Free Verse

Tarnished Halo
I harmed what might not heal. The wound remains wide open. Blood behaves as usual. Nothing grows here. Not yet.
By Tina D. Lopez8 days ago in Poets
Bottling Up Time
It would be wonderful - to bottle up precious moments. To let them out when our hearts desire, to be able to hold everything dear to us
By Rasma Raisters8 days ago in Poets
Not A Love Story, Yet
I haven’t met him yet. No hand reaching for mine. No I can’t wait to see you lighting up my phone. This is not a love story—
By Tina D. Lopez8 days ago in Poets
Paddington Visits Wales
Paddington Visits Wales Paddington stepped down from the train at Cardiff in the rain, His little red hat tilted bravely against the wind,
By Marie381Uk 8 days ago in Poets
The Collection of Broken Hearts
The Collection of Broken Hearts In the moonlit dark, where shadows play, A man collects hearts thrown away. With a sack on his back, he silently treads,
By Marie381Uk 8 days ago in Poets
Every Night I Am Awake - Why Would I Be Asleep !?
Who named him Romeo !? I would think every person on the planet knows Juliet !? But why would we name people "Romeo" - like I'm not sure ever person understands the problem !?
By 365poetry9 days ago in Poets
A Man Caught Naked in a Giant Web
A Man Caught Naked in a Giant Web A man caught naked in a giant web, His arms trapped, his legs entwined, A silken prison, no escape,
By Marie381Uk 9 days ago in Poets
Our journey
With Valentine’s Day approaching, I ponder our lives, and the paths that led us here, how two trails, once separated,
By Minou J. Linde9 days ago in Poets
THE BLACK HOUSE! If President Obama had repainted the White House...
Discrimination is Dead. But...Long shall discrimination Live. Just imagine, if the White house were Black, repainted to match the man of the hour - and excluded every other color but BLACK from the 'Politics of Change'.
By Novel Allen9 days ago in Poets
Winter Inside
I don’t know when I went numb, exactly somewhere between “I’m fine” And the fifth time I meant “help.” ﹁﹂ My feelings started wearing coats,
By Milan Milic9 days ago in Poets
A very wicked, deceitful man,
A very wicked, deceitful man, With a silver tongue, he made his plan. He spoke in lies, and wore a smile, But deep inside, he’d hurt awhile.
By Marie381Uk 9 days ago in Poets
Inspiration
Inspiration can be a double edged sword, a comforting companion to an absent acquaintance. - It can be a tidal wave of promising passion,
By Alexander Stoddart9 days ago in Poets