Short Free Form Poems

Ivy climbs the wall
Spreading fingers here and there
Forming leafy art...

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You live your life in a free form flyer....
A journey back through these tides be time ?
His clock upon the wall; much clearer this view, today....

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No noise,silence,
the beating of my  heart,
alone,with my thoughts;
Without,I see the breeze,
soundless,active,alive,
slowly I awake,arise

to another day...

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A demi sonnet

No noise,silence,
the beating of my  heart,
alone,with my thoughts;
Without,I see the breeze,
soundless,active,alive,
slowly I awake,arise

to another day


a free form half sonnet...

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O wintery flake, you’ve not kept me warm.
Your passion promised to never alarm.

         Outside, I’m not sold.
         My briefs rather cold.

In my frozen breast, swaths of ice free-form.

1/30/2018...

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I reminisce, I miss
the way we used to kiss;
but now she's turned to ice.
Ah well it was so nice...

*this form is rhyme - as the rules said it was free form (any form accepted), but the site will only permit free verse...

written 1st April for James' I reminisce contest...

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Our table is small in size;
The plates and serving bowls
Barely
Fit
Between  the      cups  and    elbows.
We stuff ourselves around the table,
Too many chairs, too many arms, too many feet
CrowdingAroundTheNapkinsAndForksAndKnives.
Our table is small
But there is always   r  o  o  m
For love....

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Meet mood mime
Cheer crafts chimes


Mull mind met
Joy juice jets


Face free form
Niche nice norms


Prize prime plot
List loud lots


Big blog buoys
Treat trick toy


Work word will
Freeze frame fill

Mime moves meek
Still sounds speak




Leon Enriquez
29 November 2017
Singapore...

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red hot background

        black white flinging

                dancers cha-cha-chá






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2/7/2020
Ekphrasis tribute to Jackson Pollock’s “Free Form”  in the triadic line form

February 7, 2020
REFLECTiONS an ekphrasis triadic line
Brian Strand, sponsor

October 24, 2020
EoW (7) Art
Brian Strand, sponsor...

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Listen to poem:

I feel sorry for the plants
stuck in a glass bowl garden,
just as I'm sad to see a goldfish
locked up in a bowl, jailed.
For vivarium is just an aquarium
a pen for living things locked up,
encapsulated, emaciated, ghastly devastated.
The beauty lies in the empty bowl of glass
please set it free!
Just listen to Dale Chihuly!...

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Forge fate
Glimpse gate


Time tells
Words well


Plot pun
Free fun


Wise wit
Bright bits


Love lives
Grace gives


New norms
Free form


Thrill trance
Deep dance


Spell strange
Rich range


Cheer comes
Spread sums


Calm cheer
Niche near


Grand good
Meek moods




Leon Enriquez
10 September 2016
Singapore...

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on the verge of love,
mutual discovery unveiled
in their secret world;
lips to lips ,sealed,
hearts in passion pound
ardour's whispers sound;
need unchains desire,
pleasure's fever fans a fire,
each flame thrusting higher;
in duet's crescendo choir
realisation exceeds hope,
promise, with trust elope;

enchantment metamorphose
as love,sublime,grows...

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guitar in your arms
taken to heart
troubadour tempest of free form poetics
playing your part

talk in your sleep
dreams come untrue
mastering mystery-charm for the masses
acting on cue

mistrust in your eyes
callers on hold
awaiting without a clue at the reason
centuries old

guitar in your arms
turn and depart
maverick songs in the voice of a martyr
playing your part...

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Craft choice
Prime poise


Brave boom
Zest zooms


Be brief
Ground grief


Rich reach
Err each


Test taste
Hurl haste


Calm cheer
Signs seer


Love looks
Bright books


Daze dreams
Swift streams


Prize peaks
Sweet streaks


Live light
Blaze bright


Free form
Nice norm


Clear craze
Mind maze




Leon Enriquez
15 November 2016
Singapore...

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o youth,where did you go
those yesterdays,still glow
pure white,as virgin snow

whose face is this I see,
is this really me;
where,where did youth flee

inside,still seems bran new
my youthful outlook,stays
albeit,passing days

a future lies ahead
beyond the grave,He said
the narrow path,to tread

in a resurrected body,new
for what I did for you 


quatorzain-free form sonnet...

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Nocturnal jazz played on 
your body, improvising, 
light touches and tastings; 
blue moans, soft and 
seductive with muted 
tones of desire. 

Swing rhythm unites two; 
blowing red passions, 
hot be-bop dances, and
free form movements 
that improvise fantasies 
with their own beats. 

Midnight songs of 
ardor released in the 
oncoming dawn; 
the concert is over 
and the players 
now sleep, together....

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I wish I had

I wish everyday I could do it
I wish that I could make it work out
I wish I was not terrified to have it
I wish I had the devotion to obtain it
I wish I believed I could be happy to have it
I wish that I thought I deserved it
I wish I was strong enough to wish for it
I wish that you would just let me have it
I wish for days that it would come true
I wish that I could wish my wish to come true
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She's enigmatic jazz
Duke's "Sophisticated Lady"
An original, unrepeatable moment
Ella's scat
spontaneous, extemporaneous
Melodic variation
Rhythm like a pulse
Miles' s dissonant resolution
Ornette's free-form come to life
A nuanced persona
informed by her own harmonic base
Billie's smoky ode to Miss Otis sans regrets
Like Bird when he drenched his sax with sweat
as he set the air aflame
Like aural combustion between us
too hot to be ever put out...

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a modern free form writer ee cummings
often his poems written in lower case with words rambling 
a poet, painter, author, speaker-  this was his life
beautiful is "i carry your heart " that he wrote for his wife

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January 29, 2022


Poetry/Clerihew/Cummings
Copywrite Protected, ID 01-1426-411-29
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France


Written for the Standard contest, A Strand (1062)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/31/2022...

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A calling to arms but with words do I fight
thoughts doing battle each sleepless night
A blessing to some, but to me just a curse
Bleeding my soul in unscripted verse

The muse does her calling
there's no matter of time
to the masses I'm speaking
in free form or rhyme

The letters they drip from an unstable brain
they may look like happy but they're purely insane

The twists and the turns, 
the wheels always churn
so lend me your lighter
let's watch them burn...

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To float on the sea 
is a delight for me.
To be rocked by waves that
urges, surges and mummers
a welcome aboard from the sea,
is giddy gosh, gleeful to me.
The prods, prompts, jostles and
pulses of the waves that caress
my body or vessel's hull
is like masseur's touch -
comforting, warming, healing and relieving me.
For water is the matrix, mater
and milieu that comforts me
in its arms, supporting me
to float so effortlessly, 
gracefully, weightlessly
in free-form bliss....

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