Free Verse Poems | Free Verse Examples

I’m nobody’s everything, I’m just everybody’s nothing. How can the world want me to change, When the world has stayed the same?...

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Its dark its quiet And I am pretty much a poet When wihout drinking i get drunk And honest feelings comes in bunk What is life I dont know Even in a decade would not go Is it a remission or was it there within I guess its both in heart that thin What is the purpose To be happy What is the fact...

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I woke this morning to the thick breath of heat, a humid Sunday rising slow as regret. The tulip tree leaves hung there, backlit like stained glass in a forgotten chapel, and beneath the sagging feeder, a ragged pile of feathers—gray, white, brown— strewn across the grass, as though something holy had been torn apart in the night. Fox, coyote, hawk— it hardly matters. Something lived, and...

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I dye my hair to stand out from the crowd To not fade In the background My skin littered with ink so eyes don’t stray away something to draw your attention Something that will burn onto your memory But instead I feel like my hair is grey and brown to camouflage to the full world around me My skin is...

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When we where younger we all wanted that invisibility cloak, talking about how many pranks we would do or how we would sneak out I was born with it sewn into my skin I’ve tried cutting it, dyeing it but nothing seems to affect the effect...

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Happiness and sadness are equi-distant from each other It's the speed that makes all the difference From point to point A distance travelled in our minds but takes hold of the body Like a pendulum swinging from end to end Our souls dim and perspectives flicker A proud eagle becomes solitary A vast vibrant field becomes lonely Words are given innuendoes belonging to...

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Crown of gold curls in rainbow wrappers. Girly-girl, at two, favored to be beautiful. Eyelids delight to be painted baby-girl green. Dolly’s lascivious lashes soaked in black ink. Innocent strawberries dot baby-blue sleeveless top. Soon, she’ll be strapless, primping at the vanity. For now, she holds a mirror with her eyes closed; her reflection not quite perfected; a natural blush of lips, cherub-cheeks...

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A touch is a hug for the lonely, I thought as I sat on that plane. The sleeping man beside me, Would never know that feeling he made. As his head nodded off, His elbow extended to mine. This little little tap Echoed in a hollow mine. I savoured such a warm embrace, From the man that would never know me, But I couldn’t help...

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Cooled off to take a sip; two. Greedily waking up; fading of the whole cup - butterflies, trees, flowers; drips touching the final vestiges of Antigua. Fear ascended into the canopy, slid along the line; work gloves, gripping. Incomplete instructions, lack of common sense, slowed me down, with my feet off the ground. Grounds remind me, in this creamy, courage cup to not give up, keep going...

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Follow the flow of the Tees Meet the folk whose sweat and tears shaped the land, brought in the bounty, shifted the steel to build Better places. Follow the flow of the Tees. Meet the people who fish in peace. Look for a seal or two. See them bobbing, watching you watching them. Observe them catching the rays of the sun on the...

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Once more I want to thank you Father For everything you did for me Through all the years You gave me the gift of life After you had created Me in you image You had given me Grey hair and brown eyes You tell me that I am Beautiful you in your eyes Father I don't agree with you At all Father you are untitled to your opinion I...

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Deep down she was a hopeless romantic Masked with hate because she thought she couldn't have it After all she was a black woman When she asked the world for love it laughed at her It's why she gave up, a story so tragic Growing up in a world where white was the beauty standard And being black was...

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To be black Is to constantly run Maybe that's why they stereotype Saying we are fast Speaking of fast That's what they say when a black girl has a nice ass Because being black and being a woman Means that it's our fault And we deserve it To be black Is to constantly fight back With the hope we won't be...

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The high and the lows, strife and blows Through high tides, and angry winds, Hurricanes and tornadoes Life stalls, uncertainity builds, fear beckons and faith dissolves But with the last ounce of hope, i cling to Psalms 46:1 Daunting opposition flanks all directions , Laying bare fibres of my imperfections. Trust turned to ammunition, piercing the fabric of my unsuspecting fondness. The multitudes in...

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I am always trying to put words into the mouth of mornings, speak over the quiet that descends at dusk when the world pauses to take a breath. It is my voice I hear echoing back in the wind and my fears that crawl the dark on those long nights. I make the world a reflection of me. I seem to get in the way and...

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