Free Verse

Missed cue
I wanted to be right so badly I always got it wrong. Made the wrong step stumbled over and twisted my ankle on the same crack in the pavement
By Alyce Willow5 months ago in Poets
🌈Meditation on Musical Mystical Mindfulness: The Power of Loving Life🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈
🌈🌈 The Power of the Probable Positivity🌈🌈🌈🌈 🌈🌈practicing Mindfulness . . . breathing deep, deep and deeper inhaling to the count of 1 > 2 > 3 > 4 . . .
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne5 months ago in Poets
Miller's Clown
Sing clown, sing. For no one knows the pain you feel. Face so white, cheeks so red. Green hair, plaid suit, little hat. The sound of laughter is your tragedy.
By Dean Traylor5 months ago in Poets
Middle-Age Loneliness
Middle-Age Loneliness The house stands quiet after dark, The television softly glows. A silence settles in the rooms, A silence only loneliness knows.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Bits of Stardust
Imagination is the birthplace of joy yet it is also the start of pain. Life creates perfectly balanced waves of itself, harmonics canceling out to zero.
By Lolly Vieira5 months ago in Poets
The Egret Who Knew the Way
This was a day on the beach in Fulton, Texas 2014. THIS IS MY PHOTO. NO AI, JUST A CANON REBEL 2014 from my archives. The Egret Who Knows the Way
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets
No Captions
I. No captions capture me. No pictures, no words can reveal the person you see. II. For better or worse Good or bad.
By Dean Traylor5 months ago in Poets
Goodnight, Sweetheart
Goodnight, Sweetheart The stars have gathered quietly above, Scattered like silver whispers across the sky, And as the world settles into its evening hush,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Empty Streets. Top Story - June 2026. Content Warning.
It burns like the mirror burns between your fingers. // You don't have to see carmine to know you're bleeding, // the dripping
By Corvus5 months ago in Poets
ON YOUR MARK
I worked on this from 06/06 to 06/07/2026 to revise using my AI as a sounding board of what sounds good, how does this word impact the stanza, how does it impact the poem. It was a few hours long processing but quite satisfying and I hope y'all see something in it.
By Victor Mendez5 months ago in Poets
Monitoring Spirit. Honorable Mention in Don’t Turn Around Challenge.
Prickling crawling down my neck Spreading formication to all my extremities In both sunlight and darkness Sheltering bend of arbor
By Aaron Morrison5 months ago in Poets
Regrets
Words left unsaid Times when silence would have been a better choice Promises made and not kept Actions best left avoided
By Julie Lacksonen5 months ago in Poets