Free Verse

The Time Has Come to Say Goodbye
The Time Has Come to Say Goodbye The time has come to say goodbye, Not with anger, not with regret. Just whispered words upon the wind, For souls are never easy to forget.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Never silent
Not silence. Never silent. A ringing — constant, a channel between stations, drifting in, drifting out. Sometimes shallow. Prickly . Sometimes it presses hard to the temples and cracks louder sharper like a crack so loud it feels like eardrums will rupture A thousand small deaths between now and the final silence that we know will never come. My ears keep this frequency alone. Through heartbreak Slumber. Firsts and lasts. Everything else knows how to fade— draw back the curtains slip into the calm like it was never there. Not this. Pinging . Whining . Screaming . Louder than my breathing. Stronger than my heartbeat. Mine. The only thing in this body that refuses to go quiet.
By Chel Writes3 months ago in Poets
Unwritten
I won't write your name here. Love already is the prize.
By Tina D. Lopez3 months ago in Poets
Muse-ical
Inspiration From her tuneful spring It skitters Electric rays Strike me hard To the fragmentation of My spirit I let it clear the way Reconstructing the hidden reality Stored on an internal drive Programmed at my creation Hiding behind my heart Ruling my mind But never functioning by design
By K.B. Silver 3 months ago in Poets
When the Web Went Dark
When the Web Went Dark The day the internet breathed its last, The future vanished with the past. Millions stared at lifeless screens, Wondering what the silence means.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Wallflower
Found poem using part sentences from Tom Cox's wonderful book 'Villager'. Edited from 12 long parts of sentences to this: Wallflower
By Alyson Smith 3 months ago in Poets
The Buried Woman. Top Story - August 2026.
We are sitting around the pool, talking about love— what we give, what we take, what we want. I’m tipsy enough for my edges to soften. Tom is looking at me when he says,
By Tina D. Lopez3 months ago in Poets
You Call It Silence
You call it silence. But I hear the fluorescent light humming somewhere overhead. It holds one long electric note, like a wire inside my head.
By Emilie Turner3 months ago in Poets
Inventory
I'm looking for— well. It was important five minutes ago. Small enough to disappear into the geography of this house, which has become less a floor plan
By Brie Boleyn3 months ago in Poets
The Rhythm of The Same Old. Runner-Up in Static Challenge. Top Story - August 2026.
A ceiling fan whines and clicks as the loose blades spin. In answer to how the week is going, the patient replies: it’s the same old bullshit, a hamster wheel every day , all the while a soothing song in the next room sticks, repeating words until someone hits the search function, and stations roll by jerkily with squeaks and tiny snippets of songs until a selection finally lands.
By Andrea Corwin 3 months ago in Poets
The Destination Not Disclosed ♥️♦️♥️
The Destination Not Disclosed The ticket held a secret, the map had no name, a journey was waiting, but nothing was the same.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Whispering Doorway
The Whispering Doorway Beyond the edge of morning light, where silver shadows softly play, there waits a door no eyes can see, that only opens once a day.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets