Free Verse
Ideal
I can't express how long I've waited. How many nights I've dreamed of what our life would be like. We'll get every morning, Pick a favorite outfit for the day. By the end of the day, I'll learn more about you. My gut twists at the way I'll never see you. I want to scream at things for being unfair, But I'm holding onto hope that I'll see you someday. My morning Dawn, I'm not sure if we'll ever meet. I'm scared that I won't be able to bring you here, Nor do I want to be the reason you’re pushed into a hard, unlivable life. I've had dreams of holding you in my arms. So small, so aware, so much like me. Could imagine all the things you would be, From the easy life all through hard times. If I were better, I could bring you here. If my body were better, I wouldn't worry about imbalances getting in the way. What would I give to show you the life I wanted to give. My morning Dawn, don't you hear me? If the world were so much better, I'd have you here by now. I'm scared that at some point, my body will give out. Bleed and ruin itself before I even get the chance to breathe life. But I'm holding onto hope that I'll see you someday. Hear you laughing, hear you crying. Hear you walking all through life. If you don't come as my flesh and my blood I pray that you'll find yourself to me, And let me give the life and guidance you need. My morning Dawn, you're a beautiful dream. I'll wait for you in this life and any one after I'll be strong, be the one you can trust Till we meet, I'll keep you in my heart for all eternally.
By Rachael Anra6 days ago in Poets
B O N E S
There's nothing left. No doors to open. Nothing worth Pursuing. . Autumn breathes Its cold breath Across flowers Still dreaming Of their blooms. . They'll die. And nothing Will be left Except that Creeping frost. . The thing Touching Flowers with hands Meant for Metal. . The petals Drop And there's Nothing left To save. . Pretty flowers. Wind-snapped flowers. Hunched flowers. Writhing flowers. Aching flowers. . Is this what fate Has in store? A blossoming Beautiful only Because of its death? . Then I am doomed For a peak So gorgeous That the stars Fall at my feet. . Weeping from the Cosmic Knowledge That this Binds me. . Will the sorrows Ever Exceed Normal human Limitations? . The rules Will be Defined By the bones That remain. . And I am Destined To go up In smoke And flames. . Because the Bones I'll leave Behind are Beyond Beautiful.
By Silver Daux6 days ago in Poets
November 3rd - Guy Fawkes Night In The USA
Introduction A Free form poem for the upcoming midterms November 3rd - Guy Fawkes Night In The USA 🗽 ✖️🎃✖️🎃✖️🎃✖️🎃✖️ 🗽 Remember, Remeber The Third Of November Make Sure You Get Out And Vote The Orange Bully Your Country He's Sullied It's Time He Got His Coat Behind Jail Bars Is His Place Wipe The Grin From His Orange Face The USA Is Full Of Good Him And His Cronies Spilled Innocent Blood Now Is The Time to Bring Him Down Throw Him In The Gulf Of Mexico Let Him Drown 🗽 ✖️🎃✖️🎃✖️🎃✖️🎃✖️ 🗽
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 days ago in Poets








