Free Verse

Rainbows of the Heart
In the realm of longing I yearn to find A meeting of souls in moments so kind For this, I beseech the Buddha's divine grace
By Dawnxisoul393art2 years ago in Poets
They are unaware of your fate
Allow them to blackmail you. Allow them to talk as they wish. They don't know about your life. They talk nonetheless. Watch them and let things happen.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
Mind Over Matter. AI-Generated.
In the vast expanse of our minds, lies the power to conquer all confines. Through trials and tribulations, we find,
By Noonaj2 years ago in Poets
Don't Judge. AI-Generated.
Don't judge a person by their face For beauty is more than a physical place A rough exterior, a gentle soul Can hide a heart that's whole
By Noonaj2 years ago in Poets
I might die this way
Perhaps God can turn things around. The hope within me and wishes that I cherish. There's a lot within my heavy heart. I'm looking at every situation in a positive way.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
In the Meadows of Lavender
In a world that races with haste and might, A soul ran swiftly through day and night, With no clear path, her heart afloat,
By fleeting.serenics2 years ago in Poets
Life and Death
Hello, I am where it all begins. Nice to meet you. I am where it all ends. I’m every breath they take through this world they pass.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
A faithful dialogue
In the silence of the chapel, we meet, "Have you found solace in prayer's embrace?" "Solace, perhaps, but questions still entreat, Why does suffering persist, leaving no trace?"
By Nneka Anieze2 years ago in Poets
THE PULSE OF AUTHORITY.
I. In the quiet corridors where decisions echo, Authority breathes, a pulse unseen, A rhythm of command and consequence, Measured in the weight of words, In the tilt of a head, the gaze held firm. It resides in the hush of anticipation, In the flicker of screens and the shuffle of papers, In the stillness that precedes the storm.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
"THE CROWN AND THE SWORD"
I wield the crown and the sword, symbols of power and sovereignty, each imbued with its own weight, its own burden, its own story.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
A SYMPHONY OF STARS.
In the velvet expanse of night, where darkness is a canvas painted with celestial fire, the stars emerge like notes in a grand symphony.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
The Melody of Solitary Pen
In the realm where words dance free In the realm where pen sings alone Maybe, just maybe I find solace and glee In the passage of time
By Dawnxisoul393art2 years ago in Poets