Free Verse

MARRIED BUT LONELY
MARRIED BUT LONELY My husband put a block on love, Somewhere along the way, He never said he didn't love me, He just forgot to say.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 25 days ago in Poets
Escape
I'm a source of heat rising in a pocket of cold, Which manifests dimensions into branches unknown, I'm a coat that cozy up to keep the reaper at bay,
By Jeff Perrette25 days ago in Poets
In-Sight
In-Sight Searching within the depths of soul, For the artist's greatest goal; Within the depths of every mind Lies that which I seek to find.
By Jeff Perrette25 days ago in Poets
Ghosts
I walk with ghosts, My flock are all phantoms, I'm already dead, my soul is just stranded. I've been long abandoned, I ease in the weeds.
By Jeff Perrette25 days ago in Poets
Awaken
Passing through these shifting queues unmoored within the madness. All facades i see are but a ruse, to hide the truth of sadness.
By Jeff Perrette25 days ago in Poets
Cry
When you're never moved to tears, your soul cries out in the dry ground of your minds chalice. Emotional release feeds the seed of spirit and it rises. When freed it recognizes that the demons inside are not what defines it. Chain the inner beast, tame the flames of your rage, find inner peace.
By Jeff Perrette25 days ago in Poets
Stonewall
Introspect to disinfect this tomb i bear upon my neck, And contemplate existence which was rendered but a smoking wreck. From reckless to resplendent,
By Jeff Perrette25 days ago in Poets
Disengaged
Awake in the wake of an uncivilized marooning, In fog of uneven amity, an amor simply lampooning. I am choosing an amicable approach to disconnection,
By Jeff Perrette25 days ago in Poets
Swarms
Scurry through the braches on the way to capture dinner, Trap or kill i skin my prey disposing of the innards. I'm trapped within a cycle of consume or be consumed,
By Jeff Perrette25 days ago in Poets
Fry Side
Dressing for coming battle, all black, rune hat on; Shoes like biscuits, mint form so bygone. Three pants repeat, wolf in the sheeps innards,
By Jeff Perrette25 days ago in Poets
The Town Called October
Time moves on, but some places never leave u s. A cobblestone road comes to the 8th, Rust-colored leaves now dress the ground,
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin25 days ago in Poets
Insure My Blooming Self
Insure My Blooming Self A singer can insure their voice, So every note remains their choice, A dancer dances all night long, A singer needs the perfect song.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 25 days ago in Poets