Fire-Fly StarsFire-Fly Stars
I Always Wanted
To Be A Scientist.
Someone Asked
Me Once:
Aren’t You?
***
What I Really
Wanted To Be
Was A Polar
Bear Lusting
A Powerful Musk
With All Effort,
With A Sure
Un-Certain Purpose.
***
Or I Would Be
Huddled Under
Some Mass Of
Reeds In A
Cavern Crouched
Over A Silver
Beam Of Light…
And The Echo
Everlasting Of
One Drop Of
Purity…
Landing In A
Honed Stone
Bowl.
***
And I Wanted To
Be Worthless
Like Every
Component
Choice…
Like Every...
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Categories:
life,
Form: Free verse
FallingSadness fell.
And also puzzle pieces.
And also things and trinkets.
And also rocks that seem to think.
If something fell from outer space…
It would fall straight into my orbit.
A space rock.
Would thank me for catching it, then die suddenly.
I don’t think anyone or anything could circle me.
They dipped away.
New...
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Categories:
sad,
Form: Free verse
The Beauty is a Desertthe desert is mystically alluring at sunset, looking docile and safe
few sights are as gorgeous as her evening skies of oranges and pinks
those who know, do not venture out after dark
for the desert is like a dangerous woman who looks unassuming
but is anything but
in the crooks and crevices of sand dunes and cacti there are...
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Categories:
environment,
Form: Free verse
what kind of sisters are theyboth of them knew their sister was dying
neither of them called or contacted her
holding a grudge
while she was dying?
their own sister?
what kind of women are these?
the selfish kind...
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Categories:
sister,
Form: Free verse
longing of train whistlesuch longing in a long sad, drawn-out train whistle
do metal objects have feelings?
this sound makes the idea plausible...
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Categories:
travel,
Form: Free verse
musings in the yardevery blade of grass has a memory
each yellow dandelion has her own song to sing
I marvel at the miracle of the red clover with her circular leaves
purposeful ant marches past my musings, giving me a withering look...
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Categories:
nature,
Form: Free verse
Old Mistersilent oak tree sentinel guards my yard
I call him Old Mister
he drops acorns that try to grow new oak trees
they land in a cinder piles, planting themselves
In a few weeks tiny oak leaves form.
If you gently pull them out of the cinders
You will see a tiny oak tree growing out of an acorn.
I pulled twenty...
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Categories:
tree,
Form: Free verse
an overcast Kansas Dayan overcast Kansas day
the kind that gives you a sunburn
without any sun
the clouds are dark grayish blue
thick sluggish unmoving
I stare into them seeking my Archangel Michael...
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Categories:
angel,
Form: Free verse
wild eyed pancakewild eyed pancakes
invented by grandma
two kernels of corn for eyes
delighting her grandchildren
sometimes a mistake makes the best memory...
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Categories:
memory,
Form: Free verse
Ode to Krish
She is not made of atoms,
but aftermaths
the kind that linger in a room long after
the lights remember to flicker back on.
Her spine?
An origami of fallen yesterdays,
creased by collapse,
but folded forward into flight.
They call it resilience,
but she knows better
it’s architecture,
a cathedral of nerve built from
"this will not break me,"
hummed on repeat until it didn’t.
She speaks fluent...
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Categories:
appreciation, art, career, character,
Form: Free verse
Hiraeth soul(HI-RITH)
Hiraeth soul…
A soul forever wandering, in search of a place that no longer exists, or maybe never did.
Looking for a home that no longer exists.
Yearning for a place to fit.
Her soul crosses many planes of space and time.
Her heart is searching for what feels like the divine.
She searches and wanders.
Her body way down yonder,
stuck...
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Categories:
angst, appreciation, deep, identity,
Form: Free verse
Why I Write
Why I Write
He asks why I write
And I say I must
Because the words, you see
Flow as easy as blood in my veins
The pen as natural as the air I breathe
Without it, I explain
The maze of my mind couldn't handle it
He asks how I write
And I say that my method cannot be taught
For...
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Categories:
appreciation, beauty, blessing, confidence,
Form: Free verse
The Moon's Purpose
As the pale, pacific moon hung low, silent and still, waiting for
this day's receipts.
When echoes of day's purchases will be absorbed either in the heavenly or
hellish holes of the waning moon.
Weary with wars, the deceit of greed, where hate is heralded more, the
selfish, superior ones, their darkness dimming their light,...
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Categories:
character, destiny, dream, forgiveness,
Form: Free verse
False ProfitsFalse Profits
Yeah, That's
Spelllllllled
Write
And
‘Rong.
DIS-COMFORTABLE!
Both Lies.
I'm Unworthy Of
Questioning Their
Pompous Asses,
And Certainly
Unwelcome To
Succumb.
Thanks – 1
-Gray Squirrel
07-10-2025
...
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Categories:
life,
Form: Free verse
The Quiet Stormoh
what
dark wine sea
of
red umbrellas
to
keep us warm
and
protect us
from
the
quiet storm...
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Categories:
imagery, imagination, inspiration, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Specific Types of Free Verse Poems
Read wonderful free verse poetry on the following sub-topics:
animals, christmas, death, depression, friendship, food, funny, kids, life, love, middle school, music, nature, rhyme, school, sports
and more.
Definition | What is Free Verse in Poetry?