Haiku Free Verse Poems

CATERPILLAR'S* JOURNEY
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a caterpillar, 
clad in emerald armor,
pauses at the fence—
a splintered barrier,
a threshold of dreams.

It inches forward,
a tiny architect of hope,
navigating the spaces
between the known...

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SUNDAY MORNING DRIVE*
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Sunday morning drive~
     no maps, no rush, 
          just the...

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MOON OVER THE MOUNTAIN*
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The moon ascends, a silver coin tossed into the well of sky. 
Its glow spills over jagged peaks, 
softening their rugged edges.

I...

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"Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see 
dressed in a fantastical dress with  two dappled wings of lace,     
she shone...

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Let’s not make a scene—
not in front of the metaphor-curious.
We owe them a semblance
of shared syllabic stability.

You take Tuesdays,
I’ll keep weekends and the enjambments.
Let’s split...

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the poet’s heart full of fire
and a clock that won’t slow down
a newfound passion
born out of grief
let’s make poetry magic together

beginner’s learning curve
patience is a...

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I’m afraid of the wrong tune, 
I’m afraid I’m too long for this. 
I’m afraid I’m wrong for you, 
My eyes must seem defeated. 

My...

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If to be a sonnet is to be vain, then to be a sonnet is to be a friend. 

If to be a limerick is...

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The sun has taken a day off, 
sleeping in blankets of silver 
while the Earth dances a slow pirouette, 
like the venerable ballerina she is,...

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And who would find fault
with the perfect way
she clearly hid herself
in plain panavision view...
Not a hair out of place.
The small shield held up
at just the...

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He lived in room 757
just like a haiku
thats what he said to me
just like a haiku
eesh

There’s a reason I avoid this part of town

if not...

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He enters looking bedraggled, tired and worn out, his skin like Vellum, blank and pale. Lifting his eyes to catch their gaze he gives a...

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The last embers of a sunset
sink below a dark horizon
almost mirroring a Rothko
painting in its somber
and weighted tones.
A sadness has found
a place to settle 
for...

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My special poet,
has the recipe written down.
Ink and words will flow,
flow like fast moving lava.
Whether a Rhyme or Limerick,
maybe a free verse or a short...

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Dear all, because this beat's for the dreamers,
The rhyme-slingers, metaphor-bringers, and meaning-seekers.
We're the Friends of Inkwell, a tribe of our own,
Where every voice matters, every...

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