Rhyme Free Verse Poems

You joined the Navy.
I joined the circus. 
I was always a clown, 
and you were always 
so serious.
...

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In the silence of the night, words flow like a river of deep longing,
She said it's just a poem, left on the windowsill to tremble...

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ADRIFT AT SEA*
sea-worn bottle, 
bobs on a digital tide.
inside, not paper brittle with salt,
but luminous lines of light,
coded in metaphors and rhyme.

message tossed
into the sea.
unknown...

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they told me
it had to rhyme
it had to mean something—
something big—
like death, or love,
or the smell of gasoline in a motel parking lot.

so I just...

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Every morning I open my soul like an old book,
where verses stretch wings of light over sleeping dreams,
poetry is a spell that turns my thoughts...

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For once in my life,
I want to be a poem,
Written with many metaphors,
By a poet with a heart that flows
Flowers of romanticism like the rivers
That...

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The Gilded Age by Mark Twain in his 1873 novel /The Gilded Age: A Tale of Today, which satirized the era's materialism and political corruption...

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So little time— 
Yet so much left undone! 
On the pages of life still remain 
Sketches of dreams left to run.

So many promises lost in...

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So little time— 
Yet so much left undone! 
On the pages of life still remain 
Sketches of dreams left to run.

So many promises lost in...

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I’m bound to a bowl of rusted paint.
		Why don’t they relate to my disabled state?
		Is it the way I row the boat?
		Or is it the...

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Your back, a shoreline my breath returns to,
warm as tidewater held past midnight.
I trace the hush between your shoulder blades —
a silence taught to speak...

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After "the ritual" by Olivia Gatwood

everything about this song is red,
your wallet is brown,
the brown a burgundy
and the burgundy’s chalice
has gold to dazzle
rubies, carnelian, sard
precious,...

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I sit and ponder, allow my mind to wander
And wonder about what I ponder
Then put pen to paper, begin to scratch and scribble
Hoping endless hoping...

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The crescent ~ half awake,
yet wholly aware,
like the essence of my presence ~
drowsy and divine ~
glowing in golden hues
is the mentor leading
me through scented silence.

I...

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My heart you have captured, 
Now prepare for the rapture, 
The second coming is at hand. 
All the signs are there, 
This is not meant...

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