Free Verse Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
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G3r0
TetsuUmi
TetsuUmi
Poem Published
18th Jul 2020 6:05am
18th Jul 2020 6:05am
Sitting here thinking.
I'm still searching for meaning
In this dream skape
Reality is a dream state we only seem wake,
When I sleep I'm a 5th diminsional criminal,
Does that mean I think I'm evil subliminally.
I don't know I just grow
I just go
Where my gut push my feet
Where the leafs tend to blow
My inner most thoughts
Rhyme sometimes I give them a post
Never asked for income or a rose
But fuck I been in a hole
Sometimes I feel like I'm dead
Sometimes I feel like my soul
Is bursting out of my skin
I've seen mid highs...
In this dream skape
Reality is a dream state we only seem wake,
When I sleep I'm a 5th diminsional criminal,
Does that mean I think I'm evil subliminally.
I don't know I just grow
I just go
Where my gut push my feet
Where the leafs tend to blow
My inner most thoughts
Rhyme sometimes I give them a post
Never asked for income or a rose
But fuck I been in a hole
Sometimes I feel like I'm dead
Sometimes I feel like my soul
Is bursting out of my skin
I've seen mid highs...
#FreeVerse
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 4:41pm
5th Apr 2020 4:41pm
Fortune Teller
I unveil myself, a new guest,
In her presence of heady Bakoor,
to alight ornate cushions
seeing strung beads come alive.
Was it the weather
I asked the fortune teller,
whose gaze penetrated, saliva
to tastebuds in a new land.
It might have been from an apple,
Gorgeous green and cold.
The start of day in my warm hand
Beginning to sweat.
It gathers, snaking my lifeline.
I rise to meet the intrusion
Of a feathering tongue
In a seduction of sweet cider. ...
In her presence of heady Bakoor,
to alight ornate cushions
seeing strung beads come alive.
Was it the weather
I asked the fortune teller,
whose gaze penetrated, saliva
to tastebuds in a new land.
It might have been from an apple,
Gorgeous green and cold.
The start of day in my warm hand
Beginning to sweat.
It gathers, snaking my lifeline.
I rise to meet the intrusion
Of a feathering tongue
In a seduction of sweet cider. ...
#women
#culture
#sensual
#NaPoWriMo2020
#FreeVerse
1104 reads
19 Comments
Lagertha
Poem Published
12th Mar 2020 6:45am
12th Mar 2020 6:45am
Unconditional {3} Neoclassical Economics
You will never be a soul who I could place into a portfolio
An existence effortlessly located to be discarded or knowingly positioned as I recognize your value and use you as a loss or gain for my advantage
You have become a surfeit into the emotional void I have been resisting and battling to deny
In absolute fear of losing another piece of my spirit
You have uncovered my deficiency to commit to another person
unearthing my philosophy to analyze the Neoclassicism percentages within me
Acknowledging my presence with dignity and...
An existence effortlessly located to be discarded or knowingly positioned as I recognize your value and use you as a loss or gain for my advantage
You have become a surfeit into the emotional void I have been resisting and battling to deny
In absolute fear of losing another piece of my spirit
You have uncovered my deficiency to commit to another person
unearthing my philosophy to analyze the Neoclassicism percentages within me
Acknowledging my presence with dignity and...
#FreeVerse
#prose
#philosophical
425 reads
10 Comments
G3r0
TetsuUmi
TetsuUmi
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2020 5:09pm
2nd Feb 2020 5:09pm
Alchemy
RHYME!!!
everything possible
Even squash vocals
Or sound them out to
S-H-OW, you can control
The sound you mold.
Thats a flow and holding
Constant vowels, give you a
pocket or style, so if you drop
It you fall in line like dominoes
Similes give imagery, and could be comical.
when your feeling things you
Cant explain, metaphors can
Conjure those mental pictures
And paint...
everything possible
Even squash vocals
Or sound them out to
S-H-OW, you can control
The sound you mold.
Thats a flow and holding
Constant vowels, give you a
pocket or style, so if you drop
It you fall in line like dominoes
Similes give imagery, and could be comical.
when your feeling things you
Cant explain, metaphors can
Conjure those mental pictures
And paint...
#FreeVerse
673 reads
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DevilsChild
Poem Published
17th Jan 2020 9:58am
17th Jan 2020 9:58am
Horror Story
#identity
#politics
#FreeVerse
524 reads
7 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
12th Jan 2020 7:26pm
12th Jan 2020 7:26pm
Blank Verse
by Jemia
#loneliness
#dreams
#FreeVerse
504 reads
1 Comment
Deborahlee
Poem Published
6th Nov 2019 7:20am
6th Nov 2019 7:20am
Read Me
Hold me and
with nimble
fingertips
trace the
soft curve
of my spine
reach under
the outside
surface
slip into
my chapters
consume every line.
Caress the contours
fondle my creases
spread me out
slide inside
let the turns
and plot twists
stimulate you and
suck you deep in my
outline to hit cloud nine.
Bookmark my passages
profile the triggers
and flip the script
climax explosions
erupt and intertwine
with the breathy exhale ...
with nimble
fingertips
trace the
soft curve
of my spine
reach under
the outside
surface
slip into
my chapters
consume every line.
