Free Verse

Out of Frequency
Sometimes it feels futile to place precise, emotionally intelligent work into systems built for sameness. Algorithms reward familiarity, not resonance.
By Alicia Melnick 2 days ago in Poets
Structures Rising
The latent lust sprinkles matters like moonbeams through a window barely whispering greetings. Structures know the melting of egos or the moment never lasts but form flutters a format for diplomats to rise again in heroes cloaks that they cannot wear because they're not allowed to. So, inference is a bargain in ideals. Torrent is a scream from the heart. Peace is in the window.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle2 days ago in Poets
Instructions for The House Nobody Knows
Touch a door that does not claim importance. Knock once. If nobody answers, enter anyway. * Bring nothing shiny. Bring nothing meant for trade.
By Tim Carmichael2 days ago in Poets
Bad. Content Warning.
Introduction An old free-form poem inspired by bad people I knew, and this is how I feel some are with me today Bad ⬛🖤⚫☠️⚫🖤⬛ You Only Smile At My Misery You Push Me Out Blame Me ☠️ You Break Things It's My Fault Look What I Made You Do That Person You Beat Up It Was Their Fault ☠️ Because They Were There And The Crowd Say You Are The One ☠️ They Will Follow They Will Be Like You They Will Hurt They Will Destroy That Is The Way To Be Always And Forever ⬛🖤⚫☠️⚫🖤⬛
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 days ago in Poets
There Is a Rhythm to the World
There is a rhythm to the world that sends me shamefaced to stand in front of the egg section of the dairy aisle in the dark days of December each year.
By Natalie Wilkinson2 days ago in Poets
Love Isn’t Bruises
I used to call it passion, the way his anger arrived like a slammed door And my heart still ran toward it. ﹁﹂ I got good at translating harm
By Milan Milic2 days ago in Poets
Zero ONE
Light revelation, dimensional time spacing, beam spin revolution...
By Diana2 days ago in Poets
Locked Rooms
Locked Rooms I need to explain this carefully, Because it is easy to misunderstand. I am still able to write words, That part has never been taken from me.
By Marie381Uk 2 days ago in Poets
How To Cultivate a New Crush. Top Story - January 2026.
Lay strawberry hair on fair skin, let it redden like a crush, pink as cherry blossoms on the fresh dirt of hurt. Bring skin
By Pixel Floyd2 days ago in Poets
❤️action prayer: home sweet home❤️
falling, falling, falling . . . overthinking, fighting, wanting much more . . looking up, up, up into the blue sky . . .
By SAMURAI SAM AND WILD DRAGONS2 days ago in Poets
The Warm Glowing Sun
The warm cast of the glowing sun can't seem to reach past The Failing Dreams of Tomorrow. . Every ray shines down and reveals a "forgotten" result.
By Rachael Anra2 days ago in Poets
Standing on the Moon
Standing on the Moon I danced on dust beneath my feet, The silence warm, the hush complete. A silver hush, a gentle glow.
By Marie381Uk 2 days ago in Poets