Free Form Poems - Poems about Free Form

Nail walking down the street Carrying a bagful to fix something For the master who owns my dreaming Storefronts lolling sidewalks asleep Night quiet jazz, Erie, PA The endless road breaking cartons Locked doors being kidnapped jumping fences getting spotted running away Dreaming snatches of words in the air Fine milky jazz boots on a roll a train That passes at 10 a,m, cars...

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I was shaken and shaking. Meeting your eyes, for a second. But it could have been a million years. The space that moment holds in my head could have been used to build the pyramids....

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discovery let us create a mission to mars in hyperspace perhaps a gpt game where we isolate known valence electrons these are source codes of electricity which anonimity excludes from detection in p doping of semiconductors we capture and confine static discharge in the server and mainframing of our frame our constitution our coins are evident yet outliers constantly join the angle and rebound in economic input definitions i...

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i’m here, nor there, sometimes everywhere a storm brewing inside i’m darker i’ve sailed these seas before repetition becomes habit take me back to simpler times an early childhood memory just one day when i didn’t allow myself to be consumed by ruminating i collect my thoughts after time i realize the tea is hot, and it makes me anxious and that i’m really just...

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I wish I had I wish everyday I could do it I wish that I could make it work out I wish I was not terrified to have it I wish I had the devotion to obtain it I wish I believed I could be happy to have it I wish that I thought I deserved it I wish I was strong...

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I feel sorry for the plants stuck in a glass bowl garden, just as I'm sad to see a goldfish locked up in a bowl, jailed. For vivarium is just an aquarium a pen for living things locked up, encapsulated, emaciated, ghastly devastated. The beauty lies in the empty bowl of glass please set it free! Just listen to Dale Chihuly!...

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The air is thick and misty. The fog hovers over the backyard, fighting to linger as the sun rises and starts burning it off. The squirrels are quiet. The birds are silent. Even the prowling cats have decided to sleep in, waiting for the mist to clear. It’s been quite a while since I’ve seen a day struggle to begin. The cobwebs are...

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Our table is small in size; The plates and serving bowls Barely Fit Between the cups and elbows. We stuff ourselves around the table, Too many chairs, too many arms, too many feet CrowdingAroundTheNapkinsAndForksAndKnives. Our table is small But there is always r o o m For love....

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red hot background black white flinging dancers cha-cha-chá *** 2/7/2020 Ekphrasis tribute to Jackson Pollock’s “Free Form” in the triadic line form February 7, 2020 REFLECTiONS an ekphrasis triadic line Brian Strand, sponsor October 24, 2020 EoW (7) Art Brian Strand,...

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I heard you whispering all night listening your handsome face picturing your hand strokes my hair and you kiss my tear and forever love I declare in the distant other words and the song of birds the most beautiful heard and a soothing voice came to proclaim my child leave the pain give love to the Lord he will become your sword ___________________________ January 2, 2020 Poetry/Free Form Sonnet/Love Copyright Protected, ID...

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on the verge of love, mutual discovery unveiled in their secret world; lips to lips ,sealed, hearts in passion pound ardour's whispers sound; need unchains desire, pleasure's fever fans a fire, each flame thrusting higher; in duet's crescendo choir realisation exceeds hope, promise, with trust elope; enchantment metamorphose as love,sublime,grows...

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No noise,silence, the beating of my heart, alone,with my thoughts; Without,I see the breeze, soundless,active,alive, slowly I awake,arise to another day...

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Eternal granite, crystalline scree, agates, boulders, rise to hills, towering tors,* mutinous mountains, endlessly growing rising, lifted, then toppled by the fiery rebirth of draconic lava** Like the cracked shell of an avian egg***/ **** both molten yolk and watery albumen mark the passage of time, the swings of the multiverse, they pacify Charon’s passage on the Styx Seen and...

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To think, to dream, to imagine; What capacities our minds achieve in such a sudden short appearance of intellect, Breathing [a]new idea of life into our burning souls, Searching for meaning among every clover, bright in the sun like our eyes in love. What capabilities we have come by to change our eyes into doors, Passages leading us the path...

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Ivy climbs the wall Spreading fingers here and there Forming leafy art...

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