Free Verse

Breath
I am stuck in the swirling spot below my navel, Stuck in the canyon between inhale and exhale Where movement lingers, thinks, and freezes.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
T O T A L E C L I P S E O F T H E S U N O B S C U R E D B Y C L O U D Y S K I E S T O D A Y
Think of all there is to do, On this wonderful spring day. Think of all the things to see, All of it, a blink away.
By John Oliver Smith2 years ago in Poets
Apoca-clipse
Everything comes to an end. Curtains close and the lights dim, Like the smothering of the sun. I miss the warmth of days of old, 'fore the
By Lizzy Rose2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of the Sparrow
In dawn’s gentle light, a sparrow takes flight, With wings of grace, it soars in sight. Amidst the bustling world, it sings its song,
By KVarnas2 years ago in Poets
How to love?
Life is a journey, Of love and encouragement. It could be challenging, But it's life. We love, we care, and we fail,
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
A Poem About Poetry
Poetry A vast Cosmo sweating Beneath the physicality of ink Tied down to breathing Within finite that blink A world within one
By T. Licht2 years ago in Poets
I'm Intrigued
What if life was perfect? What if there was no poverty? What if it was easy to become wealthy? What if life didn't have any obstacles?
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
Really?
“Eclipse”? Played by that group? Could I be more predictable? Like it wasn’t going to be on my list… I did try something classical:
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
I cannot believe I still love you
Our songs play on repeat, whether I want them to or not is up for debate. I listen to each word, every note, basking in the memories of us singing them together. Or you squeezing my hand just a bit tighter. And I sit with a smile, molded to the shape of the days of you.
By Jake Trammell2 years ago in Poets
ECLIPSE
Everlasting existence and, Concepts of eternity Life that lasts, more than just a long time Is the search of many in ways substantial and not
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
Why are you crying?!
Our eyes met and stuck in a net, Looked like that moment, lasted forever. You left again, I was looking to find the warmest love.
By Ina Zeneli2 years ago in Poets
The Next Billy Collins
I stood at the window, like all good poets do with a pen, paper and passion. And If I’d be Billy I’d tell you exactly which dead fly was on the sill,
By T. Licht2 years ago in Poets