Long Free Verse Poems
#FreeVerse
Sean459
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 4:59am
16th Dec 2024 4:59am
A mixtape for parkour
#dirty
#FreeVerse
#jealousy
#lust
#nature
148 reads
2 Comments
GN101
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 1:36pm
2nd Oct 2024 1:36pm
The Adventures of Mr Wazzlepot’s Drinking Club
Mr Wazzlepot said to Frank Toefondle who said to Rose Ricenshaw who said to Mr R. Bumutton who said to Fred Lead who said to Crantoc Berryweather who said to Mark Steerwater, “Go and find me a boar!”
This is so boring writing this delightful drivel
Meanwhile at Mr Wazzleeeeeepot’s place…
The meeting place is old and familiar almost as familiar as Mr Wazzlepot’s old white mutton chops
It has a generous amount of space and afforded sea views and a turntable which doubled up as an emergency washing up liquid dispenser
Outside there was some...
This is so boring writing this delightful drivel
Meanwhile at Mr Wazzleeeeeepot’s place…
The meeting place is old and familiar almost as familiar as Mr Wazzlepot’s old white mutton chops
It has a generous amount of space and afforded sea views and a turntable which doubled up as an emergency washing up liquid dispenser
Outside there was some...
#FreeVerse
73 reads
0 Comments
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 4:01am
2nd Sep 2024 4:01am
Monocline
Lay to rest these childish sins,
from gone to ground in quaking dirt
I handhold to sounds -
a bicker & sway for skinning high,
the cry, the climb,
dangling tired;
the scrape, the joy, the blood,
the will, the nerve,
the shame...a wonderful
place to die, this was all
excellent! but
abandon hope
ye who enter:
blessing & curses,
colors & prayers
are a terrible comfort,
a place to do circles in....
a grip on the wound
of a festering pride,
...
from gone to ground in quaking dirt
I handhold to sounds -
a bicker & sway for skinning high,
the cry, the climb,
dangling tired;
the scrape, the joy, the blood,
the will, the nerve,
the shame...a wonderful
place to die, this was all
excellent! but
abandon hope
ye who enter:
blessing & curses,
colors & prayers
are a terrible comfort,
a place to do circles in....
a grip on the wound
of a festering pride,
...
#FreeVerse
#WritingPoetry
207 reads
1 Comment
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
18th Aug 2024 10:14pm
18th Aug 2024 10:14pm
Kindhearted Man
A kindhearted man
studies evil all the time,
cooks through the books
for peculiar looks,
scrolls on angel wings
across the deathly dull
into a hand-cut lull,
suited to the bone
for special atonement:
speaks with a barrelhouse twang
to the twilit range -
sings for the choir
on a wire transfer -
-barbs & bribes
banalities proscribed
through polyvinyl
chloride pipes-
those underground
bullet.in bytes
of my blood pressure ...
studies evil all the time,
cooks through the books
for peculiar looks,
scrolls on angel wings
across the deathly dull
into a hand-cut lull,
suited to the bone
for special atonement:
speaks with a barrelhouse twang
to the twilit range -
sings for the choir
on a wire transfer -
-barbs & bribes
banalities proscribed
through polyvinyl
chloride pipes-
those underground
bullet.in bytes
of my blood pressure ...
#dystopian
#FreeVerse
214 reads
1 Comment
Yousef_Alfil
Yousef Alfil
Yousef Alfil
Poem Published
6th Aug 2024 6:14am
6th Aug 2024 6:14am
TEACH ME YOU
Just like the sun rises and sets, I shall seek and find.
Petals unfurl slow and wide; if I find you, I will hold and never let go.
I will nurture you just like a farmer is gentle with his garden.
And do only what's right to make you think I am divine.
Teach me you, what's the routine to your glow?
I am here standing longing to know the formulae that has all of us falling so slow.
Can I be your guide?
Teach me about your landscapes inside then.
So that I can feel the portholes and have a smooth run,
How about the topography of your...
Petals unfurl slow and wide; if I find you, I will hold and never let go.
I will nurture you just like a farmer is gentle with his garden.
And do only what's right to make you think I am divine.
Teach me you, what's the routine to your glow?
I am here standing longing to know the formulae that has all of us falling so slow.
Can I be your guide?
Teach me about your landscapes inside then.
So that I can feel the portholes and have a smooth run,
How about the topography of your...
#admiration
#emotions
#FreeVerse
#love
#lyrics
225 reads
2 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
27th Jul 2024 3:40am
27th Jul 2024 3:40am
Emergency Room
Am I moving
My body's moving
I'm just assuming
I'm moving
Intense reality
Crawling all through me
Slithering like leeches
Breaking the skin
Underneath and within
Am I moving
all-consuming
This...
My body's moving
I'm just assuming
I'm moving
Intense reality
Crawling all through me
Slithering like leeches
Breaking the skin
Underneath and within
Am I moving
all-consuming
This...
