Free Verse
Lord, I was thinking
people are so different i see so many faces so much joy so much sadness. i realise that only children remain true to themselves
Serene Sunset
Trees zip past and we roll over the hills; High hedgerows are clustered and laced with cow parsley, Disappearing into clumps as the dusk rises to claim them.
Rachel DeemingPublished 42 minutes ago in PoetsPandora
Pandora, What words describe your beauty? Though your body is made of earthly clay, Aphrodite must have shed one of her pearls
Sofia Loren PerezPublished about an hour ago in PoetsSlipping
I'm slipping. The world starts crumbling and everything seems to blur. My eyes don't go exactly where I want them to. My mind won't focus. The images in my head are blurred and faded, I want them to stop shaking.
The Raven -- But Not
Shifting, changing scenes, different now Above me hangs a weary crow Flapping slowly, tiredly, not knowing Exactly where he’s meant to go
ThatOne_GirlPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsCathedral
Faded carpets and worn-down pews, Riddled with tourists and camera crews People, there’s people everywhere, People beside and surrounding me
ThatOne_GirlPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsHope is a Deadly Game
In shadows, danced fears, silent and stark, where courage met whispers of the dark. Within the storm, a silent battle waged
Denise LarkinPublished about 6 hours ago in PoetsHeart Holes
You were mine the second you saw the deep holes in my heart looked straight into my pupils and said: Girl, those are keyholes
It Ain't No Lie: I Am Bi, Bi, Bi (Even When I'm with a Guy)
May 17 is the International Day Against Homophobia, Biphobia, and Transphobia. That’s right, a whole, long-windedly named day reminding people not to be jerks to the LGBTQ+ community.
Veronica WrenPublished about 6 hours ago in PoetsYou
I'm here today with you as a happy soul my heart is filled with bliss. Like a happy puppy, I am full of joy. I'm filled with love for you.
Gloria PenelopePublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsNow You're Gone
Now you're gone I can no longer message you. Now you're gone I can no longer speak to you. Now you're gone I can no longer laugh with you.
Denise LarkinPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsSharp
I am coarse, rough around the edges but not like sand. Not in the way that it can feel soft, masquerade as something nice.
Silver Serpent BooksPublished about 8 hours ago in Poets