Free Verse

I still feel small, standing by the ocean
In reverence to the vast expanse of the universe Beneath the glorious clouds I stand I am but miniscule wisps of microcosmic neurons
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Poets
ignorance
One of my greatest fears is ignorance. That we will get comfortable saying we are set in our ways. That we will no longer have the desire to learn.
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
before you
We were here before you We walked these lands underneath your feet Back when we still had to hunt Not this shopping thing you do now
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
Night Mines
Why is it that I always find the night to be the greatest time for inspiration? That as soon as the clock hits midnight, my fingers ache to press the keys? 24 hours in the day, 16 waking hours, and my mind chooses the ones reserved for sleep...
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
You will go separate ways
Loneliness grows within your marriage. Life has altered for the both of you. You stare at each other's faces every day. It's like awakening to the rage of a ravenous lion.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
Dinosaurs in Mythology and Folklore.. AI-Generated.
Long ago, in a time when the earth was young and the skies were filled with wonders beyond imagination, there existed a land known as Dragon's Ridge. Nestled between towering mountains and lush forests, this land was home to a tribe of ancient people who lived in harmony with the natural world.
By Matthew Temiloluwa 2 years ago in Poets
The Adversary: Hans
I am little bit in disbelieve, Am I alive or am I dead? I am aware enough to see no pillars beneath me, Perhaps this is purgatory?
By House September 2 years ago in Poets
Homographs
Ever wonder why thyme heals all wounds? It shows you heal your bacteria and fungi, But I always thought he was just a fun guy.
By Cheyenne Harbison2 years ago in Poets
Dark Shadows
Dark shadows are looming. I can feel them. pushing me backwards My life lacks direction, only wishes, but they don't come to fruition.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
Where were you?. Content Warning.
—Where were you during 9/11? —I was dead! **** DISCLAIMER: Neither this poem nor the writer wishes or pretends to mock or encourage any harmful, life-threatening events or attacks. This poem is of free interpretation.
By Matt B.2 years ago in Poets
Saying I Love You Is Never Enough
I could tell you that I love you a million times a day, And twenty-trillion times a night, I could create a beautiful melody,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
The Persistence of Memory
The arrow of time keeps pointing forward… or is it? If the gods wanted to for once and for all torment humanity, it would be enough to make them conscious of the trespassing of dimensions. Change. Time.
By Matt B.2 years ago in Poets