Star Free Verse Poems

It wasn't the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could live with,
A canvas woven from moonbeams and delicate shadows on the water's face.
They were...

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 In the manicured meadow 
of woeful weeds,
where hope sprouts amidst
forlorn fragrance of frozen seeds,
I dance to the hypnotic breeze,
hanging on saintly strings with
cosmic eyes,...

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I wish I had a remote to control my thoughts 
It would be great to change the volume, mute or source
If only I could change...

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In times to come, heavy as steel that freezes stories yet untold,
The sky wraps itself in ash of thoughts yearning to be confined.
Silent streets converge...

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In the pocket of the evening, language floats – a cosmic virus,
Its seeds unknown, brought on the wings of silent comets.
It clings to people as...

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Gaze into the battling fire - a whisper in savage red,
And into the clouds that travel at the blind and cyclic wind's behest.
When the murmur...

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Your onyx hair curled and cascaded wild, 
some swirled in the stream of craving squall, 
some laced the lilting lattice of lust 
on your forehead...

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Under the tattered cloak of the past night,
I awoke as a traveler in the shadow of a compassless vessel,
Navigating the black river of an unknown...

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In the silent kingdom of lost seasons, where shadows measure the silence,
A day will dawn when you let the burdens of confession fall like leaves,
An...

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At the crossroads of years, where stones whisper for centuries,
Inside unfolds the mystical drama of the self seeking light,
Through mazes of thoughts like leaves rolling...

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In the hidden realm, seeker of mysteries,
Where do you float, my boundless Origin?
Like a falling star, you bestowed upon me
A fragment of your essence, to...

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Listen to how silence sings in the crypt of the forgotten soul,
Each echo, a devotion at the unseen altars of solitude.
We, travelers in an indecipherable...

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We press on, bound to yesterday, dragging chains through time’s tight whirlwind,
The prisoner is not the one who has erred, but the one haunted by...

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Written: May 05, 2024

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Oh you know the type—
the orchid woman

a cosmopolitan who cosmo sips
between snips of gist
her charisma a starship —collides
with your star-full eyes
supernova for Casanova
her pouty lips...

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