Free verse Poems

Popular Free verse Poems

A Pleasant Surprise

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Warm winds came when the least expected,
With the buttery sun and crimson blooms.
A natural surprise, a turn for the better,
For fast rules need at times to be broken!
And the windows opened to rich sunshine,
As in came spring early, in days of wine.

Brick-Wall

by Lokenath Roy

Cascades of love,
I kept putting bricks around
how long shall I surround?
Whatever was left;
of it all—
I stood with ballistas' protruding
upon stinking patches of blood-mud;
the gates to my paradise
banished forever.

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Dressed to Chill

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

A huge yellow moon is glimmering, and a chill wind's in ghostly trees.
This night was made for magic, so we'll get dressed in our very best!
Sable black lipstick for me, and a smoky gray for my brooding eyes,
And lovely rosy red makeup for you, crowned by a silky, orange wig.
The obsidian night is still very young, and we will be gone for hours,
Like juicy fruit patiently ripening, in locations of sunshine and green.
My sleek, midnight black dress, and matching pointy hat, will be a hit,
And your red nose and bright polka dots, will be the height of fashion!
Crows are cawing, the cats are screeching, and bats are flying north-
The luxurious party is waiting, and will be filled with the best dressed.

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In The Darkness

by Marcus Malkowicz

As I lay in the darkness
Wide awake
Trapped in my thinking
As I feel unwanted

Selfish thinking I know
Desiring the embrace
Though what I lack
The pain it brings

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Altar

by Marilyn Chin

Why cry over dried flowers?
They're meant to be straw.
Why cry over miniature roses?
They're meant to be small.

Why cry over Buddha's hand citron?
Why cry over the hidden flower?
Why cry over Mother's burnt forehead?
Her votive deathglow, her finest hour.

Recent Free verse Poems

Memories of a While Back

by Mai ✿

O memories of long ago
I never thought I'd miss you
I still remember those times
Never thought they'd be the best of times
Oh, how I long for those days
Hard as they were, painful even
They are the loveliest, nonetheless
Younger me would've been perplexed
If she knew I want those days back!
But perhaps that's how life is

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A Dreamy Night

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Black onyx night, of the pearlescent moon,
diamond dew kissed, musk rose red.
Deep purple and white passion!
Phantoms dance in lilac dreams;
around the corner of blooms,
with memories of sunshine.
Comparing lovely costumes,
in fields, beds and flowerpots,
just steps away from moonlight.
A polka dot rainbow flared.

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"the process of removing toxic substances"

by Soulayma A.

Why do I write?
.
Is that because writing is the act of being alive as Ryad said?
Even when I cannot breathe, I can write what suffocates me before my heart stops beating. I would point to the sun and make my last poem out of rays instead of words.

Is it because I’m still not healed yet?
But how much does it take? Three years of medication, 3 thousand words per month, 3 colors of dying, 6 new haircuts. I’ll break the record if I kept changing, I’ll break the record but I will not be healed.

Is it because, I write cuz I can do nothing about my rage, the rage that I don’t even recognize?
Writing is my "detoxification", but what if I was made of poison? When will I be healed?

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Brick-Wall

by Lokenath Roy

Life´s destiny

by Mario Odekerken

In the stillness of dawn,
dreams awaken,
whispers of purpose,
carry on the breeze.

Each heartbeat,a reminder
of the fragile thread,
that weaves us together,
a tapestry of moments.

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