Free Verse

If I Were President
If I were president I would not speak in soundbites. I would speak in pauses. I would let silence finish its sentence before I rushed to sound smart.
By Flower InBloom9 months ago in Poets
Scorpio
Phoenix Snake Shed your skin, Rise again. Her eyes light her way in her darkness, She is Home. Look at them, jealous, intimidated,
By Amanda Lyons9 months ago in Poets
Dreamer
He stands in the corner as an amalgam of every man I’ve ever wanted. He lurks in the darkness of that corner waiting for me to be ready.
By Amanda Lyons9 months ago in Poets
The Veil
His hair was long, straight, and black this time. Usually, his eyes were all white with pinprick black pupils. The eyes. His eyes this time were all black shine, like a shark.
By Amanda Lyons9 months ago in Poets
Greed. Content Warning.
It was so innocent at first. We clicked so fast. Loving him came easy, his eyes were so understanding. His touch, so gentle.
By Amanda Lyons9 months ago in Poets
American Flags
The flag isn’t one thing. It never was. It hangs from porches with chipped paint and from poles too tall to question. It flaps soft at dusk in quiet towns
By Flower InBloom9 months ago in Poets
Humanity. Content Warning.
Is the constant struggle between head and heart. It's loving someone even after you've had to call it off. It's telling your daughter to make sure she has mace for a night out with the girls.
By Amanda Lyons9 months ago in Poets
Lost at Sea
Although your eyes shine brightly, your soul is lost at sea. You cover the storm with laughter as you fade into the deep. Are you in need of rescue, or resting safely below the breach? Do you long to touch the surface, or is it too far out of reach?
By Tiffany "Jayd" Galeski9 months ago in Poets
Agape Love
Neat. Clean. Tidy. Kept. My roses always bloom I eat smiles for breakfast Hope is my chaser I drink it down really fast when despair attempts toxicity
By Marilyn Glover9 months ago in Poets
Sourdough Starts Suspended
The bubbles peek up at me Part rye Part bread flour Yeasty touch of sour C o m f o r t I breathe in As my hands pour flour into a bright white
By Michele Nampalli9 months ago in Poets
Find your voice
Words are important, yet read by so few. They fall into the darkness, become invisible. Still, you write. You write to inspire,
By Minou J. Linde9 months ago in Poets
How to Outlive the Violence. Content Warning.
The fire that burns in your belly was not lit by your own making. Your abuser put it there, coal, iron and searing heat.
By Tim Carmichael9 months ago in Poets