Free Verse. Poems - Poems about Free Verse.

she hung her sari out on a hilltop clothesline wisps of colours to the sun playful lengths of silk toying with the breeze flowing swaying dancing no fanfare no introduction no applause just the unexpected gift of an exquisite peaceful moment of breathtaking beauty on a sunny april morning ...

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In the forest. A bench is a spot to hang out. No one judges you. Riding by on bikes. There’s no better spot to be relaxed. There’s plenty of shade. Backpack seated next to you. Tipping over but not falling. A bit of pollen on this bench. Something green growing but seems not poisonous. In...

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In the mystery of night, when stars sing a forgotten hymn, I travel through the shadows of silence, seeking an abstract truth within. Through labyrinths of thoughts, an underground river carries me, With each ripple, closer to the star that ceased to be. In the whispers of the wind, I hear the call of ancient deities, Pouring into my soul...

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In the midnight's heart, along the shadowed path, I lose myself in dreams, A river of thoughts flows, carrying me through the abyss's seams. With every ripple, I draw near to the hidden truth's embrace, In cosmic silence, my unfathomable soul I trace. Under a sky full of stars, I dance with shadows of the past, Each step an incantation,...

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WORKING ON MY POEM STILL...

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Everything you touch rots. Not because of me—but because you became a f*cken white supremacist when you raped a Black woman and expected silence. Goodluck....

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I want to go to Virginia With a girl named Virginia. Feel the sullen breeze cross my face, Surf over the knobby contour of my nose, Then whiz past my ear as I hold Virginia close. Her honeysuckle shampoo Permeating my brain. Both sets of our eyes gaze riverward, Wondering if the dream had started Or is this the magical reality We forever...

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I never think my thoughts deep thoughts -- and though I'm no Peter Sellers -- they are but common trite reactions. l do not live an examined philosophic life; nor have I focused, fathomed understanding. But -- there is, everywhere, widened blank confusion -- crowds do not listen, do not hear, cannot ken, even do not choose NOT to grasp what is...

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sitting quietly, I begin breathing softly in and out listening to my heartbeat I calmly wait for the voice within ...

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the minimalist decries clutter wishing for less perhaps nothing a seeking goal already fulfilled~...

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You could see in the blush in his face He was life itself He spoke about the stars With the same tone he spoke About his beloved mother And it infected me And I was in fire....

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Nothing is doubtless Nothing is beyond repair Nothing lasts forever~ ...

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You cannot make work everything as per your plans As there is already a roadmap You cannot fix all the misunderstandings As there is already a home built for trust issues Don't put efforts to make undesired connections As connections are not for long lasting Follow mindfulness As karma is real which hits in its way Make a habit...

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In the depths of every soul lies a secret story, A place where sins and desires slowly weave a tale, We are travelers through shadows, bearing unknown guilt, In the silence of the night, memories become unseen wings. Every heart carries a secret, an unspoken crime, A thought born from the desire to be free and loved, Beneath the mask of...

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If life were a book, I'd hesitate to touch it, Standing on the edge of the shelf, fearing to discover, That the story is written in tears and deep shadows, I'd burn the pages with a match of extinguished memories. But fire doesn't erase, it only turns to ash, And the desire to read on is like a curse, For this...

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