Free Verse

Happy Birthday, Again
My birthday Has become synonymous With loneliness When I have to order, Pay for, Cut my own cake Alone. When I have to shed tears
By Manisha Dhalaniabout an hour ago in Poets
Answers For Me
I. Looking for answers In all the wrong places. Been a rebel. Been a saint. It doesn't matter. The answers never come
By Dean Traylorabout an hour ago in Poets
Not Everything Is Evergreen
I’m on my way back home again. Last dog-eared ticket in my pocket – time for it to finally unfurl. I’m on my way back home again.
By Cristal S.about an hour ago in Poets
The Man Who Came To Help At 4am
The Man Who Came To Help At 4am The road was empty, silent, frozen still, At 4am where breath turned into smoke, My hands were shaking on that broken wheel,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 3 hours ago in Poets
Life of Cards
you're a shit writer but you make a good muse because I've been full of fire and you just lit the fuse You think I’m inauthentic
By Raine Fielderabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Too Much
I haven't written anything in a long time and it's because, as of right now, I've run out of creative ways to express my frustration. And then, I decided, I don't need to be overly creative to express any of what I'm feeling.
By Donny Foleyabout 6 hours ago in Poets
What Comes Back
I held it in my hands Tightly squeezing my grip so it would not get out I could feel it struggle as the light that fed it disappeared
By G. A. Boteroabout 7 hours ago in Poets
Return to Sender
You shouldn't be here. She was chosen over me. Your rehearsed, half-hearted apologies NOT accepted. You mistook my silence for softness,
By Julie Lacksonenabout 7 hours ago in Poets
Just do what you Already did
Even though you may be loved unconditionally by family, it also can feel like you can’t win. How many times, especially growing up with your parents, have you been told to do something one specific way, and then when you do, you’re told it should’ve been done another way?
By Gabriel Shamesabout 8 hours ago in Poets
Faithful Sunrise
You climb the trees again, slowly — I take my knees, remembering you as the day is long. Your metallic rays, g ‎l ‎i ‎s ‎t ‎e ‎n ‎i ‎n ‎g
By Pixel Floydabout 8 hours ago in Poets
Titillated
These flights of fancy color my world in bold brushstrokes of eroticism, lush sensory details about textures and flavors: rich rough reds, deep velvet chocolatey greens,
By Harper Lewisabout 9 hours ago in Poets
Duffy
A weary whimper and soft sigh Went almost unnoticed that day. Our lives limped drearily along Washed out; devoid of colour
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about 10 hours ago in Poets