The Deep Roads
The veil lifts away from my mind as the countryside beneath me shifts, flowing from ground and trees to massive rifts filled with the towers of my kind. I sail now where once I ran, on clear seas set o'er silent steel. Above the greatest...
Mirrors
Mirrors What do you see when you look at me? Do you see someone with unshakable confidence? Do you see someone with no fears? Do you see someone Who always seems calm? Do you see someone who has all the answers? Do you see someone who...
Yearning
Yearning The word...very interesting, isn't it? Everyone yearns for something. Love, acceptance, Family, etc...Some people seem to have it all, whereas some of us...some of use yearn only for some normalcy in our lives. Let's talk of my examples,...
The Four Maidens
The first maiden conducts in her flowery dress the song the birds sing carried by the breeze. By her side rests a basket woven by hand filled to the brim with buds and blooms. The second maiden gazed at the flowing river in her blue...
Voices of the Silenced
Thought that I knew what I wanted Seems like life has a way of changing it Through day and night As both the moon and the sun shine on I walk the road that very few choose to walk on Just wanted to change a life To help somebody from the...
Bitches, Right? & The Contact Contract
A satirical free-verse dealing with stories from a women's centre, and a pantoum (in standard and euphonious form) of acceptable allure. ### preamble back when i was just a bit younger, i'd made this distinction between the city and everything else.
Afternoon | by KitsuneJey
**AFTERNOON** A Poem by **KitsuneJey** _I meet your eyes_ _And smile you back,_ _While you undress_ _Beside the shore._ _Being good friends_ _Or perfect strangers_ _Got no point_ _To both of us._ _You believe in_ _First encounters;_ _I...
Passion & The Knot
This information is, of course, of little use, because the following poem is a free verse and thus follows no rules at all.
Poetry's Easy and Prose is Powerful: Srsly (My heart was 3)
They go, 'ohh, i write in free verse! :3' and then everyone with half a clue just switches off, expecting them to hack up their text at random with no form or structure or anything and just call it 'free verse'.
Flowers For Serath #1
A sort of free verse poetry/stream of consciousness. ill be writing more with him as the days and weeks continue. thanks for reading :) his scars are his penance. his awareness that he is alive. they happened in the past, he cannot change them.
Degeneracy & Desk Job
I preface what i'm writing here, as i don't intend to belittle free verse poetry. free verse poetry can be impactful.
Lost Wings
This is the first "free verse" poem i can recall writing. i'm not too fond of the... this is the first "free verse" poem i can recall writing... please leave a comment.