Blank Verse Essay On The Futility of So-Called "A.I." Art
My husband, sometimes, draws erotica, He has for years. I'm sure you know the kind, A tiger man and husky man, perhaps, Or handsome fox and manly-smug raccoon, Or fatherly but dangerous wolf, in all The situations that might give excuse For them...
Blank Verse Essay on the Haunting of America
It's surprising how smooth blank verse essay, as a form, makes doing that. i don't really know what more i could add here. it's not much of an essay if it isn't self-explanatory.
Blank Verse Essay on Intentionality in Queer Fiction
#36 of poetry you must admit i did threaten to turn this journal--https://www.sofurry.com/view/1707174--into a blank verse essay. i will not say here, 'no more happy ends.'
Pages
A poet I will never be Tiz poor and lifeless Devoid of perfection Pages Blank pages upon scribbled I have The pen bleeds my heart but lies Pages So many pages Blank and arid dry and torn The emptiness it scorns Pages I stab at...
Transgressions
#10 of poetry just a quick foray into free-verse poetry. not much more than unrestrained thought.
Hands//Paws - A Poem
Hands aren't meant to feel this weird I'm not meant to spend all day looking They're not meant to rash They're not meant to bloody They're just supposed to be, Another part of your body That we use as tools, To try not to damage Too delicate,...
Stress
Something i had thrown together for a theo exam, honestly just needed a free verse piece for some style balance. wrote about what was heaviest on my mind, stress.
Forelorn
So what is this judgement that you seek to pass? Invisible world, unheard of, unseen. Only spoken and written--legacy of a man. Thirteen years ripped out. Thirteen. Twelve of them were yours, one turned on you. So they speak of you like a legend,...
Current
Torn, tied, captive I rest here with closed eyes For I dare not look to the future As I am afraid I'll lead a lonesome lie A silent misery tears and scratches my soul I am bound by myself and others However, this misery is mine alone Hidden by...
Tonight
#4 of personal poetry creation date: 2013 emotional free-verse its one of those nights. when the weight you've been ignoring pokes out its ugly head and decides it no longer needs to remain quietly shifting your shoulders.
History Repeats Because Those Who Write It Write Repetition
First they came for the socialists, and I spoke out-- Because I had read That Poem. Loved its pathos, Its tragedy, And its warning. They came for natives, black people, immigrants, refugees-- And I spoke out. They came for the poor...
A Werejaguar Witch Doctor
Free verse 9 lines i was sleeping in a teepee in elacruse, permeated by vibrant forests and verdant meadows, when it occurred to me the sultan was sick, and so i had to pack my medicine bags and go see him promptly, since the biomancers