Free Verse

"Women are Queens". Content Warning.
Women are Queens I need to write this letter, this article, this prose, this song, this poem to create and share ideas or opinions from my brain or your brain of another human being in our climate of hate vs love and hope vs despair.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
When It Rains
Some say the rain falls soft and kind Washing away the troubled mind From what I’ve felt beneath its touch I hold with those who cherish much
By Hanen Mehadbiabout a year ago in Poets
The Signs of the Divine
These signs weren’t created in vain, Those messengers didn’t come just to perish, The Earth doesn’t shiver in play,
By Touseef Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
In the Quiet Stillness
Here I sit, In a room filled with the echoes of the day, Where the world's noise fades, And all that's left is this moment,
By RKabout a year ago in Poets
Several stitches on my once seamless heart. Content Warning.
Life; You don't get out of it alive, Or unscathed for that matter, A once seamless heart, Can so easily tatter. From a misspent youth,
By Natalie Carrabout a year ago in Poets
Aquatic Alchemy
In the soothing morning light, water mumbles, a soft hymn of revival, its clear welcome, a gentle ointment for the fatigued,
By Talia Devoraabout a year ago in Poets
Lost Treasure
A treasure long lost only legends remain of the Vocal Awards ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
Shhhhh
Such screaming I’ve never heard, Innocent chatter obscuring the word; Listen to a pin drop on the floor, Enter silently through the door,
By Moe Radosevichabout a year ago in Poets
Pluto You too?
They said, "You're not a planet now. Your status has been stripped away." But Pluto, in the endless dark, did not let this judgment sway.
By Karun about a year ago in Poets
Rage Against the Dying of the Light
Do not go gentle into that good night; fight fiercely against the fading light. Old age should burn and rave at the close of day rage, rage against the dying of the light. Even the wise, who know that darkness is inevitable, refuse to surrender quietly because their words, though wise, have never pierced the sky with the force of lightning. They do not go gentle into that good night.
By cathynli namuliabout a year ago in Poets
The Price of Silence
Silence is virtue, but not always, if the right to speak was taken away, the world would be an awfully quiet place. Initiate the hate; the world seems to love it more than anything else, fueling its dark fire.
By Karina Thyraabout a year ago in Poets
Air Hankie. Top Story - August 2024.
i spat out the window (the window wasn't up this time) into the breeze i was driving so both my sixty kilometres per hour
By Brenabout a year ago in Poets