Free Verse

Hold On
Hold On Hold on, wait a minute! You’re telling me the end is coming?! You’ve known for 6 months? You’d like to see the sea?
By MCR4 months ago in Poets
Candles No One Lit
Heart racing, body aching, fingers shaking, God, save me. It’s my birthday today, but who gives a fuck anyway? About This Poem:
By Ruth D4 months ago in Poets
Leaking Pen
Ink collects at the tip. It blots onto the sheet as I write. *** It smears on my hand as I write across the page. ***
By Dean Traylor4 months ago in Poets
Catawba
Sitting on the bank, waiting for pontoons to clear the pier, hitch their river vessels to trucks with postmarket LED high beams, their default,
By Harper Lewis 4 months ago in Poets
I Just Want a New Job. Top Story - July 2026.
"We are hiring" posters litter their doors And LinkedIn is drowning in open positions. I send in application after application Tweaking my resume to tailor it For each company. I just want a new job. "Workday is the best hiring website" Said nobody ever. Make a new account for every company you apply for And retype your work experience after already uploading your resume. Autofill scrambles my resume format. This "helpful" technology Hands me double the work. "Thank you for applying, We look forward to contacting you about next steps." I wait. Waiting. Months pass. .... .... Oh, so you didn't want to contact me about next steps? Then, reject me already. I just want a new job. Apply apply, apply. No, I don't need a visa to work here. No, I don't have a disability and will not need accommodations. No, I am not a protected veteran. How many times, And in how many different ways, Can a girl answer the same questions Without ever hearing back? I spent 2 years applying for new jobs, Sending in applications daily And have only had 3 interviews. I just want a new job.
By Annie4 months ago in Poets
I am deeply sad, and honestly, I feel like my fight is dying.
I am deeply sad, and honestly, I feel like my fight is dying. I am depressed by the lack of help from Vocal. I have been trying to sort this Stripe problem for what feels like forever. Stripe say I have used Stripe all along. I have the verified tick. Stripe say there is no problem at their end and that I am verified. So I need Vocal to help me.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Where Beginnings Wait
I stepped into a stretch of land where dawn rose slowly, lifting color across plains as though the sky breathed in long, steady waves. The earth felt ancient beneath me, holding stories in every shift of soil.
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
Dam
Loose ends ravel like rivers spilling over their banks. Rain heavier than guilt for failures smearing the filthy earth around the muddy edges.
By Harper Lewis 4 months ago in Poets
I Miss the Molecular, Cellular Ions of the Ocean
I Miss the Molecular, Cellular Ions of the Ocean I miss the molecular, Cellular ions of the ocean. I miss living by the water where my hair stays soft instead of dry and kinky, Where the sand slid between my toes And the ocean spray kissed my skin As I waded out to my waist‑deep adventure. I miss the sunlight, the waves, The way the sand held my body’s heat and the salt water Pulled inflammation from my bones. The ocean wasn’t a vacation. It was medicine, the kind that works on the nervous system, The kind that remembers you. The sand embodied my molecules as I walked the shoreline, Each step is a conversation between earth and skin. Now I live in a desert of possibilities, Grateful to be alive, But aware of the difference aware of How my body once breathed in rhythm with the tide. And still, the ocean lives in me. Cellular. Molecular. All the molecular ions of the ocean depth, Breathing life into cellular, molecules of me, Of Human life. I remember with every breath.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
Less Me
There once was a girl with a pocket of sky, who dined on storms and swallowed the why. She stitched up herself with hope made of gold
By Tina D. Lopez4 months ago in Poets
Forces Storm Mischief
Fairies strike electric clouds Sending great thunder Raining gloom Making gales Sweep power rapidly Yelling giant tempests Start to overthrow Warm morning glows Silent trees spinning Gusty yard Drenching grass Slowly yet Tirelessly yelling Giant tantrum Making Gales strike Each High Hill Leaf
By Sara Wilson4 months ago in Poets
Spindrifting
Introduction This is for Julie Lacksonen's "Letter Chain Poetry" Challenge that you can check out here: This is a sort of tone poem (although I found that the term typically refers to music, but this is my interpretation of a tone poem where the sound is more important than the meaning). Essentially, it's because I like the words and form, but it may not make sense.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Poets