#dark
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#FreeVerse #sadness
#FreeVerse #sadness
64 reads
16 Comments
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
23rd May 2024 8:12am
23rd May 2024 8:12am
Blueblood
wake~
Voices in my head-
the tones in my bones,
a cut on my operating hand
or a lash of sweat in the eye;
a way with boring word-clinics,
oohing & aahing
to grilled meat & spilled milk,
chickens fried
the path walked
to spade & use
my tools for recompense...
all that nancy shit we do...
mostly talk & balk...
it's not like it was
back when a few hours
was a few hours
& not nine fucking minutes,
when it was more or less
sex &...
Voices in my head-
the tones in my bones,
a cut on my operating hand
or a lash of sweat in the eye;
a way with boring word-clinics,
oohing & aahing
to grilled meat & spilled milk,
chickens fried
the path walked
to spade & use
my tools for recompense...
all that nancy shit we do...
mostly talk & balk...
it's not like it was
back when a few hours
was a few hours
& not nine fucking minutes,
when it was more or less
sex &...
#FreeVerse
#dystopian
184 reads
0 Comments
janiselizabeth
Janis Miller
Janis Miller
Poem Published
10th Jan 2024 5:03am
10th Jan 2024 5:03am
The Garden
There's a garden in the back, but it hasn't been planted yet.
Through the southern window you can see its nakedness,
bare to the sky, unashamed--
rich black earth, the color of mediterranean olives.
-- it feeds our family every year,
my children with joy; their laughter echos behind
their footsteps as they chase each other through the wisteria.
-- my husband his passion as he tends to the land,
and makes fertile its soil and carves out its shape
with his hands. Sometimes I get jealous,
...
Through the southern window you can see its nakedness,
bare to the sky, unashamed--
rich black earth, the color of mediterranean olives.
-- it feeds our family every year,
my children with joy; their laughter echos behind
their footsteps as they chase each other through the wisteria.
-- my husband his passion as he tends to the land,
and makes fertile its soil and carves out its shape
with his hands. Sometimes I get jealous,
...
#love
#family
#FreeVerse
211 reads
12 Comments
Mistic33
Kisha
Kisha
Poem Published
10th Dec 2023 5:40am
10th Dec 2023 5:40am
Stranger
#sex
#erotic
#FreeVerse
#passion
#seductive
324 reads
7 Comments
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
9th May 2023 1:05am
9th May 2023 1:05am
Selachophilia
from 2014
Aye!
Let them come...
those rude & angry points
of misplaced palaver,
let their tongue stones conjoin
to appreciate teeth.
(I only wish to love & die with the sea,
to garden in my coat shagreen.)
Subconscious breeze, blackened under
the blue-grey bullets, like a shark
of words with a silken pirate...
an eye on the coast, in the crabgrass,
a salt-licked high on the skin of a mountain:
a...
Aye!
Let them come...
those rude & angry points
of misplaced palaver,
let their tongue stones conjoin
to appreciate teeth.
(I only wish to love & die with the sea,
to garden in my coat shagreen.)
Subconscious breeze, blackened under
the blue-grey bullets, like a shark
of words with a silken pirate...
an eye on the coast, in the crabgrass,
a salt-licked high on the skin of a mountain:
a...
#love
#PopCulture
#CallToAction #FreeVerse
#CallToAction #FreeVerse
534 reads
3 Comments
silver_orchid
Poem Published
27th Aug 2022 11:38am
27th Aug 2022 11:38am
solivagant ~
ever…solivagant…
i dwell in the depths of my dream realm.
perhaps, in my past paths, too many were
given a key —
to unlock secrets of my heart, mind, my soul.
slowly, my steps are longer…
faster than before…
above is below,
below is above.
away,
away.
can you hear the echoes of my footprints --
imprinted upon the decaying lavender-moss;
getting louder?
can you feel my ravaged heart-beat,
becoming stronger?
the ruby-blood rushing through my pale, ...
i dwell in the depths of my dream realm.
perhaps, in my past paths, too many were
given a key —
to unlock secrets of my heart, mind, my soul.
slowly, my steps are longer…
faster than before…
above is below,
below is above.
away,
away.
can you hear the echoes of my footprints --
imprinted upon the decaying lavender-moss;
getting louder?
can you feel my ravaged heart-beat,
becoming stronger?
the ruby-blood rushing through my pale, ...
#dreams
#FreeVerse
#LifeAsAWriter #MovingOn
#LifeAsAWriter #MovingOn
219 reads
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
22nd May 2022 3:01am
22nd May 2022 3:01am
Otherwiseville
No.where
is
now.here~
to seek
the passage lost,
a dead man
highbeams
the wild frontier
manifesting
a flesh machine
ghost
on the grim wire road
born slouching toward
[REDACTED]
dreaming
sodium grist-type
fates for cruel books
and bones
out in the sticks
and stones
all casting looks
on remembrance
alone
at home on the range
of a grateful change,
that Stygian hope
for...
is
now.here~
to seek
the passage lost,
a dead man
highbeams
the wild frontier
manifesting
a flesh machine
ghost
on the grim wire road
born slouching toward
[REDACTED]
dreaming
sodium grist-type
fates for cruel books
and bones
out in the sticks
and stones
all casting looks
on remembrance
alone
at home on the range
of a grateful change,
that Stygian hope
for...
#confessional
#FreeVerse
627 reads
3 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Free Verse Poems
