Rhymeless Poems - Poems about Rhymeless

...Invisibly tortured courtesy existential nihilism Psyche wracked with agony impossible mission to extricate lovely bones they wanna remain permanently abed. I chiefly function to amass knowled......Read the rest...

...I dread the United States presidential 2024 outcome... Whereby yours truly presages and doth abhor nothing short of an imminent civil war dwarfing insurrection on January 6, 2021 oddly enough e......Read the rest...

... " Pardon me, if my soul has been p a i n t e d , with a lavender lake of solemnity, but, I'll f o r e v e r be a soulful siren, navigating midst neon s e a f o a m s , a......Read the rest...

... Dear grandma, you were my litchi s u n r i s e, encasing stars in honeydew of h e a l i n g, as d a w n s used to wake up from deep s l u m b e r with sil......Read the rest...

..."Monet's paintings are best seen from afar than close up," ... by Poet. Faraway the figment, like Monet the pigment, the brother so gallant, how he flaunts his talent, he paints at a......Read the rest...

... An alchemical raven's gray rhapsody awakens those cynical roses who Breathe-in the ebony beams of blood-bathed sun, exhaling Cacophonies that ricochet across these truthful......Read the rest...

...Living in a realm where the air seems to be still as stone, invisible, like a ghost of a rose, translucent and frozen in time of ruthless seconds. My heart still keeps pacing to ......Read the rest...

...(This time I've quoted my own poem titles. Everything in quotes is a title.) "Dear reader," again, this monolog persists. We're no longer "sparring" with figurative fists. "The blood of an E......Read the rest...

...The band was loud, but in the other room and the bar was jammed. He set his drink down a little too hard and it over-sloshed a bit. “Run away with me,” he said, spreading his arms wide, “I’m done......Read the rest...

...Sensing and yearning allure of daydreams My musings amble in meadows of themes, Sometimes wowing ebullience of dawning, Sometimes luxuriating in moonlit evening Gazing lambent skies of stellar tw......Read the rest...

...The universe is all abloom with seasons, diamonds left in wakes of stars (1) (whose flowers linger) viewed through lenses binding star’s birth to its death, its ghost, perhaps, not there at all for......Read the rest...

...It's unimaginable How long I've nurtured the wish To have you sit with me And share a close connection To have the feeling that I'm yours And you're mine Even when you've not said so yet ......Read the rest...

...I cannot call myself a poet, for my pen is not able to write about any other ocean than your eyes. If I combine the scent Of orange leaves with the touch of your hands, I can create the most deligh......Read the rest...

...(Otherwise titled poetic gobbledygook trot - oven chilly cooked confusion eliciting faint thanks a lot unbeknownst this tasteless, senseless, rhymeless... lettered Rorschach test tease I jot ......Read the rest...

...A play ends just, a wretched play, that I’m no more. And you yourself, with vex, dismay, that I’m no more? Bleeding grass, burning air, woods ashen, and you weeping, It’s a bit too convenient, n......Read the rest...