Best Freeform Poems

Freedom from death
bounds freedom to fully live,
As freedom from thin-skin body competitions
reconnects freedom to deep mind cooperate,

As freedom from Win-Lose YangGame Strategy
opens ecosystemic freedom to...

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I was just sitting there writing when I saw her stroll in,  
I wasn’t alone, all eyes followed those curves sashaying 
as if she...

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~~RE Birth ~~

A Poem by Debbie_Philly 

THIS IS A VERY OLD POEM ABOUT 2 YEARS Maybe 3 YEARS OLD... 

REBIRTH

The dance is over, air expelling
from...

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Dust settles 

Vibrations loosen
the dust on my piano,
releasing tiny particles
into a rectangle sunbeam
dancing about the glass,
as I play compositions
on freeform keys,
fingered imagination
frantically moving
levers in never...

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Ants are known to be industrious,
Bustling about the anthill
In lines and arcs and freeform patterns,
Intent on some important insect mission,
Minding their own business, thank you.

Of...

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red hot background

        black white flinging

            ...

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Each form is a form of His form
Both form and formless are His norm
He chooses form as well formless, to get you to reform
He yields...

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That dress.
That DRESS.
The one hanging there that doesn't have me in it.

Yeah, that one.

I remember when I felt pretty
I remember when I felt safe
I remember...

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Is merely the folding of the shower curtain that snaps the righteous peg. Sending jasmine smells at nine in the morning to refresh the house...

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Upon the breeze of fate came love my way
To fragrance every flower with scents of you. 
Forever, now, your sweetness brightens day.

As morning light seeks...

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Branches of beans wave most predominantly in stormy weather but heavily prevalent are the many climbing chimps whose antics please the spotted cloud and cause...

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severely fragmented flashes
lead to blank frustration
never computed to what
my body does,
what other bodies do.

it's not gluttony, it's emptiness-
i always have something in my hand.

the mirror...

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she laid a mean line down
but her heart was too kind
and seemed like she was always getting burned
after all what can you do
more of the...

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Rushes sway gently in the wind
They murmur ballad of the old
Deal with humanity fury wills rescind
Sunset is glorious sky is azure and gold

Air grows dense...

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It is early one morning,
and you are making love to me.
Sunshine is streaming through the curtains
and I am disinterested in your ministrations. 

I wonder 
if...

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