Free Verse

No Yes No Yes Yes Yes
The non mind that follows the move instantly gradually taking up the time to shift from the No to Yes from Yes to No No and to Yes Yes
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 4 months ago in Poets
Harvest Time
golden paddy fields harvesting crop with sickles banter and giggles. Note: I come from rural India. And very familiar with the paddy harvest time. It was a time of celebration.
By Seema Patel4 months ago in Poets
Don't Turn Around
There could be anything Or maybe it was nothing Some unknown sound A leaf falling on the ground Perhaps something more profound
By Christopher Beard4 months ago in Poets
The Voices Won't Stop
No relief Sounds and noises everywhere Disturbed thoughts But not me thinking Some outside influences Nothing that I have chosen
By Christopher Beard4 months ago in Poets
It’s Dark Tonight
I’m sure it’s another meal Like any other The meat all nice and tender You’ve even included sides I guess I’ll sip on this brown sugar
By Sender Jeannestal 4 months ago in Poets
What Next?
Life gives you lumpy gravy You smooth it out and carry on What next? * Life sends you torrential thunderstorms You soak up every bit you can
By Julie Lacksonen4 months ago in Poets
Broken Is Our Sun haiku
Broken Is Our Sun The sun is broken We’re being burned alive help Please God fix it all #Marie381UkWriter/poet
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Banana Bread
Preheat the oven to 350. Grease the pan. Three bananas, ripe enough that their skins have freckled into surrender. Mash them until they lose their shape. One stick of butter, softened. Sugar poured slow, like patience. Two eggs. A capful of vanilla. Flour sifted light as dust on a windowsill. Baking soda, salt. Stir just until everything knows each other. Do not overmix. Pour. Bake.
By Kristina Zill4 months ago in Poets
Between the Last Breath and the Dawn
The clock ticks within the hollow skull of night, An oscillation between what is gone and what remains. I drift upon the tide of consciousness, A ghost inhabitant of a room constructed of memory.
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
Sacrament
I was made to be a mother The way marrow knows bone The way maiden turns to mother And a mother becomes crone ~~~ your sleepy face
By Amy4 months ago in Poets
The Sweet Escape From Purgatory
Longing is such sweet torture, but we maintain our need to suffer it so To stop longing for that which was better hurts the very part of us
By Jason Morton4 months ago in Poets
The problems on Vocal.media H E LP Us Vocal?
Just got this back from stripe Hi Marie, Thank you for reaching out to Stripe. I appreciate your understanding and for bringing this to our attention. Please allow me to provide further assistance.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets