me on the couch and hold my hand, the squeak of rubber on plastic, of the air escaping out of the hole you crawled through, like a balloon stabbed with a toothpick. Thousands of tiny pricks. I look for blood to ooze, pour, spray, but then I remember I’m not a real girl after all.
By Kristen Campbellabout a year ago in Poets