Free Verse Poems | Free Verse Examples

I'm going to keep writing regardless of the outcome I'm going to keep clicking my keys and my mind I'm going to create from nothing what I need I'm going to give it all I got, cuz its what I do ! I will share my thoughts whether you like it or not I...

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World knows the seven deadly sins- lust,gluttony,greed,sloth,wrath,envy,pride. A woman basic need to understood and being heard is more deadly a sin which burn the mind and heart to ashes. Even the pious man and lay man has no difference when ridiculing woman for her pain and emotions. Has to smile beautifully and talk sweetly though burning alive inside and out. He...

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They starved our bodies of love Then complain how our bones shake in fear They strip us of our dignity Then glare at us when we jave nothing to wear They take our souls Then question when they hear our screams in their dreams It's why when the wind fills their ears It sparks chills And the echoes...

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To be black Is to live life freely Despite being trapped in a cage without a key Ignoring the hate from society As their bodies radiate envy Trying to destroy our joy through spreading negativity And taking our lives violently To be black Is to smile in the face of adversity To be black Is to find beauty in the...

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When alabaster twilights rain upon celestial roses, with tear-soaked trinkets of ancient aromas ~ I wear their amaranth scents upon acrylic wrists, and tie my terracotta threads of twinkling trust with those topaz ribbons of reminiscent tales, slowly floating in an opal olive fog ~ where a bouquet of bones decorates my heart-shaped coffin and this hoaxed bride, veiled in...

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rock bottom a euphemism at best sunken feeling of a leaden balloon deflated burst into shrapnel of fears they say it’s when you stop digging the circumference of the black hole larger than your inflated Ego mania and then the trap door opened for more the chisel engaged in vigorous overdrive what a life to be had or thrown away a rescue team...

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Mystic 2025 Poem Lionel Derbyshire. The day before on the night.. We packed for Mystic July 2025 We told each another on the phone.. Of what we going to do We going to brouhaha and hoopla hoo-hah The trip to Mystic we had in awe Come we go.. We going to quarell and inspire And we wil reasure.. Our excited smiley faces raptured.. For the freedom We to...

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In just a day, I lost my father, my mum, and my only two siblings, I became the only member of my family: my own father, my own mother, my own siblings. I was left to s~w~i~m the ocean a l o n e... I was like the only spared t^r^e^e of...

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The olive garden to prepare. With Zebedee’s sons and Peter He prayed for the cup to pass, Your will be done Not mine. Take this cup from me? Yet not my will, but yours be done. Point of death, the hour is here. Fast asleep under the trees. Vision of Isaac being prepared, On his knees to be spared. Sorrow in...

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A good man walks through life with quiet strength, carrying himself with dignity while lifting others along the way. He speaks with honesty even when the truth is difficult, and his word can be trusted completely. You can see his character in small moments—how he treats someone who can do nothing for him, the patience...

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I am one who carries love who also carries grief I hold life’s many phases like the moon engulfed in shadow this weight has pulled me inwards to discover hidden craters that may become rich seams how far till I reach darkness the tides rule pain and pleasure our wealth of brilliant dreams and loss of all we cherish as we fall to earth again the sky...

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Did Dorothy understand that her presence a bother Disrupting the order in Ozland An intruder. A stranger. A child in danger. Tin man is empty. Scarecrow weaved of dried grass. Lion fearing everyone that crosses his path. Dorothy walked in the shoes of a wicked witch that she’d killed. Assuming the role of a tyrant in heels. Exposing the...

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Kundalini 7-11-25 Line of Inquiry "What does it mean to be actually touched by the spirit." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Touch of the Spirit Unseen this breath That hovered over a shapeless abyss Not understanding This tantalizing scent of divinity And a fluttering touch This dove of prophetic mystery Cravings carved from aspirations Foreshadow reverie When musings beget beatitudes Restless perfection ascends From a fire that never burns The unselfish redeeming...

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My soul had long been troubled... by hatred, d e j e c t I o n and contempt ~ They were the poisons that flowed red in my v e i n s, burning like wildfire from my head to my toes, as if this world were inhabited by d e m o n s: that have teeth...

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The master cracks his whip across the horse’s trembling flank, pushing the beast to its limits until the wildness snaps and the horse reacts, a flurry of chaos beneath the sting. When silence falls, the master believes the animal has learned, believes the wounds are healed. He reaches out with clean hands, petting the horse's weary muzzle, his fingers gentle, but not soft enough. The horse,...

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