Free Verse

I Know the Facts
You told me I’m not good enough That everything I do is a mistake Dug your sharp nails of dirt into my skin And told me I was stuck here forever That it won’t get better
By TheAlivePoetess26 days ago in Poets
Adieu to Summer, Hello Fall
Summer gifted us with seasonal delights: waterhole swimming, fishing, and boating, along with belly-filling backyard barbecues.
By Liz Montano26 days ago in Poets
The House of October
the old orange door stands tall and proud the peeling paint and cracked wood don't deter me every day I walk on by past the broken fence no longer white
By Courtney Ann26 days ago in Poets
Through The Door. Top Story - October 2026.
Under dusk's light Everything burns Stained a reddish hue The air crisp, Like an apples first bite Are those whispers? Perhaps not. Crackling of the fire Hissing of the wood Just keeping the hearth warm As it should But, a shriek? No, no. Must be the kettle letting its steam. Mother has on evening tea. O child, O child Find ye way home O child, Through the door The autumn meadows -- STOP. I will not go. I have chores Bread to make But this feeling One I cannot shake O child, O child Find ye way home O child Through the door The autumn meadows A sight to explore With an owl's cry To our cottage I turn My feet move, Like a heart that yearns O child, Beyond the orchard With whispering leaves A cobbled path which, The Black Cat leads Just a few steps more I am at the door O child, Welcome home! Witches cackle Ghosts ramble Skeletons shake for a musical gig My eyes deceive? What a place I see! Goblins and ghouls Witches with caramel apples Swirls of maple leaves Lightning bugs in the eaves A place I know But have not seen O child, you have seen In your dreams On a summer's eve Always waiting For the nights That come before Halloween A place with magic Before the frost turns You find yourself in a town One called October
By Analesia Giammusso26 days ago in Poets
Muse
a heart typewritten in ink for blood and words for bone poetry and soliloquy embodied a soul illuminated in time in pages, chapters, and volume of a life lived in rhyme and color and page and canvas i will plant myself in your eternal curiosity only to be discovered for the first time to be consumed by time’s insatiable hunger blooming and burgeoning in young blood seeds of unwritten love and grief and sorrow and bliss of what it means to be human to be broken and and mend yourself again and the scars left from holding shards of something that’s meant to be whole of lonely islands with clear turquoise ocean and warm soft sand and exotic jungles full of creatures bleach blonde curls and a sun-kissed skin on the shores of your bravest journey learning to talk to strangers again and falling in love with yourself reconnecting to your lost childhood innocence and free diving into the depths of trauma and insanity only to find how alone you are when you’re “in your right mind” losing faith and doubting how a good God can tolerate so much darkness, evil, and injustice learning to trust yourself again despite all the reasons you have not to i remember who i am, who I’ve always been a life born of ancestral dreams that one day you would be the one who would finally break the curse
By Beth27 days ago in Poets
Acts Of Kindness
Acts Of Kindness Little moments, unexpected pleasures, Little memories that one always treasures, Somebody sees you struggling one day, And comes right over, going out of their way.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 27 days ago in Poets
The Coming Of Fall
Chills come calling through the air Colors falling here and there Leaving the beautiful trees bare Pumpkins sprouting all around
By Sarah Danaher27 days ago in Poets
Old Bones
Old Bones Picking at old bones again, Digging where the past has lain, Searching through what time has thrown, Finding things I should have known.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 27 days ago in Poets
The Things I Never Said
The Things I Never Said I sat thinking over a cup of tea, Of all the things I’ve left unsaid, Things that were brushed beneath the carpet, And things I kept inside my head.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 27 days ago in Poets
The Windmill of Love
That which we know as love, can be fickle or true, like the spokes of a windmill - love goes round and round. A love that isn’t true,
By Rasma Raisters27 days ago in Poets
85 Blues
Highway lousy with trucks and troopers, ghost trees in the sky, metal boxes sliding in and out of lanes rearranging plates and pullovers, parking lots
By Harper Lewis 27 days ago in Poets
Worth. Top Story - October 2026.
How will I know my worth if no one is here to assess me? To assign value? To rate me somewhere between not enough and too much? I know I am pretty. I know I am funny, that I can make a home out of wishes and violet paint. I am clever and strange in ways I’m fond of. Still, I want to be chosen. Not like a dress pulled from a clearance rack, or the last unbruised apple at the market. I want the kind of choosing that happens after you’ve learned when I say rest in peace I mean sleep well. After you have heard me turn the details of ordinary Tuesdays into epic tales. I want you to hear my laugh from another room and smile before you see me. I want you to know my oddities the way people drive the streets of their hometowns: without looking, without thinking, by heart. I want you to find value in all the little things I love about myself and the things I don’t. Not with a number. Not with a ranking. Not by comparing me to someone less strange, someone more hinged. I want you to look at me with certainty and know.
By Tina D. Lopez27 days ago in Poets