Freeverse Poems - Poems about Freeverse

she does not walk— she ignites. in the dark cathedral of ash and echoes, she spins, a silhouette carved from the mouth of a flame, hips swaying like the last breath of a phoenix. her dress— not cloth, but the wind of burning wings, each thread crackling with a story that refused to be extinguished. arms flung skyward— not surrender, but invocation. the fire does not consume her. it...

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i never wanted to be a god— just someone you cried in front of. that was enough divinity for me. your grief tasted like pomegranate seeds, sweet and bitter and buried in the soft ruin of you. i held your sobs in my palms like something holy. like juice from a fruit i didn’t deserve. i didn’t cause your sadness. but i didn’t stop it either. sometimes, i...

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last night, i kissed the wine glass until it cracked from want. i wanted red—not wine. not again. the walls talked in their usual static, soft-lipped murmurs, muffled as a hand over a mouth. i pressed my cheek to the faucet and heard my mother crying through the pipes— or maybe it was me, thirteen years ago, learning how to disappear without moving. there’s a spoon in the bathtub. bent. like my will on sundays. i...

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i text dead people for advice. not because they answer— they don’t— but because they never interrupt. i tell my grandfather about the boy who left mid-winter and how my ribcage still clicks shut like a locket when someone new gets close. he was buried in silk, but i like to imagine he’d wear combat boots now and tell me to run before love swallowed me whole. i ask...

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it did not knock. it poured through the cracks— in dreams, in fever, in the silence between my inhale and forgetting. i didn’t summon it. didn’t pray. didn’t kneel beside any sacred thing. but something sacred knelt inside me. without warning. without language. without mercy. it came wrapped in ash and static. my ears rang for three days. my limbs forgot gravity. my mouth opened and nothing human came out. i thought it...

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Spirit didn’t knock. It entered through the back door— a sliver of wind in my kitchen, on a Tuesday so ordinary I thought the sacred had forgotten me. The sky was the color of old bruises, and my hands were inside a basin of water that had cooled too quickly. The air held nothing. And then it held everything. No angel descended. No flame spoke. Just a...

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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, semi-precious, the same- all the same, feel the same when you hold the cup to livid lips and send them on their merry way bumping into the ugly ridges of a throat lodged with stingy...

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Why I Write He asks why I write And I say I must Because the words, you see Flow as easy as blood in my veins The pen as natural as the air I breathe Without it, I explain The maze of my mind couldn't handle it He asks how I write And I say that my method cannot be taught For my...

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I love you Sounds like candy When it rolls off your tongue So sweet It's bound to fill my mouth With cavities I imagine you talking to me I go word by word Visualizing the eye contact Dreaming of the way Your voice sounds I listen to your audio messages Basking in the bliss Smiling like the first time I heard them Euphoric in the way I can hear your...

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Machine gun heart riddled with shades of grey. A mind once sharpened by your own forked tongue. Lovers' lips part with rumbles of a cannon. Dew licked satin sheets - the highway to carnal desire. Silhouettes of freshly washed skin dance in the night. Passion rising like the souls of the departed. Where do you sleep after your thirst is quenched? Where...

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Poetry A whisper to a scribble The pen scratches against the blank page an odd and rhythmical pattern Imprinted into one's soul Leaving an odd sense of peace or turmoil Lingering with a yearn A yearn for something unattainable Something supernatural Words standing tall Reaching and stretching- searching Desperately trying to Obtain the unobtainable Failing time and time again Only leaving an echo of the words spoken Or the emptiness...

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You are my woman I want to love you like you never been loved before With depth that reaches beyond the shallow shore Into the vast ocean where hearts truly soar I'll cherish your strength, your fire, your grace Not as possession but as gift beyond measure In your complexities I find endless treasure A universe to explore at our own pace When...

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Why can't you just help me In my time of need You would always go to her And give her a hand Many A time I cried much too often The thoughts of you Too painful to bear But He is so kind to me His smile reaching the depths of my heart Unlike you could I smile back now. My laughter bubbles up as He guides me...

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Sitting on the lip of my bathtub, hunched over the edge, dripping and draped in terry cloth I cry out, "Oh God". I pray. More sincerely than I have since I lost my faith. I am certain someone is listening. I am certain of this because I need...

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Yo Yo mommy, the night's alive, With music and laughter, we thrive, Hey mommy, get down, let’s dance, In the rhythm of the moment, take a chance. With lights that twinkle, a vibrant glow, In a world of colors, let our spirits flow, Yo Yo mommy, don’t hold back, Feel the pulse of love, let’s keep on track. The beat beckons us, so...

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