Free Verse
Open Air Drowning
It makes sense to a head held underwater. The blues mingle in the skyline and bleed Across the rain-slick asphalt, pooling there. Cerulean light puddles near the road marks, Painting pictures of obedience where there Is nothing but rebellions and nightmares. . Look at the bodies shoved under the cars, Old polaroids of a city snuffing its greatness. The roads are derelict under the blue water Headlights turned on but going nowhere. We all like to sit in our cars to avoid the ticket. Gas is too expensive to think about the ride. . The finger flicks and flicks until blue overflows Its rectangular bounds and bleeds across The thinly carpeted ceiling of a cabin made to Mimic the sensuality of being enveloped, Swallowed by something strong and malicious. And the night drags on as we drown in open air.
By Silver Daux4 months ago in Poets
THE SHOP THAT SOLD TOMORROWS
THE SHOP THAT SOLD TOMORROWS I found a little shop one night, with no name upon the door, Its dusty shelves held tomorrows, hundreds, maybe more. Some futures shimmered bright as gold, some faded into grey, Some vanished when I reached for them, then quietly slipped away.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
the beat consumes me. Runner-Up in Say It Again Challenge. Top Story - July 2026.
i’m dancing; the beat consumes me my eyes are shut, swaying to a tune under the morning sun butterflies swing by to check me out and there you are hopping around like a sad baby bird, mouth open, i read rejection from the caricature of you, yet you will never acknowledge it your projected self-image clearly says that you are a stand-out, good enough to be on Dancing With The Stars. dream on, buddy, your hips won’t sway, or rock to a beat - you are not sexy; instead, you’re very creepy. i'm dancing; the beat consumes me. my head bobs as my knees rise, and others join me; hopping in, holding skirts high we all move in a circle, hips swaying, arms flailing i’m dancing; the beat consumes me crushing grapes, as you leer at my legs, sitting smugly in a manspread, wearing your clod hopper boots, while - i’m dancing barefoot, so you can drink the juice of the sweet berries, in the vat, yet remember where you sat and how it came to be i'm dancing, the beat consumes me i danced in the crush of the vineyard crop under your leering eyes and went home with purple feet.
By Andrea Corwin 4 months ago in Poets
THE LITTLE GOLD RING
THE LITTLE GOLD RING My mam and dad bought me a child’s gold ring when I was one, They had no savings, so I know it must have been hard for them, It sat upon a shelf inside our living room for years, I don’t think I ever wore it, but it was bought with love and care.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
tiny shards
He put me on a pedestal And I pompously perched upon it, High and vacuous until He skipped away. I was defeated The pedestal fell What a shock I endured, and I shattered, tiny shards scattering Where did he go? What am I not - to him? What did I do to make him turn his back, not caring to look as I shattered, tiny shards scattering The world twirled day after day Earth rotated purposefully in its orbit The moon waxed and waned until My existence eventually brightened And there were Sunbeams striking hanging crystals, Shining rainbows onto me, and when I shattered, tiny shards scattering, They were multi-colored, scintillating, Revealing my new love standing silently in front of me
By Andrea Corwin 4 months ago in Poets
