Adventure Free Verse Poems

A dark cloud forms as tears fill her eyes, spilling into a stream that runs down her face. She bites her lip to quiet the...

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Life, as I’ve come to know it
Is trial wrapped in unexpected moments
A dance of hope, missteps, and loss
Like betting all blindly in business.

Each soul must...

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Buoyed up by the syntheses of the past,
idyllic murals of green hills open paths
to a healing truth.

What say the brown camels of Casablanca
to assassins nursing...

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A person’s actual name Victory
Surrounding story
Struggles after another
Each situation different from the other
Going from one chapter onward
Defeat moments felt a violent Thunderstorm
It seemed like a...

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By Michael Parker

At the end of the street lies the sky
dressed in the purple magician's robe
of eventide and the winter storm.

Tonight, she sculpts stairs of...

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Today I declared war
on my own laziness—
no more delivery apps,
no more surrender.

I would conquer pasta.

First victory:
water bubbling on the stove.
Time to add salt—
but my hand...

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In a rather egotistical
and pathetic attempt
to immortalize myself,
in something I lost,
everything.

And now that I’ve burned
all of my bridges and I’m drowning,
the only thing I have...

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At 
the bottom 
of every corner store 
and coffee shop mug, 

there is a collection of 
teardrops and coffee-stains.

Waiting 
to be gathered 
so they can...

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like a breath of fresh air...

and all things considered,
broadcast on national public radio
Frequency: 90.9WHYY-FM,
I (a liberal democrat)
counted myself as an avid fan
particularly listening to
the prairie...

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I gorge on black ink shadows
and gulp down silver moon beams
delectable, saporous
by the streetlamp marinade
me hallucinating art
on a diet of glow world 
hue imbued hungry...

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Time has a way that breaks you down
As we age we fall victim to its plague
Can't out run it can't escape it
It comes and comes
Sneaks...

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Cosy lights and small toy cars. 
Chasing baddies under the bed clothes by torchlight for the moon and the stars.
Creating people and places and crimes.
Creating...

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We married not beneath a sky,
But in the belly of the Earth —
The Mponeng mine, where shadows cry,
And gold remembers sorrow’s birth.

No roses bloomed, no...

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Seating

***Changing The Subject.***

You Know, The 
Front Row Has
All Those: EXPECTATIONS!

(And The Back Row Even Morre (Moiré.))

But In The Middle
You Just Fiddle-Faddle
‘Til You Bust It!
Out The...

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