Free Verse

Entropic Love
Under the peeling, floral wallpaper, a wretched rumor of rot begins to rewrite the resonance in the room. Brown cigarette stains leak,
By Lolly Vieira8 months ago in Poets
I hope you understand
I'm sorry for what I've done, No words can justify my actions. No poem will take back what I've said. The truth is... you fucking scare me.
By Dylan 8 months ago in Poets
The Beatitudes!
Blessed are the souls who walk in humble light, For heaven opens wide to them in night. Blessed are the ones who weep in silent pain,
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.8 months ago in Poets
We Fly
Empty chairs and morning haze, Every life a journey, Too much sitting silent, Things to do before we fly, Take time to chat a spell,
By Jamye Sharp8 months ago in Poets
I Am a Visitor. Runner-Up in Say It Plainly Challenge.
I take trazodone to sleep. Fifty milligrams. Without it my mind replays the arguments that ended our marriage. You told me I was the problem.
By Pixel Floyd8 months ago in Poets
Dental Appointment . Top Story - March 2026.
Inspired by the ROCK: If the world smiled Humanity would be the fucking plaque Colonizing every surface The popcorn kernel chipping its teeth
By Sean A.8 months ago in Poets
The Night That Listens
Sometimes the night feels like a listener. Not a person, not a voice, but something patient that sits quietly while the world slowly grows silent.
By Ibrahim 8 months ago in Poets
Mother’s Day Roses
Mother’s Day Roses Mother’s Day arrives again, so quiet at my door, A chair sits waiting in the light, as it has done before.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
The Girl Who Never Played Outside
The Girl Who Never Played Outside She stood beside the quiet doorway, Watching dust rise from running feet. Children chased the wide afternoon,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Incomprehensible . Content Warning.
Clearly beyond rationality exists the world Relentless shadows of terror screams Stockholm, cyclical, necessary, human, addiction.
By Mo Darasi8 months ago in Poets
MY VERY OWN ‘MAYBE’ MORTALiTY
DEATH…AND (MAYBE) LiFE: THREE THiNGS OF ASHES iN THiS, OUR OLD HOUSE. (AT LEAST OF THAT i'M AWARE) POWDERED, EYE-LASHED REMAiNS OF MY FATHER (james-human/texan/drummer/dancer/shoe salesman/truck driver) AND MY FAMiLY'S FiRST TWO DOGS OF SHORTHAiR (dewey-weimeraner and norman-dalmation+weimeraner).
By jAKE RiCHARDSON8 months ago in Poets
The Dying Garden
The garden green is turning gray Blooms lost their way Old petals fall While roses loll Now vines hang low, their faces fade
By Tina D. Lopez8 months ago in Poets