Free Verse
City Lights and Timeless Sights
Within the city's embrace, A whirlwind of sights, sounds, and tastes Dances through my senses. The vibrant streets breathe life,
shanmuga priyaPublished about 19 hours ago in PoetsBytes and Breaths
From healthcare to home life, Artificial intelligence Grows ever more profound. Innovation and insight Fuel its steady rise,
shanmuga priyaPublished about 19 hours ago in PoetsPericles
Pericles, the Pitcher Plant is surrounded by glory. His artistic and opportunistic friends sit around a congregation of the sticky and prickly sort. Unshaven, they chill with their lids off-an open door policy-for those insects drawn in by the lure of fermenting liquor from nectar punch leftover from partying the night before.
Tony MartelloPublished about 19 hours ago in PoetsBarloc
Barloc, the bison bolstered himself through a Canadian front as he shuffled south through Manitoba. No other bison before him endured the sheets of snow and blankets of ice like he did.
Tony MartelloPublished about 19 hours ago in PoetsThe Exchange
Based on Randy Baker's 'Prompted #5': 'To Be Played At Maximum Volume' - from the back cover of David Bowie's 'Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars':
Kendall DefoePublished about 19 hours ago in PoetsClever Girl
Clever Girl is what he calls me on the silver screen I reserve the right to say that he is just that clueless. Trying to outsmart the intellect of my kind
Gunnar AndersonPublished about 21 hours ago in PoetsA Demon's Fate
An empty soul, a barren heart Latched onto mine for life It clung so hard, it choked it tight And used it for its only light.
Pamela AubreyPublished about 22 hours ago in PoetsSunday Spirits
Mary, warm your stone soul Through the glass pours morning light We’re in our prime, and you’re a star You are my drink, my recipe, my cure
Christy MunsonPublished about 22 hours ago in PoetsSilent Stalker
Silent Stalker: Tribute to the Velociraptor In ancient groves where shadows dance, Where ferns unfurl in a verdant trance,
Denelsia WalkerPublished about 22 hours ago in PoetsHey Mama
“Hey mama What are you doing, sitting here all alone in the dark? Daddy won't be coming home. That's what I heard him say
Jean McKinneyPublished about 22 hours ago in PoetsWhispers in the Shadows
Whispers in the Shadows: The Silent Stalkers Among Us In the bustling streets where crowds collide, There lurks a figure, silent, sly,
Denelsia WalkerPublished about 22 hours ago in PoetsFossilized Flashbacks
Little Lesothosaurus, Lithe and light, Leaping and loping through lush leaves like lightning. Spikey Stegosaurus, Spiney and sheathed,
Alyssa NicolePublished a day ago in Poets