Free Verse

IF ONLY MOTIVATION OPERATES BY DEFAULT!
Life is a see-saw One day I'm up The next day I'm down. I enjoy the joy of heights To be able to see things from a far But when I'm down in the valley
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)2 years ago in Poets
Resiliency
I spent every ounce of my resiliency on surviving you, you and your screams of disapproval, your insistence that you knew best even when you were completely and proveably wrong
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
The Moonlit Dancefloor
The moon paints the dancefloor, with a luminous sigh, Where ghosts of our laughter waltz beneath the night sky. My hand reaches out, to touch your phantom embrace,
By a broken heart2 years ago in Poets
Ashes of Eden
Eden's embers smolder, where love once did bloom, A tapestry of ash, consumed by grief's gloom. Thorns of regret pierce the soul, where roses once swayed,
By a broken heart2 years ago in Poets
The Moonlit Well
Beneath the moonlit well, memories reside, Like sunken treasures, where emotions hide. Each ripple reflects, a stolen embrace,
By a broken heart2 years ago in Poets
The Symphony of Silence
A symphony of silence, fills the empty hall, Where melodies of laughter, once painted the wall. No crescendos of joy, no whispers of sweet talk,
By a broken heart2 years ago in Poets
Shattered Kaleidoscope
Each shard of my heart reflects a different hue, Fractured memories swirling, bathed in shades of blue. One shimmers with laughter, bright and carefree,
By a broken heart2 years ago in Poets
Thorns of Yesterday
Your absence, a phantom limb, aches with phantom pain, A searing reminder etched in blood-red stain. Laughter's ghost lingers, a cruel, echoing jest,
By a broken heart2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of Triumph. Content Warning.
In the realm of dreams where stars align, And aspirations soar, where hearts entwine, There lies a path, both winding and steep,
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
Forgotten Times
I. In faraway lands, we danced, circling the fires with painted faces. The standing stones kept their vigil, timeless, even in that long ago age.
By Randy Baker2 years ago in Poets
Intruder
Breathing behind your bunny mask, I can still feel your green eyes staring at me. You decapitated my neighbor on Christmas Eve. Your bloody footprints left a trail in the snow. You kicked in my front door, ax in hand. I grabbed a fire poker, and we engaged in mortal combat. I kicked you in the nuts and you let out a growl, dropping the ax to the ground.
By DJ Robbins2 years ago in Poets
Ode to Cali and her Sisters
Mountains of gold slither down from the Sierras Twisting and winding all the way to the Pacific coast In the Big South, where rivers flow right and left, digging
By Tony Martello2 years ago in Poets