Free Verse

No One Could Love The Child
NO ONE COULD LOVE THE CHILD No one could love the child they said it like it was fact as if she arrived already broken as if nothing had ever attacked
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Are You a Vocal Writer?
Ideas flowing, fingers tapping on keyboard barely keeping up powered by an iced latte A challenge deadline almost near gaze breaks from my laptop,
By Jasmine Aguilar3 months ago in Poets
“Um” Happens
That moment when you finally do start talking. That moment you finally get in the groove. There’s nothing like it… nothing like it. Because you could talk forever. You’re telling a story, you’re telling an event… you’re telling the most important part.
By Gabriel B. Shames3 months ago in Poets
NOT MAKING SENSE
Is It me? Not making sense We can see like from the fence Adding up not what you’re doing…. Things are getting pretty tense
By Haychie_Artist3 months ago in Poets
How did you Sleep?
May you lose sleep until I find peace. May you be haunted by me in your dreams. May your every path bring you back to me
By Sara Wynn3 months ago in Poets
Reflection
" who showed the moon where to hide until evening?" you were created on the Fourth day spoken into being you hold the sun's light
By Colleen Walters3 months ago in Poets
Why
Those words make me sick to my stomach Remembering makes me want to vomit I know now it meant nothing Words only said to control me
By CotardDelusionz3 months ago in Poets
Something to Take Away
Free verse - Something to Take Away Freshly squeezed orange juice held in her teeth from the only father she knew and the woman who didn't love.
By Alyson Smith 3 months ago in Poets
Nourish the Mind in Peace and Love
Nourish the Mind in Peace and Love Nourish the mind with peaceful thoughts like morning dew, Allowing hope to gently grow in everything you do. The seeds we plant within ourselves determine what will rise, Whether gardens filled with joy or sorrow in disguise.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Waiting on My Son
I Waiting and waiting. Pacing and pacing. Time for the show to end, but the worries don’t stop. II First time my son is out of sight.
By Dean Traylor3 months ago in Poets
When the Forest Prays
The forest prays so quietly that even moss has learned to sigh. Evening, weary of itself, unravels before my eyes. I know the weight of destiny, never the vanity of triumph. I carry light the way rain does; I carry the secret of falling.
By Isidora Luna3 months ago in Poets
Surviving the Fire
I know life is hell right now Where the gate is closed from the outside world The fire keeps spreading But the gate won't open
By TheAlivePoetess3 months ago in Poets