Free Verse

Unraveling Love
Who am I to learn the language of others, only to use it to foment the seeds of hatred in another? I learn the language of others so that I may speak the words of Love in their ear, and sleep comfortably knowing that they are not only heard, but understood.
By Aaron Richmond2 years ago in Poets
Remains of The Evergreen
This is a love story started from the beginning off mankind, so one of the longest tales, if you love to call this a tale,
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka2 years ago in Poets
The Naked Truth. Top Story - February 2024.
My thoughts are bare I can’t help but stare at their beauty Their perfect golden hue Leaves nothing to the imagination
By Jennifer David2 years ago in Poets
One Is Greater than Zero
One is greater than zero; do you not agree? So, if one is greater than zero, then why is it that we, Prize days that end in zero, like twenty or thirty,
By Linda Lee2 years ago in Poets
Yellow Rose
A dozen yellow roses is my gift to you to show my friendship with you is true. Yellow is the color for friends. Yellow is a color that is warm.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of Gratitude. Content Warning.
In the quiet moments of reflection, Where gratitude finds its gentle inception, There lies a sentiment, pure and true,
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
Celestial Reverie: Odes to the Everchanging Sky. Content Warning.
In the vast expanse where dreams take flight, The canvas of blue stretches, infinite and bright. Above the world, where birds and clouds roam free,
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
Eternal Echoes: A Symphony of Hope. Content Warning.
In the darkest night, a flicker bright, Hope, a beacon, guiding light. Through shadows deep, it softly gleams, A whispered promise in silent dreams.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
Rainbow After Rain
The storm weeps itself dry, leaving behind only the scent of petrichor and the ghost of thunder rumbles. A reluctant sun peeks through the clouds, tentative as a newborn fawn. Then, as if by magic, a child's laughter paints the weeping sky with vibrant hues. Tears of rain transformed into a promise whispered in seven colors, a bridge between sorrow and sunrise. Hope, arcing across the heavens, reminding us that even storms must eventually yield to the sun's embrace.
By Buzu2 years ago in Poets
masquerade
from behind the mask our insatiate future waltzes desire the heart stumbles following the lead of our unwise hands --------------------------
By R.I. Károly2 years ago in Poets
An Update on a Poem a Day in February
Today I called my granddaughter and asked her if she would help me choose the best Valentine poems/rhymes. Any format or non-required. I told her that I knew she is a writer as I have watched her writing over the years and she is a good writer.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
Soak in the Oak
Be tough like the oak, Never let your purpose sway, Take hold of your roots.
By Toby Heward2 years ago in Poets