Free Verse

In memory of myself.
I sat in the middle with myself, split clean in two for longer than I’d like to admit. - One half reaching back screaming, pleading
By Latisha Jeanabout 10 hours ago in Poets
Come Back Kid
A tour of humility and not defeat. A position of victory, all is His glory. Remade over head to toe, a vision of Cinderella at the ball;
By Jacqueline Elaine Hudsonabout 10 hours ago in Poets
Tick Tock
The Wizard gave me a toy A heart-shaped clock that goes tick-tock—tick-tock—tick-tock— a hollow rhythm for a hollow man.
By Tina D. Lopezabout 12 hours ago in Poets
Weather The Sea Storms
Weather The Sea Storms The sea does not wait, it does not ask if you are ready, it rises when it rises, and you are left to face it
By George’s Girl 2026 about 13 hours ago in Poets
The cardboard box
It came in a cardboard box - the life that I had built. A hand-written note, a pair of socks, photos in shattered glass, my mother's hand stitched quilt,
By Amanda Starksabout 13 hours ago in Poets
If Only I Could Turn Back Time
If Only I Could Turn Back Time If only I could turn back time, I would step lighter on that forked road, the one turn I took,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 14 hours ago in Poets
The Worst of the Worst Returns!
The trouble I got into my first week of college… it’s something I’d hoped to forget. Naive enough to let someone in… Someone who took my life in his hands and molded it into something unrecognizable.
By Gabriel Shamesabout 15 hours ago in Poets
Voice
The creature on my shoulder eats my words. Dips at my voice with a hummingbird sticky, sipper’s tongue. I am the one who frames my thoughts, guides them into life with my teeth and tender lips. It is the one who feasts. Snatches every notion. Gulps them, oyster-like, without tasting. Doesn’t seem to care for flavours. Words in anger, words in love. Words in pain or fear or joy. All my words, it catches. Of screaming too, it snatches, wriggling with pleasure. Gorged on my voice, it grows, and I fall silent.
By Lauren Everdellabout 17 hours ago in Poets
hypocriSEE
When one is raised by hypocrisy, Is it irony to become a hypocrite? Or is that just the natural progression The way people grow
By Lolly Vieiraabout 18 hours ago in Poets
The Chest Pounders
I. Stop pounding your chest. Stop waving your guns. Stop spouting your hate. II. Politics is dead Civility is too
By Dean Traylorabout 21 hours ago in Poets
Your Name Is Here
Introduction I thought I would try to write a poem using every letter of the standard United Kingdom alphabet , which would mean every letter of your name appears in it. Yes, it is slightly contrived, but a fun thing to do, and I hope everyone tries to catch me out.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 22 hours ago in Poets
Sand
Sand sifts through my hand Until I grasp nothing but air Because nothing ever existed It was only ever in my mind Filleted and floating away
By Atomic Historianabout 23 hours ago in Poets