Free Verse

The Empty Chair
The Empty Chair There is an empty chair tonight, That no one seems to notice there, I see it every time I pass, And think about who used to care.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
After the Door Is Closed
There are hours when these timber beams seem to listen, as though the very foundation has memorized our secret and waits for a slip of the tongue to give us away.
By Tim Carmichael3 months ago in Poets
Twenty-Five
I worried that Twenty-five might come with questions, in a loud interrogative voice the usual racket of my heart's upstairs neighbor: why don't you know just who you are, and why you've been dropped just here? Why haven't you done so very much more, and helped everyone else to, too? But I find that Twenty-five comes to me quietly with morning mugginess by the Delaware shore, and seabirds skating high above a quick call with my brother, across 13 hours difference and the width of the Pacific. I worried that Twenty-five might arrive with accusation's weight but Twenty-five comes to me lightly With only the unwrapped gift and unfinished task of presence. Yes, Twenty-five comes to me quietly and sits in the dew-soaked chair beside and we just exist at this point in time with the trees and the grass and the bugs and the birds.
By Gabriel Huizenga3 months ago in Poets
Addiction . Top Story - August 2026.
Who are these demons, dancing in the dark, tempting the periphery? What holes in their souls allow them to seduce me with my own name?
By Harper Lewis 3 months ago in Poets
Walking Through Fire
I resist the temptation of letting go... Nostalgic feelings resurface, just to hinder me... I pray to the most high and continue to push my feet optimistically...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 months ago in Poets
Uninvited
Some mornings a single word repeats until the syllables detach from their meaning entirely, a siren stuck on a frequency only you can hear while your boots feel like they're cast in concrete.
By Nolan Reed3 months ago in Poets
Tuesday. Top Story - August 2026.
I'm tired of losing things. My keys. My glasses. People. Things I thought I had a little longer to keep. My cat Tuesday was dying.
By Tina D. Lopez3 months ago in Poets
Deserving Love
I deserve a love Not for the battles I've fought Or the scars I wear But for the simple breaths I take The silent song my heart hums
By Brittany Benko3 months ago in Poets
🌹🌹 The MYSTICAL Magical Mantra of Love 🌹🌹 🌹🌹🌹
Luminosity in life! 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 🌹l onging . . . growing for unity . . . chanting this mantra for healing . . .living in a hospital for months. . . dressing as a ninja, laughing with the nurses. . . losing a lot of sleep, losing 60 pounds in days of pain . . . . . . . 🌹 being a kung fu fighter of love . . .
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne3 months ago in Poets
Never Date A Policeman
Never Date A Policeman Never date a policeman, They always want to know the facts, Where have you been, who were you with, And why you did not answer back?
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Lost In Your Coldness
Lost In Your Coldness I used to feel the warmth in you, The little things you used to say, I never thought that I would lose, The closeness that we had each day.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Safari, With Regrets
Safari, With Regrets Safari, I think of you today, And all the moments left behind, The roads that took us far away, Still often wander through my mind.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets