Free Poems - Poems about Free

Something very interesting happened I looked at some poems that won in a contest The winners were all top ten winners There were very few winners in the contest Just out of curiosity I copied and pasted Each one, one by one into an AI checker Guess what that AI checker found All of them were written by AI...

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In life’s wake Are trailing memories, Born from dreams With life’s bow fixed Toward an unseen horizon. Willed by bold stroke, The soul is set afloat Down a river never traveled— A river of doubt. Drifting Under the dark forest canopy The cacophony, Nature’s chorus, Is unusually silent. Only imagination’s din Echoes in the ears, Stirring the heart. An unuttered presage Taming hubris With its humbling message. On the liquid canvas Are sketches of nature Flowing past, Giving...

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They wait at the edge of the mirror, not behind you— but within the silver. Smudges you tried to wipe away with sunlight and small talk. Shadows do not scream. They whisper. They come not as monsters but as familiar outlines— the shape of your silence, the weight of your almost, the version of you that never learned how to leave. You thought healing was a climb into the light, but...

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oh, the mist on mountains rising to meet the clouds swirling like ocean waves land shrouded in a veil . .. secrets of plumes misty that the morn' will reveal ...

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It's my first love he said, majestic Tahoma* they named it long ago before white men settled and claimed it as their own~ now misty as our tears. *Mount Rainier is called Tahoma by Native American tribes.Tahoma translates to "mother of waters". For: SOME KIND OF MISTY Poetry Contest Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Date: July 5, 2025 ...

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This is one of my very early poems, but I have decided to edit and re-post it. My dream was to be a Jane Austen, Or a Virginia Woolfe, whose “stream Of consciousness” novel rocked the world, Or Kadambari, the muse who inspired The incomparable bard in Bengali Literature. A few fearless women - Debjani, and Gandhari, From...

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not even (as in not even nothing) appears as nothing~ nothing appearing as the dance~ apparently there are appearances everywhere~...

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I write and write It is my lust It is my fury But on some days like this I wonder Do they mean anything to you?...

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Misty clouds fill my eyes, After you stabbed my heart, With a blade forged in hate. Pain oozes out like blood, But neither red nor caked – Yet it outlives all thought. Contest Name:Some Kind Of Misty Poetry Contest Contest Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Date: July 5th, 2025. ...

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#All_I_want The ticking on my wrist, start to show my age, and what could have been, some memories worth dumped by the roadside. Time is of no essence to me now. Been pondering, even these walls starts suffocating me. Been counting, with these fingers of mine, they too can't comprehend my outstanding life expectations. Someone ...

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#You You said I was childish, never serious , took things simple but what you left out was why I carried myself as such. Truth be told, thats what I resorted to after my aftermath of my being serious, being honest, giving my all Maybe I have suffered so much pain that I chose not be...

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In dawn's hushed oozy mist truths seem soft and gentle so unsure of themselves they become blurred shapeless with no hold, knurl or grip to bring into focus...

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I love the blue water, as I am rocked to sleep. The salt air fills my soul, as I dream far away. I am awakening, to a misty sea day. ...

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God dispatches two angles for each missile sent in war to recover the souls of those perished He then lets nature clean up the blood with insects and bacteria so the war-torn scenario is blessed It’s too common a sight men, women and children dying in war zones Heavens gates are swayed open with a constant line of new souls carried by the angels When...

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By calm childhood's brook, shafts of brash, slanting light shone through a dewy mist. From a stone, there I spied, descending from a thread, dawn's angel from the dark....

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