Short Free Form Poems
Short Free Form Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Free Form by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Free Form by length and keyword.
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.
Form:
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
I was shaken and shaking.
Meeting your eyes, for a second.
But it could have been a million years.
The space that moment holds in my head
could have been used to build the pyramids.
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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!
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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
Form:
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
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
Listen to poem:
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.