Free Verse

Reclaiming the Spark
I rummaged through a pile of manuscript paper Yellowed pages holding the verses of yesteryear Hoping to find the happy poems of the past
By Dawnxisoul393art2 years ago in Poets
Modern Day "Heroes"
I'm a crumpled letter, Dirty and war torn dragged through the mud... and the blood by some man who went before Now I'm tucked away
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
A Tapestry of You A Love Poem. Content Warning.
A Tapestry of You: A Love Poem Before you, my reality was a material, huge and pale, Brushed with the grays of normal, a dreary story. The sun rose and set, an anticipated dance, Making no imprint on my spirit, an empty region.
By Bikash Purkait2 years ago in Poets
Wherever Life Takes You
Fate is not the wind Fickle and fleeting Blowing back and forth With no true meaning Fate is the earth Steadfast and true
By Dawnxisoul393art2 years ago in Poets
The human and the Cat
What a cute kitty cat! What a strange creature. Why are you here little one? Why are you still here? Where are you going?
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Poets
Dismantled Perhaps
Dismantled Perhaps’ The sounds of the broom’s mouth Old and choking with dust rise from The ground as they’d been what hot air is
By Meri Utkovska2 years ago in Poets
I was awaken all the night!
Yesterday I had a dream, That dream became a reality, I was awakened all the night, For a quarter nychthemeron, when switched off the light,
By Esala Gunathilake2 years ago in Poets
Collared by the cat. Top Story - June 2024.
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By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets

CARCASS CABLE. Runner-up in Dialogue Poetry Challenge.

That sound is still so strange to me. And just what sound would that be? The squelching sound of the hook through flesh.

By Aaron Morrison2 years ago in Poets

Oil Pastel Reverie

I long for the simplicity of oil pastels Those waxy wands of vibrant hue To grasp them in my eager hands And let my heart's desires shine through

By Dawnxisoul393art2 years ago in Poets

Remember

I don’t want to do it. I don’t want to try. Be brave, little one. It's okay to cry. But it’s hurting my heart; he’s gone away.

By Sian N. Clutton2 years ago in Poets

Whisper Loud

Is it a cold winter sound When I feel your warmth a smile grows wide beneath When you whisper loud It heals all past and wound

By Karun 2 years ago in Poets