Free Poems - Poems about Free

You're the canvas of my dreams Where my aspirations are painted bright With colors that fades not with time But shine through the darkest night. You're the very surface Where my legacy is etched deep— A testament to those who doubt The...Read the rest...

I will never be a great poet, but that is okay writing poetry helps relieve the anxiety of life’s challenges a life full of ups and downs I have a choice to make will I sit and...Read the rest...

The smoldering sun shines incessantly Until the earth’s humidity hastens The forming of cinereal clouds calmly covers The spacious skies above and suddenly Gentle rain soft but steady Begin to fall, splattering and wetting the soil. The pitter-patter pronounces...Read the rest...

Jahore Pakistani kind of terrorist driving a Tahoe shooting into my home attempting to impersonate me gain royalties from my American poetry sorry my ancestors served Wwll Vietnam Korean Afghanistan Iraq for these reasons I...Read the rest...

Raining in Summer Spray spittle from loose gray lips magnifies the green wardrobe of spruce A sea lion couple casually slips from a rocky jut, their ragged brown coats cycled into slick summer wear The north wind pelts the...Read the rest...

My mouth is full of fizzy liquid, my toungue is tickling vivid. Even though my dark circles under the eye, are deep within my following breath, they lie. The ground is scretchy, Are with the bathroom one matchy. The cold shrouded...Read the rest...

In my mind There lives a child Scared, trembling Wounds still bleeding Young one, I did not wish this fate on you But the world is cruel There is no safe place to hide They will always find you Young one, do not...Read the rest...

I took the short path, as many do to get to the beach. Loving the beach with it's white sand, a great summertime place for all ages. I could not wait to see the lovely view, the early morning blue...Read the rest...

As Space knows no true vacuum – (in a vast sense always exhibiting abundance of space) -- so near Nature, fills with infinite mystery, delights in difference though rudiments may compare no two blossoms exactly alike a slight, odd, curl in a...Read the rest...

Show me a man without contradiction I’ll show you — no man at all (Dreamsleep: May, 2024) Darkness Reigns Shunning the light power hides in the shadows gathering allies — proffering fear (Dreamsleep: May, 2024) ...Read the rest...

The Room of the Unrequited By Roger White That evening, stillness permeated the lavender-scented room. Dusk crept through the windows smudged by oily fingers, The day’s twilight left a dull umbra on wall...Read the rest...

Looking at My Hands By - Roger White Pallid skin, once luminescent, now brown and stained like husks. Gaunt fingers, once straight, now gnarled and twisted like twigs. I lament where my hands have been is not where they...Read the rest...

He thinks he killed me. So he rolled me up in a rug. I thought I died too but then I wiggled my toes. Rugs are bristly and hot, so I felt that too. When I try to unfurl,...Read the rest...

Story Structure Some writers leave a story at the climax, like an adolescent male leaving the reader not totally satisfied. Other writers never bring the reader the climax, of their story. Good writers take the reader...Read the rest...

Back in February. We shoveled away our snow. In March? Our kites would freeze in mid air. In April… We would have burning days for no reason, while others are just like winter all over. May is not perfect either. Bugs arise. Grass...Read the rest...