Free Verse

The Pole-Dancing Clown
The Pole-Dancing Clown Under the big top glow, I climb and spin, Painted smile stretched wide on borrowed skin, Laughter echoes, but I hear the strain,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
A Minute of Forgetting
Waking up in the moment of a lifetime Where the pain subsides and I can breathe easy again Until I see the light of a passion lost
By Gunnar Anderson6 months ago in Poets
Parenthetical Aside
There’s a misunderstanding concerning basic grammar. I am not a subordinate clause. Your adjectives don’t change the nouns any more than my adverbs change the verbs.
By Harper Lewis 6 months ago in Poets
The Island
The salty birth delivers me to the island I cackle back at the Siren, skinned in her opaque shingles, her library of gills,
By Bride of Sound6 months ago in Poets
henceforth and so on and look over there. Winner in Out of Order Challenge. Top Story - May 2026.
i just read the same paragraph around seventeen times – an exaggeration maybe, who can tell…i lost count – and i still couldn’t tell you what it said. it all started when i noticed the word ‘hence’ was used four times in one paragraph (yep i counted)…hence after hence after hence after hence and i started thinking that’s a lot of hences in a short space and then i saw the word hope and i thought oh shit i forgot to take my sertraline AND my vyvanse today and – ohmygod…remember that former friend…why the fuck did you message them the other night…oh yeah drunk ali took over your phone…what did you say again…you better check…ah yes…the old what-do-you-want-from-me request for clarity that you know won’t come and when you’re sober you’re not even sure you want – two opposing things true at once…i miss you/i don’t miss you…i want repair and i don’t - and what…my eyes are filling with tears and i’m sitting in the window of a café where a lot of people are outside waiting for takeaway and i’m welling and welling and why am i crying oh yeah. no meds. back to your book ali. read that paragraph.
By ali6 months ago in Poets
🌹 Mantra of Sweet Smiles and SunShine 🌹꧁🌹꧂ ꧁🌹꧂ ꧁🌹꧂꧁🌹꧂ ꧁🌹꧂ ꧁🌹꧂
꧁🌹꧂ ꧁🌹꧂ 🌹꧂꧁🌹꧂ ꧁🌹꧂ ꧁🌹꧂ 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹. 🌹🌹. 🌹🌹🌹. 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 🌹🌹Repeating this Sweet Mystical Mantra. . .🌹🌹
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne6 months ago in Poets
The City of Rumors
I heard that people stare at them until their eyes are full, so I will stay in their city for a few days to see for myself.
By Hazrat Umer6 months ago in Poets
Don't look at Me
I see them all smiling Looking so happy Bonding They try to include me But I don't fit in I feel nothing Their emotions don't reach me
By CotardDelusionz6 months ago in Poets
Someone Was Watching My Every Move
Challenge Prompt: Write a poem about the feeling that something is behind you. You sense it before you see it. This challenge builds on anticipation and the fear of what stays just out of view.
By Denise E Lindquist6 months ago in Poets
How Do You Age A Life Of Regrets
How Do You Age A Life Of Regrets How do you measure passing time when every hour stands still, When days fall heavy on your chest and bend against your will,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
It Used To Be Us. Top Story - May 2026.
It’s not you It’s not me Yet Somehow it was us ... You won’t say You don’t dare Why did you claim all the silence? ...
By Sasha Desideri6 months ago in Poets
When are Spoilers no longer Spoilers?
I was on my way… riding in a shared car with two random guys. This was pre-pandemic ride-sharing. I remember I was in a five-person car, so it was the two men, and me on the right hand side. I told them the news… That I was on my way to see the iconic horror movie of the century… The Shining! No, this is not a fictional autobiography. No, this is not a fictional story, nor a “what if?” No!
By Gabriel B. Shames6 months ago in Poets