Free Verse

Borrowing Hope
Start with a cup you don’t love anymore the chipped one, the mug that tastes faintly of pennies. ~ Rinse it. Not perfectly. Let a little cloud stay.
By Milan Milic9 months ago in Poets
Witches
Author’s NoteThis piece is not about reclaiming a label.It is about reclaiming memory.“Witch” has always been a placeholder word—used to name people whose wisdomcould not be regulated, taxed, or erased without resistance.I write this not to romanticize the past,but to recognize the present:how much ancient knowing still livesin modern bodieswaiting to be trusted again.
By Flower InBloom9 months ago in Poets
Walls Before Me
I. The wall before me rise to heights unknown. So high I can’t see its top, So high I can’t reach the top. II. It’s days like these
By Dean Traylor9 months ago in Poets
Fantasy
Fantasy Fantasy is not escape. It’s rehearsal. It’s the place we go to practice wanting without apology. Before the world told us
By Flower InBloom9 months ago in Poets
Nostalgia
Nostalgia Nostalgia is not a place— it’s a temperature. A warm draft that slips under the door when you weren’t asking for company.
By Flower InBloom9 months ago in Poets
Baby steps for the guarded soul. Winner in Instructions for a Feeling Challenge. Top Story - February 2026.
When one appears estranged from their ability to feel, do not apply pressure *** we all know the type... strong-willed, focused, stern... secretly unsettled.
By Lamar Wiggins9 months ago in Poets
The Wintery Mix
wintery mix is a snowman's delight snow fairies dance without any light flowers die, giving up without a fight bundle up with a coat and gloves
By Gregory Payton9 months ago in Poets
Trapped By You
Trapped By You You and your baby ruined my life, Not with intent, not with cruelty, just with arrival. I was already standing on a fault line,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Tomato Soup & Grilled Cheese
Tomato Soup & Grilled Cheese <————————————————————> There are foods that try to impress and foods that try to heal. This one never auditions.
By Flower InBloom9 months ago in Poets
Top Story
there is no feeling like it on the earth there is no describing what it is worth you will treasure the date of it's birth
By Susan Payton9 months ago in Poets
On Our Original Natives
On Our Original Natives Before borders learned how to cut, before paper decided who belonged, there were people who knew the land by its breath.
By Flower InBloom9 months ago in Poets
Everything must come to an End . Content Warning.
From the moment life begins, it has become doomed to death, How long does this entail? No one knows. Only time can tell. Funerals are not for the dead, they're for the living.
By Jen Phillips9 months ago in Poets