Onomatopoeia Free Verse Poems

volatile observation suspended amidst reality and fiction,
subdued voice echoes down a hallway of convictions;
like a despotic fog blurring options for a swarm of insects 
who...

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Tell me a color.
I'll tell you something juicy:
I picked
my favorite fruit
by palate, 
hues too.
Bare feet shed more than dead skin.
Exposed limbs
transfer
transport
knowledge
The Nature of Things
tangible and...

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Boom, Boom, Kaboom
My heart goes
When I see you

Vroom, Vroom, Zoom
My heart goes
When I leave you...

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The name pronounces in a Chinese mind
Sounds similar to onomatopoeia words made
When hearts felt  phonologically bored  
By a misthought on linguistically decaying 
Or...

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Bang - my heart when we met.

Bang - my heart when you left....

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A whispered shhh  hung in the air
Tall grass rustled nearby
A slight sniffy, snorty snout sound
Preceded the crinkly crunch of dry grass
Sweat slithered across my...

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 meow meow
i called the kitten 
who have never eaten
and i say
 meow meow

 arf arf
barked the dog
who got jealous 
and he say
 arf arf

...

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My opinion is an option
Their preferences a mandate
Our midpoint an ambiguity 
The victory tastes bitter
Only the failure feels better

I then call it an intriguing skin
They...

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“Your longing for ME is my message to you,
All your attempts to reach ME,
Are in reality MY attempts to reach you.”
Rumi

Without you,
I am a drop...

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Poetry is like medication, in each release of expression,
there is healing - Poet.

In the realms of lost childhoods,
where demons prey upon the defenceless -
no one...

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Written: January 2nd, 2023, For Ink Empress Contest

Rumi verse" Sing to me in the silence of your heart and I will rise up to hear...

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there is something about 
the simplistic shape of a conundrum
an ancient voice in modern mouth
in cartloads for the few to quell
where ice finding comfort in...

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Loves me, Loves me not?
Loves me, Loves me not?
Plucking petals is biased, as most flowers have 5 petals!
Counting the fingers and toes
of a poet, is...

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If I could go back in time, 
I wouldn't really change anything. 
Changing things would be a crime, 
perfection, that's how I'd describe everything. 

I...

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In the midnight's hush, a word was whispered,
A message destined for the Mooli's own kin,
A task entrusted to the son's devoted heart,
To carry forth, to...

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