Water Free Verse Poems

I wake to the desert, talking to the wind;
its voice is dry and muffled.
Sand cuts my skin as I walk;
nowhere feels like a place I...

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Love is now a game of knives.
She arrives in silk—smiling sweet—
But what lies behind that smile?
A mirror or deceit?

She loves with terms.
You, with blood.
Her heart...

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The Boy They Called a Lunatic

By Blossom Monyei

I was just a kid, about 12 years old,
when Joseph Nyumah Boakai’s wife asked my landlord to send...

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Whispers swirl in tides of haze
Where the sun fractures time
A molten gold drip cascades
Melting the edges of dreams

Sand writes stories beneath bare feet
Footprints fade like...

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Noon simmers a chamomile lavender
Like the summer rain that resembles diamond tears
The tea pot serenades my senses with aroma rays of hope 
My favorite mug...

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A runner plagued 
by endless thirst,
tried all manner of things 
to end the curse. 
A camel bag or bottle 
slowed his pace.
His yen for simple,...

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The natives have
(since the seventh month peeped
through the lean crescent eye of the moon)
worn cloaks of festivities.

They dance the rites,
squelching proudly in mud and green...

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Insomnia 

By Evelyn Aimarie 

Sleep eludes me
A winding serpent 
Iridescent and alluring 
In murky water.
I grasp for her but her crow feather sheen black
Scales glide...

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Death is the last enemy that God fought on the cross
His creation for mankind was immortal
Oh, one deception hampered God’s created world
Death is inevitable, but...

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Battle scarred but unbroken

I was captive in a silent war.
My body, the battlefield.
A quiet siege waged beneath my skin,
where cells divided 
and uncertainty grew.

This body,...

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Everyone hates my poetry

Because it doesn’t wear makeup.

Because it stares too long,

or not long enough.

Because it mentions the body

like a room that remembers

every man who...

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when the arms weave white nights,

caressing your eyelids,

only dreams know how to come out dry from the rain,

like butterflies,

spreading their wings to stop the drops,

and...

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My Poem of 2010 on Poetry Soup  "Wake up O Inhabitants of this Earth 1"
was a warning for the world leaders  to stop...

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Jack 155	10 Mar 2025

I met my younger self today

He insisted it was at the pub

He needed to be comfy and had much to say

I declined...

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At three years old,
she slides down the playground chute
again and again—
screaming joy like a law of nature,
not knowing her thrill
relies on two surfaces
refusing to agree.

I...

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