Free Verse

Not Everything Is Evergreen
I’m on my way back home again. Last dog-eared ticket in my pocket – time for it to finally unfurl. I’m on my way back home again.
By Cristal S.2 days ago in Poets
The Man Who Came To Help At 4am
The Man Who Came To Help At 4am The road was empty, silent, frozen still, At 4am where breath turned into smoke, My hands were shaking on that broken wheel,
By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Poets
Life of Cards
you're a shit writer but you make a good muse because I've been full of fire and you just lit the fuse You think I’m inauthentic
By Raine Fielder2 days ago in Poets
Too Much
I haven't written anything in a long time and it's because, as of right now, I've run out of creative ways to express my frustration. And then, I decided, I don't need to be overly creative to express any of what I'm feeling.
By Donny Foley2 days ago in Poets
What Comes Back. Top Story - April 2026.
I held it in my hands Tightly squeezing my grip so it would not get out I could feel it struggle as the light that fed it disappeared
By G. A. Botero2 days ago in Poets
Return to Sender
You shouldn't be here. She was chosen over me. Your rehearsed, half-hearted apologies NOT accepted. You mistook my silence for softness,
By Julie Lacksonen2 days ago in Poets
Just do what you Already did
Even though you may be loved unconditionally by family, it also can feel like you can’t win. How many times, especially growing up with your parents, have you been told to do something one specific way, and then when you do, you’re told it should’ve been done another way?
By Gabriel Shames2 days ago in Poets
Faithful Sunrise
You climb the trees again, slowly — I take my knees, remembering you as the day is long. Your metallic rays, g ‎l ‎i ‎s ‎t ‎e ‎n ‎i ‎n ‎g
By Pixel Floyd2 days ago in Poets
Titillated
These flights of fancy color my world in bold brushstrokes of eroticism, lush sensory details about textures and flavors: rich rough reds, deep velvet chocolatey greens,
By Harper Lewis2 days ago in Poets
Duffy
A weary whimper and soft sigh Went almost unnoticed that day. Our lives limped drearily along Washed out; devoid of colour
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Poets
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 Jean3 days 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 Hudson3 days ago in Poets