Free Verse

What spiraled into the
Accessing the rally point… it’s important that context— here we go. Would have chosen a longer fuse… Material proof of these new paths, a new
By Willem Indigo2 months ago in Poets
WHEN COLOURS DREAM
WHEN COLOURS DREAM I wandered through a dream, Where nothing stayed as seen, The colours changed their place, And danced without a face.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
THE WATCHERS
THE WATCHERS They gathered out of sight, Between the dark and light, No faces could be seen, Just colours in between. The purple ones stood near, As if they sensed my fear, The yellow ones were small, Yet seemed to know it all.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The New Happy America
Diarrhea of the mouth, Logorrhea. Communicable disease transmitted by the paternal politicians and propagandists, exacerbated and spread by phallotechnic media.
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne2 months ago in Poets
Diversity and the African Diaspora
"We Are Proud of Our African Blood"- Malcolm X When studying composition pedagogies, many groups were excluded from participating in power and were used, abused, and written off as inferior. Even today African nations have not recovered from being exploited by European powers. Historically, Belgium, France, Great Britain, Spain, Italy, and Portugal divided the continent up amongst themselves.
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne2 months ago in Poets
ABOUT DOLLY, TIGER AND TIM
You know, we all go through storms and somedays the storms can be too much. This week Dolly passed, Tim Curry passed and Tiger is in the news again trying to navigate the storm. And outside their world is us and in reading my early morning news, the pettiness, the hateful rhetoric of people was just too much for me and so I wrote this:
By Victor Mendez2 months ago in Poets
Breathing Holes
When I was a boy, I caught lightning bugs in Mason jars. I punched breathing holes through the lid with a nail and my father's hammer, certain I was
By Ernest Taulbee2 months ago in Poets
The Hills of Hickory
I will ascend—go up, up into the hills of Hickory, And find a home there, built before I was born; I’ll have a football team there, and a library and a theater,
By Harper Lewis 2 months ago in Poets
Proof of Survival
Watching television on a screen My mind hits the rewind Seeing an unhappy woman Tears in her eyes Looking around Seeing if someone would notice her
By TheAlivePoetess2 months ago in Poets
ℙ𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕣 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖
What is my heart's desire? my heart's desire is one whose heart's desire is You at the center his possessions mean nothing
By Colleen Walters2 months ago in Poets
Remembering Tomorrow
Remembering Tomorrow Seems just like yesterday The amazing things we did Yet maybe you don't know yet We enjoyed them together yet you weren't there
By Christopher Beard2 months ago in Poets
Sharp Pencils
Sharp Pencils Some things just don't work Others are blunt Trying to scratch Might make a mess Or a bit of an etch The result might be anyone's guess
By Christopher Beard2 months ago in Poets