Free Verse

Open Sky Heart
It went off with a bang. Bullet holes opened their fanged mouths in my chest As the rest of me curled backward in open-mouth shock.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
That Sound
When the last whimper of defeat exhales The final blow that lands, succeeds The last rejoinder goes unanswered You will hear that sound
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
The Waning Uniqueness
Yesterday, while scrolling on social media, I noticed one girl who wasn't quite well at dancing, but still, she was in a desperate attempt to attract attention. I felt something suspicious or uncommon and opened up her page. I check out that profile with utmost curiosity and with a muddled set of mind. Scrolling for a few minutes and my mind went numb.
By Geetesh D.2 years ago in Poets
Lost
Oh, where did you go Are you beneath the bed Or in the pillow Where are you strange fellow Lost to eternity How did you ever enter me
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Dragon in Me
Swelling, smouldering, burnt beginnings, casting amber forms rendering, Warnings, smoking, inner soot, charring breaster, basting, cooked, Creation, never tasting, sucking, stealing, cell by cell, wrathful, raging, Always stewing, pushing, scheming, slashing dreamers, queendom's sun Rising, grasping, determined, done, brave beast birthed, conquering life, Challenged one, cracking strife, bloody thirst beckons, persevering reckons, Feminine fiasco, unleashes mountains of memories buried yet still known, Decades, eons, castrated centuries, cultivated screams, hatching ashes, life Unseen, doubt stripped, re-equipped, repossessed, enough tests, ancient Wisdom never rests, pride buds, tongues hot, breathe in, it's time, she's Done, first inhale cold, sweet air, exhale flames, dare not scare, stand tall, Face oppressor, retreated place, tiny dragon needs fertile space, fiery eyes, Look into thine, bowing, owning, gently, ne'er toiling, hand to hand, chain Disbanded, links, unlinked, chains fall, then sink, back to Mother where Life begins, in the womb of the Dragon's den
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
Unhinged 1
A Ballad of Echoing Strife In shadows deep, where silence weeps, A tale of war, in darkness keeps. On fields of blood, where sorrows bloom,
By Daniel Mero Dizon2 years ago in Poets
Serenade of the Lonely Night
In the twilight of silence, the night advances, A somber serenade, like a wandering dance. Stars, witnesses to my lament,
By Eduarda Rodrigues2 years ago in Poets
Poem of Awakening
In the serene dawn where the sun awakens, A poem is woven, sadness forsaken. Verses of hope, in the emerging morn,
By Eduarda Rodrigues2 years ago in Poets
Symphony of Crackle
In the subtle twilight, the symphony begins, Sighs of loneliness, each note it sends. Dance of shadows, an endless ballet,
By Eduarda Rodrigues2 years ago in Poets
Advice from the Guru
If a politician asks for money put it back in your pocket if they get elected they will reach in and grab it for you
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Poets
Your eyes inspired a love poem
It was your eyes I fell for first, which was noteworthy since I struggle with looking at people's eyes on a usual basis. Green pools that reminded me of the plants sitting on my desk at work. Are they still alive? I haven't watered them in over a week. They're succulents, so they must be fine. I hope you won't think of me that way, just a plant that only needs watering every once in a while. But what was I talking about? Oh, right, your eyes, or more what I fell for. It's terrifying. Falling that is. I'm not sure if you want to catch me or leave me to drown in your eyes. People speak of drowning like it is a good thing, but I think it can be dangerous. Your eyes start to become so all-encompassing that I forget to look out for the sharks. But I shouldn't have to worry about flaws that will bite at me, tearing pieces of me away until I am nothing, should I? I am supposed to be safe in your eyes, right? I am supposed to trust what is reflected in your eyes, right? They are windows, peeks into your inner person, your truth. So, please tell me now, was falling for your eyes first a mistake or the first right thing I did with you? Because if it was wrong, I want to come up for air now. If it is right, swim with me as we fall into each other eyes. We'll be each other's air in this deep beyond they call love.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
Nesting
This is a response to Poppy's January Edition Prompts, which can be found here: I wanted this poem to stretch in one continuous line, but thats not an easily achieved formatting option even on paper. But you know. Imagine it that way.
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Poets