Free Verse

The Perfect Pairing
Too clingy, but I like how you do The way you stick and hold on makes me feel wanted Your worst quality is my favorite
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro2 years ago in Poets
Juicy Red
An almost forbidden fruit I would sneak a peak into the kitchen just for a glimpse of crimson shade These were reserved for dinner meals and lunch omelets
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
The Peaceful Slumber
The Peaceful Slumber As the day fades into night, My weary eyes begin to close, Embracing the tranquil delight, Of a restful, deep repose.
By Safa Jama2 years ago in Poets
Kid Cuisine(Adult Comfort)
A smorgasbord! My favorite type of food- different foods together! Sweet and Savory and Salty and Bitter- I want all of them!
By Brea Henderson2 years ago in Poets
Work Time
It’s all becoming clearer It’s all smoke and mirrors As everything draws nearer We pretend to do the right thing But life’s queerer than it seems
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Wilderness
They think I’m always on the hunt Always on the prowl But usually I’m just sitting here Thinking Pondering in this wilderness I call my brain
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
HOURGLASS
All of our days are numbered- But if you knew what that number was Would you live any different? Would I? I'm sure the answer from most would be yes
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
Deja Vu
Do you get Deja Vu when I talk about you? Do your ears burn? Your heart hurt? Many of the greats have sang and sought to explain the emotional anomaly that is Deja Vu... comparing it to the pains of heartbreak & the ghosts that all live rent free in everything that reminds us of YOU. Who? Anyone whose impacted our psyche past the frontal lobe... deep into the Semantics, the logic, the invaded place where we begin to build a life that you fit into almost like its a matter of fact that you fell into me, meant to be.
By Hayley Matto2 years ago in Poets
Red tomato
bologna, dill pickle chip, mustard that was the sandwich almost everyday except when my father had a poker party the night before and
By Bonnie Schubert2 years ago in Poets
Slush Puppies Reflection
“Is your tongue blue or green?” The kids in my neighborhood would scream. It often looked like mush. I shared one with my first crush.
By C. H. Richard2 years ago in Poets
‏ Finger sized monkey
‎‏Who knew that in this world there is a monkey the size of a finger it’s called The pygmy marmoset, it’s the smallest monkey in the world. They are native to the rainforests of South America, particularly in the Amazon Basin
By “M”2 years ago in Poets
Bottled Perfection
The slightest breeze whispers across her skin, Cooling her as she bathes in the sun’s warmth, The days are waning, the rain persistent,
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets