Free Verse

HOPE.
A fragile word, yet it holds universes in its syllables. A whisper in the darkness, a beacon in the tempest. We cling to it, breathe it in, make it our own.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
RACING PROGRESS: A DOUBLE-EDGED GIFT.
In the dawn of days long past, When hands were rough with toil, The whispers of the future Were but faint echoes on the wind. Man, with curious mind and restless heart, Chased the horizon's edge, Seeking the unknown, Yearning for what might be.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
To The Cosmos. Top Story - June 2024.
Sometimes I think my blood exists only of loneliness, Sometimes it feels like these bones hold the world's gravity, and in a futile attempt to float,
By Soul2 years ago in Poets
Sweetest Dream, Beautiful Nightmare
You make me smile like no one else does You can make me cry like no one else does The thought of you has brought the most overwhelming feeling of happiness I've ever felt
By Mercedes Chavez2 years ago in Poets
THE GRACEFUL SYMPHONY OF NATURE.
In the stillness of dawn, a quiet breath, The world awakens in a tender embrace, A gentle hum, an ancient song, The symphony of nature begins.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
I Will Be Your Mirror. Top Story - June 2024.
I hope you always feel beautiful when you look in the mirror. It would be a lie to say I do. Then, your mirror must be broken, like your grandfather's clock is right only twice a day.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
Worm
Said 1 to 2, "Do you think we'll ever get out of here?" "That I die in this cage is my greatest fear." “Yes, to that, my friend, I surely relate.
By Merrie Sanders2 years ago in Poets
Broken Tree
Stand still please, look and see, the magic, and wonder of my broken knee. ... Did I say knee, I meant to say tree.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
For My Childhood Swing
We were eighteen years old. The winds whistled in the north, the sun danced in the south. We lived somewhere in the middle, feeling like we did not quite belong to the wind, nor to the sun. Perhaps we were the long-distant soul daughters of an ant. You see, after all, life can hold many surprises.
By Meldra V.2 years ago in Poets
My everything!
I feel paralyzed without you. My ideas have frozen. My hands are frozen, and I can't feel my fingers. I need you here I love you
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
The Tortoise to the Hare
“What if the world ended tomorrow? And you knew it was coming?” “Hmm. That’s not much advance notice.”
By Mark Francis2 years ago in Poets
Morning of Life
In the morning of life, under a sunrise sky, Dreams of freedom dance like a star's light. Nature whispers its truth in a forest sigh,
By LASZLO SLEZAK2 years ago in Poets