Caress the contours
fondle my creases
spread me out
slide inside
let the turns
and plot twists
stimulate you and
suck you deep in my
outline to hit cloud nine.
Bookmark my passages
profile the triggers
and flip the script
climax explosions
erupt and intertwine
with the breathy exhale ...
#narrative
#FreeVerse
#sensual #sexy
#sensual #sexy
727 reads
10 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
21st Sep 2019 1:27am
21st Sep 2019 1:27am
Harvesting The Storm
I was brought to this place
as a rain storm, in an exodus,
in a grand hope of a people
the color of another storm
that used to destroy
to make room for new life.
I was born in a land by the
ocean, surrounded by palms;
trees not native to the land.
Of bean fields and eucalyptus
& pepper trees, and makeshift
film studios in barns, paying
the extras in coin realm, before
the First World War and talkies.
And migrant workers in pickup
trucks, with their straw hats
&...
as a rain storm, in an exodus,
in a grand hope of a people
the color of another storm
that used to destroy
to make room for new life.
I was born in a land by the
ocean, surrounded by palms;
trees not native to the land.
Of bean fields and eucalyptus
& pepper trees, and makeshift
film studios in barns, paying
the extras in coin realm, before
the First World War and talkies.
And migrant workers in pickup
trucks, with their straw hats
&...
#storm
#fire
#memories #FreeVerse
#memories #FreeVerse
962 reads
13 Comments
G3r0
TetsuUmi
TetsuUmi
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 3:37am
15th Sep 2019 3:37am
Writers block
Sitting here at the corner watching the traffic jam
Songs blaring on mute no sound from the moving amps
Conversations are too
lips flap But i cant comprehend!
A def man dances to the silence
Blasting in air!
Ive already told about the car crashes
The unfair rulses of traffic the break downs and accidents
the neighborhood and casualties
Innocent by standards of road life the mysterious signs thats hard to understand
slowly the cars start to advance
But not quick enough so im getting up
To find something new to discuss ...
Songs blaring on mute no sound from the moving amps
Conversations are too
lips flap But i cant comprehend!
A def man dances to the silence
Blasting in air!
Ive already told about the car crashes
The unfair rulses of traffic the break downs and accidents
the neighborhood and casualties
Innocent by standards of road life the mysterious signs thats hard to understand
slowly the cars start to advance
But not quick enough so im getting up
To find something new to discuss ...
#FreeVerse
431 reads
2 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
28th Aug 2019 6:58am
28th Aug 2019 6:58am
Love (Freeform)
Love is on the brain
As it is the only thing
That keeps me sane
In this crazy world.
I was on my last ray
Of sunshine and hope.
You emerged from the
Shadows and opened
My heart once again
To new possibilities.
Love is beating in my
Ribcages as my blood
Becomes red again.
The oxygen breathes
Life into the desolated
And those whose love
Was on its final leg. Love
Is in your smile and the
Way it hugs your body
Perfectly. It is the halo
Of light and aura that
Surrounds...
As it is the only thing
That keeps me sane
In this crazy world.
I was on my last ray
Of sunshine and hope.
You emerged from the
Shadows and opened
My heart once again
To new possibilities.
Love is beating in my
Ribcages as my blood
Becomes red again.
The oxygen breathes
Life into the desolated
And those whose love
Was on its final leg. Love
Is in your smile and the
Way it hugs your body
Perfectly. It is the halo
Of light and aura that
Surrounds...
#love
#FreeVerse
670 reads
6 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
9th Aug 2019 10:35am
9th Aug 2019 10:35am
would-be writer
Would-be writer
I hate living in a rented room
Meeting people in the hall
Waiting till the hall is empty
Hurry out sighing.
Walking for miles to find
An empty bar, where no one
Knows your secret that you are a drunk.
Paper and pen I wanted to write
A great novel.
Strong booze blurred words
Walking home
Hoping the hall would be empty.
I hate living in a rented room
Meeting people in the hall
Waiting till the hall is empty
Hurry out sighing.
Walking for miles to find
An empty bar, where no one
Knows your secret that you are a drunk.
Paper and pen I wanted to write
A great novel.
Strong booze blurred words
Walking home
Hoping the hall would be empty.
#limerick
#acrostic
#FreeVerse
#prose
#quatrain
607 reads
0 Comments
EStar
Poem Published
18th Jul 2019 9:47pm
18th Jul 2019 9:47pm
Toast
When you wake up in the morning, the first thing you do is make eggs.
You stare blankly at the egg tray in the fridge wondering how many to make.
You're home alone, which is good because you only have five eggs.
Eventually, you decide and pull three eggs out of the fridge.
You're not hungry enough for four, and it would be a shame to leave a single egg in the fridge, you reason.
Two makes more sense, but then you'd feel obligated to make something to go with it- toast, perhaps.
You contemplate this as the cool fridge air...
You stare blankly at the egg tray in the fridge wondering how many to make.
You're home alone, which is good because you only have five eggs.
Eventually, you decide and pull three eggs out of the fridge.
You're not hungry enough for four, and it would be a shame to leave a single egg in the fridge, you reason.
Two makes more sense, but then you'd feel obligated to make something to go with it- toast, perhaps.
You contemplate this as the cool fridge air...
#depression
#food
#FreeVerse
472 reads
2 Comments
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