Free verse Poems
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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Fading Colors
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Rain pours against the windowpane,
As all the world has gone gray,
With dark skies all the noontide,
And foul weather keeps us inside.
Like vivid autumn leaves fallen,
Once exotic dancers on the wind,
Soon dead and buried in snowdrifts,
In keeping with the rule of the
Seasons, one dance in golden sun!
Like the afternoons daily dying,
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Woman in Chains
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
She lately hears lyric nightingale at the sole window,
And through its bars witnesses a melancholy moon,
And her heart longs for the freedom of velvety flight,
But lessons she now knows weren't learned too soon!
An innocent victim of childhood abuse and ensuing rage,
In the days of sugar plum fairies and make believe,
A streetwise teenage runaway, who soon lost her way,
After making an unwise choice of whom she would love!
During lights out she makes plans and begins to reminisce,
Knowing in her young heart, it won't always be like this,
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The Sun Rose Very Rose
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Nighttime ebony hues, turned to lovely shades of rose,
And a creamy moon yet shone, about to make its escape.
The song of praise commenced from the emerald treetops,
And other stirrings began the summer's day happenings.
I had awakened by and by, to dreamy roses in the sky!
I was pleased that day, a golden sun was coming my way,
With beauty in its wake, in charmed customary fashion.
The roses from my garden, sat fragrantly in the vase,
Waiting in silent patience, for deep admiration to go by.
A wonderful beginning to an exceedingly promising day,
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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.
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.
......
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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Rising In Love 2
by Falling Awake
Waves seep over sand,
The Sun crests,
We’re hand in hand.
Daybreak’s unfolding,
To a shared beholding,
Our minds are molding…
I can feel us growing–together.
We converge concurrently,
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Rising In Love
by Falling Awake
Waves seep over sand,
The Sun crests,
We’re hand in hand.
Daybreak’s unfolding,
To a shared beholding,
Our minds are molding…
I can feel us growing–together.
We converge concurrently,
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PTSD v.2
by Falling Awake
Four years elapsed,
Since the world collapsed,
And I still can’t delete it,
Delete it from my head.
The concrete impaction,
One solitary action,
From able to chained,
Chained to his deathbed.
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Eliza Connolly (1 poem about Free verse)
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