Free Verse

Ode to the pig. Content Warning.
Spare me, Circe, your useless spells revealing the hidden truths there's no redemption in the trough [-] I'm the cold reptile poet
By M.2 years ago in Poets
Let love be your destination
We say we love. But how much do we love? We put everything into love. Because it lives. When we love the right person, it's like choosing the perfect other half of yourself.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
With All of My Senses
When I get quiet and tap into the well of peace, everything is as it should be — Blossoming with a fragrance so divine that it takes my breath away.
By Ute Luppertz ✨ 2 years ago in Poets
Remembering…
I haven’t forgotten About the crowd, or the bartenders girlfriend who hasn’t seen me in a while. I haven’t forgotten about the awkward exchange with the Uber driver once I entered his car.
By BrettNotGreg2 years ago in Poets
Still the Airwaves
Stay still the airwaves - Bach Cello is melting - Mixing crater and staircase - The whole show's beguiling - I've driven fold rollers over terry clothes and hand baskets -
By R.M. Kamm2 years ago in Poets
I'LL STILL BE HERE
It's interesting how my post did not get approval and it's still pending. Maybe my mission is still not complete. Here.
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)2 years ago in Poets
Be the love you so actively seek
The horizon awaits the embellishment of its blending hues, To be dazzled in its beauties, to be unafraid of the unknown mighty blue.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Jungle
On a fresh day, A soft breeze The trees murmur. In the jungle. Dappled streams with sunlight. _ Sun beams illuminated the forest.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
The Eyes That Never Close
What does a voice say when it has brushed eternity? What words suffice to sum it up? Composed they sit...Silent. Resolved, they act out their narrative in the weathering blue stone that ages even the innocent. Wizened beyond their childlike forms, they weep with the rain and whistle with the wind. They who see, but do not speak. The watchers of the world.
By Abbey Ness2 years ago in Poets
Karma
Karma came to get you charted course, snuck her way in, and settled down squatting in your backyard, she's a fiend whispering through your window
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
Open Road
yesterday the world closed its doors for a moment nowhere was open we took solace in the charm of home found peace where we could
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
Recailming My Power
I no longer possess the strength, My will has been denied. Held captive by the grip of fear, I’ve struggled in this never-ending pursuit.
By Brenda Fluharty2 years ago in Poets