Free Verse

Unchosen Realities
None more unchosen than the surprise that did land Others will never see the weights which it brought This was nothing like what was planned
By Jason Morton2 months ago in Poets
Mirror, mirror on the wall.
'Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the most beautiful person in the world?' There is no such thing as just a singular person who is the most beautiful,
By Jen Phillips2 months ago in Poets
Captain Obvious is Disappointed
In a world of confusion manipulation Where the obvious can be seen People take screenshots of them escalating a situation
By Seashell Harpspring 2 months ago in Poets
The Hero
There is only one Who lives eternal Through the annals of history His name is legion Belonging to no one region Her name is legion
By Alexander McEvoy2 months ago in Poets
Noise
Noise Noise Noise So much Too much Loud Quiet Heartful Hateful Noise Noise Noise Drama Belligerence Lies Lies
By Alexander McEvoy2 months ago in Poets
The Yo-Yo That Wouldn’t Come Down
The Yo-Yo That Wouldn’t Come Down Someone invented a special yo-yo, With a string that reached the moon, You pulled it down at breakfast time, It disappeared again by noon.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Best Dad George Hurst
The Best Dad George Hurst Born on the 27th of August, 1919, A beautiful soul came into our lives, He was our dad, the one we looked up to, Loved by his children, Dorothy, John and me.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
A Little Death
I killed a spider this morning, Not deliberately, He was clinging to the shower wall, One leg hanging on, Dangling above a treacherous fall
By S. A. Crawford2 months ago in Poets
Undead Virgin Ghosts in the House of Happy Children🦄💥🎉🎈😀
Mindful Mantra Manifesto Manifestations 🦄💥🎉🎈😀🦄💥🎉🎈😀🦄💥🎉🎈😀🦄💥🎉🎈😀🦄💥🎉🎈😀🦄💥🎉🎈😀 Being Born in China, Growing Up, Beaten To Death Daily Crying in Pain Being Decapitated Being Reborn in North Korea, Growing Up, Finding a New Family Struggling to Survive, Being Strangled to Death
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne2 months ago in Poets
Venetian Red Crepe
Derriere out, triumphant arms Come with me, that’s right, Up to the heights Stay behind me, I’ll be first Venetian Red crepe
By Andrea Corwin 2 months ago in Poets
what love is
Love is violent. It is the scorch of heat upon sun kissed skin– It is the punitive grip on a too thin wrist– It is the chopping of pieces to be handed out like communion to the devoted.
By caitodoesstuff2 months ago in Poets
Backs
Some of the spines are stiff with self-righteous indignation, others sag under slumped shoulders. Some bend beneath pressure to always
By Harper Lewis 2 months ago in Poets