Free Verse Poems | Free Verse Examples

Nihilism, write thirteen beautiful lines, the longest one in the merriam-webster Cosmos and cosmic, Lunar eclipse and Aurora Borealis, milky way and the interstellar Synecdoche, you and I are no good to linger longer with the charm in an alternative essay The round trip home is often the loneliest deadly, a painstaking pain, humble to tone down a possessive...

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I read your poem I got my satisfaction I gathered some humid leafs And violets Blossoming there in your head....

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a practiced smile on her face a mother’s oenomel breath puffs wind under gossamer wings reminiscent of the translucent wings of green lacewings— mistaken for a pest, but beneficial— to strike out and explore a thorny world resisting the siren call of spring’s scent turning their heads with songs of love emerging personalities unravel the cocoon spun in...

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I take heed of what I’m too scared to admit, Keep stepping on, Sometimes you just take the lead and head on into the darkest abyss. Focus hard on what it is that you miss, Make time for yourself, Sometimes you’ve gotta remind yourself that you exist. Take heed of what you transmit, Cantankerous, Cancerous, Make...

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 s h a p e me ~   with nautilus shells, shimmering like shifting shadows in sultry silence          across hermit shores  where the inked silhouette  of the cerulean siren    dawns as...

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Quiet devastation ~ a space occupied completely alone. Necessity for perspective without assistance. I cannot make noise, should I scream for attention, it becomes a cheap fix - unsatisfying, pity based. So I meditate on being wanted, knowing I'm rejection's source. It's so deeply personal, it's wrapped in shame - a gut-wrenching, addictive...

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The silence stretches, a taut wire across borders, across oceans of unspoken dread. A name whispered in the dry heat, a face etched on worn photographs, a promise hanging heavy in the air. They speak of strategy, of interests, of the intricate dance of power, but I see only an empty chair. The news flickers, a kaleidoscope of...

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White Suits and Wet Streets, A Miami Vice Poem The pastel blur of Ocean Drive at twilight, a saxophone weeping through the humid air. White linen jackets catching the neon glow, shoulder pads sharp enough to cut the tension. Crockett's stubble, a permanent shadow, Tubbs' wry smile, a shield against the grit. Their Daytona Spyder, a white streak of rebellion, slicing through the...

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Nervously checking my hair, Noting the silver is peppered with grey. My hand trembles as I put on my lipstick— My favourite shade of pink. My reflection bores a frown, But today, I turn it upside up. The big interview with an angel Will happen when the clock strikes Midnight. The mystery of the night Is needed for the halo to shine as bright as...

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Growing up in a loving family of seven— church on Sundays, bare feet running wild, sharing a tricycle with three— double the fun, one standing behind the seat. Dreaming of white dresses and Prince Charming, following my dreams, praying in church to a God so giving. Marveling at trees, sunrises, sunsets, the deep blue sea— His touch lingering in the beauty of life, painting a picture so...

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The chubbiness of your dense casing Is an insulator indeed The small still voice is hindered permeate The depth of a copious essence A mind never regenerated In new known ways to profit Hence your way is wood as you cuddle it Time’s river drowning dreams afar shore As you trot in ways antique With golden opportune wilting Hence amity is fog ...

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I emerge I return If I am not somewhere As I am now I am there If I was not somewhere I was there And so I emerged And I’ve returned...

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Everywhere I turn, a new memory visits— a simple hair tie sitting beside the hair clip in the medicine cabinet. A Bright Eyes t-shirt still lays at the bottom of the laundry basket. The blue nursing uniform, and the pink stethoscope—marked with the initials “K.C.”— a treasure, a marking of a calling so great. The letter from the hospital offering a placement to a young,...

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went to toronto to see a doctor gettin oldt so some changes that occur are intellectual yet of a growth period that spans beyond my past philosophies to a poetic oldt-age vision of all realities in which subjectivity equals all objectivity len ...

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A rainy morning Open window, early morning, music of rain, cold air Beautiful atmosphere in this city, outside is still dark Still dark, oh no …, the dark sky is slowly brightening I just kept the bright dark in my mind. I love the dark Darkness! Part of my life! Please, give me your light crown! The Light Crown! The magic...

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