Free Verse
Follow your love
We live, and we love. With each passing day, I love it more. With each passing month, I become more in love. With each passing year, I will never stop loving.
Joe Bou KhalilPublished 2 days ago in PoetsThe Lull
She lays her head on her pillow and flips her hair up and over the back of it. She stares at the cornflower blue wall as if it will bring Him back , and as she drifts off to sleep, He comes.
Colleen WaltersPublished 2 days ago in PoetsOne Melody With Two Heart Pulses
There are no tears left to cry All that was felt and said has become oblivion There are no scars left to hide All the hurt and agony has been imprinted onto the mind and traced down by the heart
EVERYTHING..
EVERYTHING- the lost, the found, the never discovered 5-3-2024 Everything about you and I is on the opposite side of the extremes.
Victor MendezPublished 2 days ago in PoetsLove is a destination
At every moment, love, At every step, love. So always keep loving, And enjoying love. It's a blessing to never forget.
Joe Bou KhalilPublished 2 days ago in PoetsThe Great Decluttering Challenge
Decluttering It is never too simple this is best, I am thinking watching videos with people ~ I can do three days today's first assignment - get rid of 10 items
Denise E LindquistPublished 2 days ago in Poetsspin me a tale
spin me a tale (of blood and more) a tale of sin (of pain and gore) of sin regale(introspect) regale a tale(retrospect) a tale to pale (intro... vert?)
Paul StewartPublished 2 days ago in PoetsSteppum Eht
"You know The Muppets are evil incarnate, right?" he asked with a quiver and quake as the blood dispersed from his face "The puppet controls the hand, don't you know?"
Paul StewartPublished 2 days ago in PoetsEye
My eyes are very big Can hold mountains Can hold the sea Can hold the blue sky Can hold the whole world my eyes are small
Brian WongPublished 2 days ago in PoetsIs the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society?
Is the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society? The beauty of the strides reckons itself like the clock work's step
Hridya SharmaPublished 2 days ago in PoetsFreedom
Freedom—I cannot count the times I have heard it, talked about it, discussed it, fought for it, yelled about it, and defended it—or so I thought.
Ute Luppertz ✨Published 2 days ago in PoetsUltra Clangour
My celestial entity has emancipated through its own conscious realm The devious dispute between it's own tyrant of free will within the depths of a congent power claim, plagues it's ability to see the vision through a buoyant telescope