Free Verse

The Question For Man
Our clothes are what keep us apart from animals and man. For the flesh that we hold will age with time; that's something we can’t hide behind.
By Macy2 years ago in Poets
The Question For Man
Our clothes are what keep us apart from animals and man. For the flesh that we hold will age with time; that's something we can’t hide behind.
By Macy2 years ago in Poets
The Insult
Am I deaf and Blind, sir? Can you tell me that you Did not just say what I heard? My Ears are just Fine. Did you really…?
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Your smile
I saw your smile, in front of me like a vision. In every photo with happy memories, you appeared in front of me. I came to see you, but you didn’t say a word, you couldn’t listen.
By Ina Zeneli2 years ago in Poets
Into a dream
I want to walk in a dream, To look at what’s inside it. Something good or extreme. I saw a black hole. and fell into it.
By Ina Zeneli2 years ago in Poets
Material Girl
Material girl So caught up in the world Your life and outlook make me hurl Self-indulgent Caring for no one else Just a little material girl
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
No One
I do not scream or yelp I do not call out when injured Because I know There is no one here to help Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
being the one to make the first move.. Top Story - January 2024.
i’m looking at you all disappointed-like because why didn’t you take the hint when i reached my hand out across the table
By Huan Huan 2 years ago in Poets
Cosmic Dance
A melody of whispers in the air, dancing beneath the moonlight, secrets declare. Cascading dreams in a celestial stream, feeling the
By Denise Larkin2 years ago in Poets
Alphabetical Cats
Amidst the shadows, a feline dance, Beneath the moonlight's mystic trance. Curled in corners, whiskers twitch, Dreaming of a moonlit pitch.
By Denise Larkin2 years ago in Poets
If you know, you know. Content Warning.
If you know, you know lights red time green step on future end future easy for me to let go to give in auto collision desires
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
The Poetic Backbeat
John Lennon once proclaimed that impactful songwriting means to “Say what you mean, make it rhyme, and put a backbeat to it” (Lennon). Yet Lennon’s advice should not be limited to writing pop songs--it also offers guidance for composing free verse poetry. For although free verse, unlike sonnets, lacks rhyme schemes and rhythmic meter, it uses literary techniques to create rhythmic effects that convey meaning with symbolic resonance akin to the backbeat in music.
By Geoffrey Philp 2 years ago in Poets