Free Verse

Always Mean
They mean a lot to me Not sure if there is any other way to see Maybe you will disagree Or perhaps this is a plea Might be time to flee
By Christopher Beard3 months ago in Poets
Make America Great Again
Gas is over $4 a gallon Make America Great Again Food is too expensive to buy Make America Great Again ICE agents are killing US citizens
By Kathleen Anderson 3 months ago in Poets
Static Feeling
Stand frozen as ideas, visions, and possibilities blow past and through you. Unshakable confidence that your idea will change the world— or is it just all in your head?
By Nkem Utomi3 months ago in Poets
Tigers
She stalks the jungle camouflaged, a Bengal beauty He strides the Siberian snow on snowshoe-padded paws Strong swimmers, their stripes
By Andrea Corwin 3 months ago in Poets
whom is
one free zone to be seen ouT of the dream on this side of the looking glass noT as backwards as things already seem found aT The ending
By ⸘jason alan‽3 months ago in Poets
The Empty Swing
The Empty Swing At the edge of an old green field, Where children filled the air with cheer. A lonely swing still moved each day, Though no one had been there for years.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Don’t Scream… It Already Knows
Don’t Scream… It Already Knows The house had stood for many years, Abandoned on the hill alone. Its windows stared like hollow eyes, Its walls were built of splintered stone.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Beyond the Static
Do you remember the American game show, The $10,000 Pyramid ? With Dick Clark as the host, the contestants were put into teams of two. One player was given a word or phrase and had to describe it, without actually saying it. Their teammate had to listen to the clues and identify the secret word.
By A.K. Treadwell 3 months ago in Poets
The Man Who Collected Shadows
The Man Who Collected Shadows Every evening just past dusk, When daylight breathed its final sigh, A lonely figure crossed the hills, With empty sacks held by his side.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Frequency
Eyes down, teeth clenched. Grinding bones like flour. Hmmmm . Like a choir of drumming bees, bursting out of a cocoon. Hmmmm.
By Elizabeth Butler3 months ago in Poets
Out of the Woods
They ask me, man or bear , as though the danger lies in the choosing, not in entering the woods. They tell me a man can be safe.
By Tina D. Lopez3 months ago in Poets
Sulfur Water
The sulfur water stains the children’s clothes when the parents try to wash them. The water man said it’s actually iron --
By Ernest Taulbee3 months ago in Poets