Free Verse. Poems - Poems about Free Verse.

Jack 177 26 Jun 2025 A room in my head called emotion Controlled by various means A thermometer reacting to the room temperature of others The cold shoulder of silent indifference Could turn the blood in my veins, to frozen streams Other times, blood starts to boil with internal rage The mercury of overreaction, starts to rise The volatile instability, damages perception I work hard...

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I drew a rendering with love's charcoal of your face, held in my soul It's drawn on the cave wall of my mind believing it would fade with memory I visit this cave in silent twilight when the world is still and I'm alone where I can...

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Jack 171 27 May 2025 I’m Christopher Columbus, exploring my mind, because no one else has I’m precise, when rambling on, towards the point I’m simple, while being extremely complicated I’m intelligent, but capable of absolute stupidity I’m a stick of rock, with the message of fairness I’m focus so deep, that sometimes I’m not physically there I’m infinite beginnings, with much fewer...

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Jack 162 10 Apr 2025 Ask me what I see And my reply might be negative I don’t see in colour, be it hair, eyes or skin I don’t see any superiority, in any given religion when they all give faith and strength to those that believe I don’t see identity as an issue, it’s a personal matter of choice I don’t see...

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Jack 155 10 Mar 2025 I met my younger self today He insisted it was at the pub He needed to be comfy and had much to say I declined his offer of a pint Declaring I’m good with the water, thanks anyway He insisted, come on have a beer, it’s what we do I told him, one day he will know, he...

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Jack 172 - 4 Jun 2025 Once solid like Ice Life painfully boiled me to a liquid The heat continued until I evaporated Never knowing what I was meant to be ...

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At three years old, she slides down the playground chute again and again— screaming joy like a law of nature, not knowing her thrill relies on two surfaces refusing to agree. I don't tell her that without friction she'd fall through her chair, pass through the carpet, drop through the crust, until even the Earth's center ran out of grip. I just watch her walk— tiny soles pressing the ground, each...

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Vive la différence couples complement each other balancing the scales one will play the jokester clown and storyteller the other acts as sidekick filling in if there are gaps they juggle and finesse their roles managing an equilibrium thus the introvert and extrovert weave their life in harmony...

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They said she loved only one man — that’s how the old song goes. But the truth? It was a tree — no metaphor, no myth. A real one: knotted, gnarled, older than shame itself. She found it when her heart was still raw from trying, and men were hollow bells, rung too many times. So she tended it, whispered to it, sang into its bark with a voice no...

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I wasn’t born on the Virgin Islands No books prophesized my coming No shiny stars above the hospital bed Only handmaidens welcomed me in Most likely with awe struck expressions Slap some air into that baby me, please Make me scream, make me cry out loud What have I gotten myself into Mom says tears...

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Who am I, anyway? I wear the mask of many faces. I speak, read, and understand— sometimes with words, sometimes telepathy. My voice changes with my face. I just need a witness. Attuned to me, I become every language you know, but I do not know the geography of my own soul. I dare not look at my face. It is a drama mask— sometimes surgical,...

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Contest : Prior to Intent Sponsor : Unseeking Seeker 29.7.25 _________________ IN THE BEGINNING intentions set luminescent spiralling quarks already written as codes at birthing of Soul from Divine Mind intricate patterns of His-Her inconceivable eternal infinite Plans tracings of filigree Love dormantly waiting for its Time to flower then fade so Soul descends carrying its precious curriculum safely packaged spiritual missions into Heartspace many slumbering...

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I dreamed a song — hush tones and haunted chords. A woman loved once, and it grew into a tree. She watered it with years, fed it her voice, slept beneath it, called the silence love. And in the final verse, she hung herself in its...

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She Does Not Chase Light She does not chase light. She is the myth the men forgot to write. The goddess of the long, slow burn — hips like prophecy, voice like a key dropped in honey. She doesn’t beg for warmth. She remembers the fire. She is not the muse. She is...

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Women — we are the fault lines of the world. Every shudder, every quake, every heartbreak — we hold it. We turn pain into knowing. We carry weight like it’s woven into us. We feel everything, everywhere, eternally. We are tuning forks for feeling, diviners of grief, antennae tuned to ache — drawn to the buried, the overlooked, the lost loves still pulsing under skin. We are sacred dowsing rods. We find water...

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