Long Free Verse Poems
#FreeVerse
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
29th Mar 2025 00:53am
29th Mar 2025 00:53am
Initiation
Blood in:
so daft in my grave,
a fresh-cut flesh-nut
slips & falls
from proverbial vein-
my sleepaway cave
craved awake
on chords of light
through ancient rows
where I soak my cells
in a green serene
slurping gasoline
a break from those
unblinking
high beam
~eyes:
this all-seeing dream
that winked at our dogs
& wormed our wrists
into one happy hominid ...
#FreeVerse
#spiritual
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SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2025 11:59am
22nd Mar 2025 11:59am
The Shape I'm In
How much I miss
to moss in love
holding the mold
to gorgon stone
lifetimes ago, this
ancient road.
Horizons beam
my wanderlust dream:
I am dim
of years away
from the final
dandelion blaze,
still sleek from behind
with the Sun going down
‘til morning lurks
to hone the worm
& I (...alone,
...
#forest
#FreeVerse
#mountains
#nature
#unicorns
95 reads
2 Comments
Shon
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 7:06pm
11th Feb 2025 7:06pm
The Continuum of Ideal & Real Self. (for me)
I'm feeling more real as I am.
More real than I'v ever been.
A continuum, spectrum like exists.
Between the Ideal self & the real self.
A spectrum that were all on.
The Ideal self, is the person.
We think others want us to be.
Conforming to this image.
We collude with others to fit in.
What ever the cost.
The true self, not to others.
Rather to our true selves.
As nature meant us to be.
Every time we collude with others.
Our perspective...
More real than I'v ever been.
A continuum, spectrum like exists.
Between the Ideal self & the real self.
A spectrum that were all on.
The Ideal self, is the person.
We think others want us to be.
Conforming to this image.
We collude with others to fit in.
What ever the cost.
The true self, not to others.
Rather to our true selves.
As nature meant us to be.
Every time we collude with others.
Our perspective...
#FreeVerse
#honesty
#JelaluddinRumi
#LookingForLove
#wisdom
107 reads
1 Comment
Sean459
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 4:59am
16th Dec 2024 4:59am
A mixtape for parkour
#dirty
#FreeVerse
#jealousy
#lust
#nature
187 reads
5 Comments
GN101
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 12:36pm
2nd Oct 2024 12:36pm
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
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SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 3:01am
2nd Sep 2024 3:01am
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
260 reads
1 Comment
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
18th Aug 2024 9:14pm
18th Aug 2024 9:14pm
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
254 reads
1 Comment
Yousef_Alfil
Yousef Alfil
Yousef Alfil
Poem Published
6th Aug 2024 5:14am
6th Aug 2024 5:14am
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
262 reads
2 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
27th Jul 2024 2:40am
27th Jul 2024 2:40am
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
86 reads
16 Comments
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
23rd May 2024 7:12am
23rd May 2024 7:12am
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
232 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
247 reads
12 Comments
Mistic33
Kisha
Kisha
Poem Published
10th Dec 2023 5:40am
10th Dec 2023 5:40am
Stranger
#sex
#erotic
#FreeVerse
#passion
#seductive
357 reads
7 Comments
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