Free Verse

Morning Glow
The blaze of early sun Blinds and dazzles, Dancing and reflecting Off the corrugated tin That serves as roof and fence.
By Randy Baker2 years ago in Poets
Libby the Witty Kitty
There once was an itty bitty kitty. Her name was Libby. Her fur was the color of a sweet biscotti with snowfall white stripes.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
The Anguished Spirit
In the shadows of the moonlit night, A spirit lingers, bound by spectral plight. Anguish wraps its ethereal form, A soul unsettled, caught in a storm.
By Melania J.L.2 years ago in Poets
COFFEE
In the morning's hush or the twilight's calm, A steaming cup, a comforting balm. Coffee, a ritual, a daily charm, In every sip, a soothing psalm.
By Melania J.L.2 years ago in Poets
Dusty Road
A dusty road, where memories unfold, Underneath the sun's warm gold. Each particle, a tale untold, In the journey of life, stories are scrolled.
By Melania J.L.2 years ago in Poets
I am a girl
I am a girl Of course me and my wardrobe love each other And we spend a lot of time together Choosing my clothes It lasts forever
By Anna 2 years ago in Poets
Just A Telephone Call
Just a telephone call during the mundane, A precious and familiar voice answers hello, One that can be relied upon, When there’s news that needs to be told.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
I’ve Slowed The Tide of Time
My body is the vessel of earthly life, The machine that quietly hums along, Busy on auto pilot, Strumming to its own tune,
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
east coast. Top Story - January 2024.
if you tell me where we're going then i'll tell you where i went after the marathon. you won't like it. i did. you sent me like an orphan to the countryside in wartime, you wouldn't look me in the eye so i did, in the mirror: teeth bared, never flossing.
By Suze Kay2 years ago in Poets
A Lancashire Abecedarian
Introduction I thought I was done with this challenge then I was reading Stuart Maconie's "Pies And Prejudice" and he had reached his home town of Wigan and started listing a lot of the odd place names in the Lancashire area. Of course, I thought that might be an idea for a poem. Obviously "Z", "X" and "Q" will be awkward but I will see if I can do it.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Hard-Boiled
It is the middle of a boiled egg that is squishy and malleable - No incorrect the center is the yoke.
By Pōlani Monderen 2 years ago in Poets
Curtail the Cats
An understanding, some cooperation would be nice to hear from those cat owners who open the door for their errant, exhuberant
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets