Free Verse

A Tapestry of Friendship. Content Warning.
In the tapestry of life, friends are the threads, Binding our hearts in the loom of shared dreams. Through the highs and lows, their presence steads,
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
7. Top Story - February 2024.
I am Seven. Siete, saba tepgn, seacht The number of completion. Momma’s wash belly child. The last, the final.
By Randy Baker2 years ago in Poets
Lost Things Wait for You to Find Them but Sometimes They Don't. First Place in Inverse Challenge.
You’ll find what you have lost think of when you held it last my inner sage counsels retrace your steps your misplaced charm will dangle
By Teresa Renton2 years ago in Poets
Lovely. Top Story - February 2024.
Held. I wiped tears from your eyes; we played your favourite song sung by Etta James. "At Last", your frail frame unfolded into my strong heart beat, not missing a step we made it almost to the end, before collapsing. Anguish pushed through a slight glimmer in your grey eyes, once again fever swept over you; I wiped your brow with a cool cloth, then like white chocolate in the afternoon sun, you melted away. Our love was a last dance, a promenade of bashful memories, tender as the fledgling free from it's warmth, flightless, featherless, starving, then fed. I longed for one dance more, yet time stole us in a heated breath; at last, you will be, forever lovely.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
What is Life?
“For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: We spend our years as a tale that is told. The days our years are three scores and ten;
By Ayomide Oyeyinka 2 years ago in Poets
The path
I wanted to walk through a garden with you take a magical path through sweet smelling trees where rainbows burst into smiles
By M. Lee, MFA2 years ago in Poets
IF ONLY MOTIVATION OPERATES BY DEFAULT!
Life is a see-saw One day I'm up The next day I'm down. I enjoy the joy of heights To be able to see things from a far But when I'm down in the valley
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)2 years ago in Poets
Resiliency
I spent every ounce of my resiliency on surviving you, you and your screams of disapproval, your insistence that you knew best even when you were completely and proveably wrong
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
The Moonlit Dancefloor
The moon paints the dancefloor, with a luminous sigh, Where ghosts of our laughter waltz beneath the night sky. My hand reaches out, to touch your phantom embrace,
By a broken heart2 years ago in Poets
Ashes of Eden
Eden's embers smolder, where love once did bloom, A tapestry of ash, consumed by grief's gloom. Thorns of regret pierce the soul, where roses once swayed,
By a broken heart2 years ago in Poets
The Moonlit Well
Beneath the moonlit well, memories reside, Like sunken treasures, where emotions hide. Each ripple reflects, a stolen embrace,
By a broken heart2 years ago in Poets
The Symphony of Silence
A symphony of silence, fills the empty hall, Where melodies of laughter, once painted the wall. No crescendos of joy, no whispers of sweet talk,
By a broken heart2 years ago in Poets