Gregory Richard Barden Poet Free verse

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I am …

a withered leaf -
the breath
of your indifference
tossing - like every other …
we sit on sand
shoulders pressed like
sinners
yet from the chill
not familiarity …
this place, once solemn -
once our vessel
has long since betrayed us
its moon
beams no magic
the breaks, sing not
tarnished doubloons rust
the wave tops
and the tree of love I
have wilted from
aches in vain to see
you look at me 
the way you gaze
upon …

the sea.





~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~

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Alison A Smith October 5, 2026 at 9:17 PM The fragmented free verse and lingering pauses give the heartbreak a quietly fractured rhythm. The withered leaf and tarnished seascape make emotional neglect tangible, while the final isolation of “the sea” poignantly reveals where the beloved’s attention rests.