Free Verse

Why Did She Stay?. Content Warning.
She’s 18, at a frat party. Spotted, targeted, by a senior. He gets her to his room, Puts on a comedy special, (Louis C.K., ironically)
By Test2 years ago in Poets
The Restorative Power of the Quietest Sea
The wind in June keeps blowing a ceaseless refrain The rain in June keeps falling a cacophonous strain The sea in early summer
By Dawnxisoul393art2 years ago in Poets
The Ocean's Humble Journey
Unfathomable black and blue, the depths below Mysteries untold, where currents ebb and flow Yet rising from the shadows, a boundless gold
By Dawnxisoul393art2 years ago in Poets
You Are Your Own Story
You are the stories you build yourself, Crafted from dreams upon your shelf, With every word and every deed, You plant the seeds of what you'll be.
By shanmuga priya2 years ago in Poets
Hello, Treasure ❤️
Time Talent Treasure These are the three things we can be giving as a way to be the hands and feet of Jesus. Time is priceless. We hoard it without knowing, we waste it without knowing and it’s not renewable. We lash out when we think someone is taking too long, but we don’t always offer any to a person who needs just a piece of it. Thirty minutes at a homeless camp is so valuable that a price can’t be put on it. An hour at a nursing home is worth ten years of no visitors, and yet we think that hour should be spent elsewhere. Be the ministry of presence.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Under the Starlit Veil
At night, by the seaside we stand Where endless silence gently commands The sea, serene, slumbers in peace Awakening as if from a dream's release
By Dawnxisoul393art2 years ago in Poets
youth
I changed my clothes and stood up. I left the familiar building in a trance. I walked for a long time, but I didn't know
By Lucian2 years ago in Poets
Our hearts
We will ride on horses faster than light. To walk the world with a glint of an eye. We will not look back. We will hold each other's hands and walk the same path.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
circles the poet
I'm not sure what I'm doing. Do you see what I see? Lipstick on a pig. Achievements never looked good on me. A million awards but the presentation is tainted. Painted talons are still sharp. A soft mouse still a pest. A spider with cute eyes still with eight spiny legs. Do you see what I see?
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
lamp
There are too many shaky things in my body Regarding the meaning of life, I can only ask a quiet lamp Before everything is answered
By Lucian2 years ago in Poets
Autopsy of the Mind
It's 955 days into this journey now, 1.8 million words of contemplation that I may see my way clear of the ship-rope knot of old habits,
By David Muñoz2 years ago in Poets
Pogonophile - I am that mad boy 🧔
I recall those days, Rubbed the stubble of our father, Why was coarse, Thought and may be overthought, Touched my face yes touched,
By Esala Gunathilake2 years ago in Poets