Space Free Verse Poems

Talk and Walk

“In the forest. You love ancient life,” said Satan.
“Magnetized. Yes, magnetized,“ I answered.
“Sure. You are magnetized by old life,” said Satan.

“So good to...

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In the deluge of the surging river of life
Flooding me with devastating agony
I feel my senses sink deep within 
With the debris of somber spirit.

As...

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Jimmy put the mighty back in Blighty

Our sniper....viper and pied piper

Didn't want to budge

Depravity of sporting gravity

But given the nudge

So off he did trudge


The king...

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I just hope time doesn’t hate me too, doesn’t judge me for the moments wasted,
I never meant to waste the seconds, to let them slip...

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A writer's challenge
Is like any artist's…

A many sided coin flipped.

Feel, see, hear, dream
Sweats tasted, presenting pasts 

Saw, felt, heard, and dreamt
Bringing future in to bear.

Not...

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The clock ticks, a hollow sound,
 time that refuses to heal.
Dust motes dance in the slanted light,
each a tiny, forgotten sorrow.
The news whispers of old...

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Walking in the Woods

Walking in the woods is an incredible time
Always. Just missing the time. All the time
All the time. Every time. Missing life is...

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I look at my life like it doesn’t belong,
Like I’m just a thief in a story gone wrong.
These hands hold too much, these gifts feel...

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Sometimes I feel like a shadow at noon,
Too loud in the silence, too sharp in the room.
Like if I just vanished, a ghost on the...

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I just hope time doesn't hate me too,
I never meant to waste it, I swear I didn't,
I was just tired, tired of carrying silence like...

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A small rock detached itself from a distant planet,
And through a NEBULA of pure darkness
Burned its way across the blackness of outer space
Rushed its way...

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Star Studded Night


Myriad stars like tiny jewels greet me
as I set up my telescope
a new moon was the current
Lunar cycle, no light to interfere
Ophiuchus the...

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Pages turn, as new cycles start,
Agree with our Maker, hear His heart.
In our daily solitary space,
Step beyond and hear the sound of the race.

See anew,...

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This poem is featured in Dr. Ivan Edwards' upcoming anthology, Resonance of the Soul: Flowers and Harmonics, published by IEME LLC. The book will be...

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Out here,
where time forgets its name
and distance wears no shoes,
a single atom dreams
of being seen.

A nebula breathes in slow creation—
a phosphorous wound
stitched by light,
spilling stars...

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