Free Verse Write Poems

So far away but my heart you shine through.
Stronger, swifter, and wiser, I am better just because of you. 
As the past reigned with the...

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I bowed for the story line.
Hunched over in suspense,
I hung-out for the punch line.
The twists of plot
lured me to the edge.
I could see the lede
lying...

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   My tears and ink mingle as one,
        I write sadness from my grief and heart;
...

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The last poem I'll ever write before I burn this whole system down

And if this gets me killed so be it
I'll burn down the world...

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I write my illusions, not out of cowardice, but from that stubborn mercy
I owe to my own spirit that withers under the weight of time,
reality,...

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When I take off as a raven,
the branch wobbles
my dark figure melts into the night.
No pack, no company
aside from the starlights—
they were once
alive, but now...

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As my words "cascade" off my tongue,
onto the "myriad" of blank pages.
Each letter will slowly "slither,"
slither into a "serpentine" of sentences.
As I stop to read,
will...

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After the wife made a suggestion about what to write about...

I decided to title my piece
a concatenation of a few different notions
incorporating fictional romance
alluding to...

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Sometimes I wonder,
if I’m wasting my seconds
trying to prove love
lasts longer 
when you drown it with gin.

Her ghost circles back—
again, again—
the Poppy wears 
a saccharine,...

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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...

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I am not sure how this came to pass,
for now, my life's blood is a poem written
on a ever moving cloud.

I have lived, roamed and...

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i come to mobilize my thoughts

with pen in hand
i wait for inspiration
and it seldoms disappoints

it's time well spent
i leave renewed
and happy at my core



AP: 2nd...

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Words activate something in me
even if I’m just thinking, not writing.
So I soon find myself back at the keyboard.
It seems that my life’s been a...

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For velvet vanity and silver sanity
I write to unite mind and heart on sleeve
To free myself while imprisoning God in me
I write to escape at...

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Playing with words is like playing with Play-Doh for the first time,
mixing colors
messing with structures,
feeling it's designs between your fingers.
All five of them.
And then delicately...

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