Free Verse

Mr. Wedding Cake
Very first job At the age of fourteen Postpubescent dreams Of what twelve dollars a week can buy From under the table To the cash in my pocket
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Walk In The Woods. Top Story - March 2024.
I don't bring a compass or a map when I venture into the woods. I just walk, and walk, and walk. Maybe I'll wind my way around to the next house over, the garden now overgrown and the occupant now far away. There'll be no friendly hello or offer of tea if I step out there anymore.
By Kelsey Clarey2 years ago in Poets
The reaction is marvelous
The reaction is marvelous, Isn’t it, Haven’t you had that weird feeling, Before this, At times, even you don’t know, Why you reacted,
By Esala Gunathilake2 years ago in Poets
Love between two lovers
We self-reflect in love, On our love and care. We see each other without any pain. Saying we love one another. And we always will,
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
Whose Life Am I Living?
I awake to the dawn of dusk in cool empty sheets In the mirror I look at the face of an uncanny being I move towards the breakfast table with six seats only to end with a quickly fleeing
By Joseph Hernandez2 years ago in Poets
The Mask. Top Story - March 2024.
Play your cards right And keep on your poker face. Life is a game So you better play to your strengths. Only expose your weakness
By Andre The First2 years ago in Poets
Splattered Colors of Spring
Spring is here and a palette of colors have arrived, signifying a new beginning A field splattered with red poppies, their colors bringing to life a once dormant lifeless field
By Jasmine Aguilar2 years ago in Poets
Dreaming of Fireflies
Buzzing a trail with their wings Reflecting the Moon and Stars they sing They only flutter within Summer’s embrace Little children constantly give chase
By Daniel Star. Gazer2 years ago in Poets
Peanut Butter Syrup Toast
As the heat slowly drifts from the toaster t0 warm my cheeks, I anticipate my treat, and I can hardly wait, Nestled in the chrysalises of the toaster, my white bread becomes a golden brown. The pop of the toaster is my favorite sound as Grandma lifts it from the toaster onto my plate.
By Pamela Walsh-Holte2 years ago in Poets
Mercury and Competition
Mercury! What came up to your mind with that? Did your mind say, Mercury, Venus, Earth.. No, No, it's not that.. What I mean here,
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka2 years ago in Poets
The way of life
Living life, everywhere, every place, Living with purpose, not just in a race. Whoever helps us in countless ways,
By Emma Rose2 years ago in Poets
No Future For You
There it was. You saw something and then you went after it. Had a plan worked out of how you would capture it. Existence is an object of which you have toyed. Out of linear progression and into the void.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets