Free Verse
The New Blue Ball
Who’s a good puppy, who’s a good boy? -----This is my ball it is clean, it is blue. How are you liking your brand new ball toy?
Amos GladePublished 2 days ago in PoetsWhen Will I Sleep?
i vibe with the invincible inverted space, protruding reminiscence of childhood dreams, the dream gap hurts when I realize what I lost,
Gabriela Trofin-TatárPublished 3 days ago in PoetsThe Seventh Day
As the sun sets on the seventh day, and the birds sing songs of welcome to the moon and stars, my feet will, once again, touch that rocky shore.
Cathy holmesPublished 3 days ago in PoetsMelting Minds and Icecaps
Antarctic illusions are frozen under the ice. The worst fear is here and has always been near. To be melted, to be covered
Gabriela Trofin-TatárPublished 3 days ago in Poets- Content Warning
Whimpering Sorrow
I no longer want to cry on the phone , I just want to be left alone. I rather suffer in secrecy than let someone prey on my vulnerability.
PoeticallyPurple24Published 3 days ago in Poets - Content Warning
“The Sorrow of Mrs.Fix it Abnormal Heart “
In the middle of being obedient , Why does my heart feel like full so much sorrow like I’m puncturing it . I know I can’t be Mrs,fix it but some how it has something to do with me,
PoeticallyPurple24Published 3 days ago in Poets Where's my head been?
Where's my head been? Here. Wallowing in mulch underneath a scorching sun, disconnected, searching for a dream to induldge in, and, if our dreams are just memories, searching for the constellation of hopeful echos I lost somewhere in the astral realm, I can only hope they found joy in their departure, maybe I'll find that too.
SouluminosityPublished 3 days ago in PoetsThe Beauty of Impermanence
I am not the tears of the clouds Nor am I the bright Twinkling stars I am a drop of pure Crystalline dew Formed in the quiet hours
Dawnxisoul393Published 3 days ago in PoetsWhispers of Wisdom
Sunflower, I need your divine intervention. How can I serve you, my lady? I haven’t been able to see the bright light for several years. The only colour I’ve seen was pitch black.
Talia DevoraPublished 3 days ago in PoetsBrushstrokes of Gratitude
Where’s the precious box you made me? I can’t tell you! Is it hidden somewhere? Yes. It’s hidden inside your spirit.
Talia DevoraPublished 3 days ago in PoetsLet Me Unfold
Let me carve my imperfections on the edge of your solitude, As I work my fingers through the emptiness within you. Let me string all the cords that would run down to your skin,
The Beauty of Impermanence
I am not the tears of the clouds Nor am I the bright Twinkling stars I am a drop of pure Crystalline dew Formed in the quiet hours
Dawnxisoul393Published 3 days ago in Poets