Freeverse Poems
glassy eyes and salty rain
by Bianca Gibson-Brown
That thundering afternoon,
I reached for you,
Glassy eyes and salty rain.
Time was running out,
But still you pushed away,
Why couldn’t you understand?
Your eyes brush over me,
My trembling, heaving breathes mixed in the roar of the wind,
......
Au Revoir, Madame Mellifera
by Jake Wills
This morning, a honeybee caught my eye,
tracing a frantic path up and down
the café’s considerable glass door,
desperate for escape, her movements
painting urgency in every flutter.
What had lured her to this bustling bistro
in the first place, I wondered?
Perhaps the scent of honey, sugar,
or the inviting warmth of the lights inside?
......
A poem about falling in love
by Teseana Teseana
Falling in love quickly and then falling out of love just as quickly.
Spending every day together but never being close.
Being partners in crime, but secretly not wanting to break the law.
Making a deal to be together, the same deal tearing us apart.
Butterflies in my stomach that I have to ignore because of the voices inside your head
hating myself and loving you more than you can love me.
Never saying hello so we don’t have to say goodbye.
How do you think of me when this is what I think of you? Goodbye, I loved you and I still do.
A poem about falling in love
by Teseana Teseana
Falling in love quickly and then falling out of love just as quickly.
Spending every day together but never being close.
Being partners in crime, but secretly not wanting to break the law.
Making a deal to be together, the same deal tearing us apart.
Butterflies in my stomach that I have to ignore because of the voices inside your head
hating myself and loving you more than you can love me.
Never saying hello so we don’t have to say goodbye.
How do you think of me when this is what I think of you? Goodbye, I loved you and I still do.
Au Revoir, Madame Mellifera
by Jake Wills
This morning, a honeybee caught my eye,
tracing a frantic path up and down
the café’s considerable glass door,
desperate for escape, her movements
painting urgency in every flutter.
What had lured her to this bustling bistro
in the first place, I wondered?
Perhaps the scent of honey, sugar,
or the inviting warmth of the lights inside?
......
glassy eyes and salty rain
by Bianca Gibson-Brown
That thundering afternoon,
I reached for you,
Glassy eyes and salty rain.
Time was running out,
But still you pushed away,
Why couldn’t you understand?
Your eyes brush over me,
My trembling, heaving breathes mixed in the roar of the wind,
......
