Long Free Verse Poems
#FreeVerse
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
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Stranger
#sex
#erotic
#FreeVerse
#passion
#seductive
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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
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Voicebreak
Sorry, my voice broke again
I didn't mean to trip over my own words
I guess I let it get out of hand
it happens when I get a little excited
I know when left to its own devices
my voice goes a little wild,
punches a wall and causes shockwaves
because of the passionate verbal tempest
thrashing inside,
with the urge to electrify
But they say the mind can be a prison
and mine is padded with reinforced rubber
built by anxiety patrol and the tone police,
thus when I try to speak,
my thoughts are cut in half,...
I didn't mean to trip over my own words
I guess I let it get out of hand
it happens when I get a little excited
I know when left to its own devices
my voice goes a little wild,
punches a wall and causes shockwaves
because of the passionate verbal tempest
thrashing inside,
with the urge to electrify
But they say the mind can be a prison
and mine is padded with reinforced rubber
built by anxiety patrol and the tone police,
thus when I try to speak,
my thoughts are cut in half,...
#anger
#anxiety
#FreeVerse #frustration
#FreeVerse #frustration
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Sacred blood
In the gray sand he was one rock
Cut from a long extinct genetic stock
He alone had tasted the world's taint
Risen from martyr to the bloodied saint
Here he was tasting betrayal and death
Acidic prayers escaping his ragged breath
Against him stood the once noble horde
All he had was his faith and his steel sword
Fire raged in his once steadfast head
He knew here in time he would lay dead
So he readied his chosen stance
Ready to once more choose deaths dance
Here was his privilege to finally go and die
But first against...
Cut from a long extinct genetic stock
He alone had tasted the world's taint
Risen from martyr to the bloodied saint
Here he was tasting betrayal and death
Acidic prayers escaping his ragged breath
Against him stood the once noble horde
All he had was his faith and his steel sword
Fire raged in his once steadfast head
He knew here in time he would lay dead
So he readied his chosen stance
Ready to once more choose deaths dance
Here was his privilege to finally go and die
But first against...
#dark
#religion
#rhyming
#FreeVerse
#vampires
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k- Slaves Do Not A Lord Make
Further along he walked softly alongside Mercury. Witches fun and dead innocents behind now. He mourned his failings, wishing he were better, always better. Filling his heart with guilt and pain he carried as the weight of oceans.
His legacy was long and troubled, tinged with greatness and tragedy. He carried almost all unknowingly, save for his line. Royal of royals he respected it and strove to better it in all ways, compassion being one. His name will drop form the story in time, his given name that is ... his other name will follow him and his offspring through eternity...
His legacy was long and troubled, tinged with greatness and tragedy. He carried almost all unknowingly, save for his line. Royal of royals he respected it and strove to better it in all ways, compassion being one. His name will drop form the story in time, his given name that is ... his other name will follow him and his offspring through eternity...
#love
#FreeVerse
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Love Poem on Theme by Whitman
3
God met my three faces at a crossroad grist mill,
wind pouring from a single nostril.
If a Ghost is Holy,
it must be alone in a space devoid,
of thought,
where being is fuselage,
in a triage of acceptable loss,
in light pouring aimless,
through a cracked window kaleidoscope,
pacing the room in ambling amputations,
in gaze lowered softly,
to the cradling grave,
where Whitman and Ginsberg,
and everyone,
have finally come,
and accepted one another.
It must be love.
Will you answer...
God met my three faces at a crossroad grist mill,
wind pouring from a single nostril.
If a Ghost is Holy,
it must be alone in a space devoid,
of thought,
where being is fuselage,
in a triage of acceptable loss,
in light pouring aimless,
through a cracked window kaleidoscope,
pacing the room in ambling amputations,
in gaze lowered softly,
to the cradling grave,
where Whitman and Ginsberg,
and everyone,
have finally come,
and accepted one another.
It must be love.
Will you answer...
#love
#loneliness
#sex
#astrology
#FreeVerse
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Exhaustion's Halo
I’ll see you in another life, when we, are both cats.” Vanilla Sky
..
Where to begin,
That’s always the most difficult thing
Breathe
I voice searched Google
For actors I liked,
When we met, just as many
Dead,
As wilting
I drag my foot
In the surf, while the sun is
Ferrying children,
In a basket
I guess I’ll start by saying,
I don't know what to say,
Your emotions are a thunderhead
My meanings
Get lost in
I stand at the...
..
Where to begin,
That’s always the most difficult thing
Breathe
I voice searched Google
For actors I liked,
When we met, just as many
Dead,
As wilting
I drag my foot
In the surf, while the sun is
Ferrying children,
In a basket
I guess I’ll start by saying,
I don't know what to say,
Your emotions are a thunderhead
My meanings
Get lost in
I stand at the...
#love
#hope
#FreeVerse
#memories
#MovingOn
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Going out
I sat alone at the table waited on by a lab technician in a hazmat suit.
The kind of situation that would seem normal
if I was ordering weapons-grade uranium to-go.
His muffled voice could barely cut through the triple layered protection
designed to keep him immune to even the wrath of god.
A few awkward chuckles and invisible faux-smiles later he was on his way
to the reactor to retrieve my lunch.
I notice the only other person bold enough to brave the new world
like me a few tables to my right.
His gaze is sharp and full of intent....
The kind of situation that would seem normal
if I was ordering weapons-grade uranium to-go.
His muffled voice could barely cut through the triple layered protection
designed to keep him immune to even the wrath of god.
A few awkward chuckles and invisible faux-smiles later he was on his way
to the reactor to retrieve my lunch.
I notice the only other person bold enough to brave the new world
like me a few tables to my right.
His gaze is sharp and full of intent....
#oppression
#satirical
#funny
#FreeVerse
#pandemic
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In The Money On the Money
when when
the time the time
comes comes
when we can when we can
tie the world tie the world
wit circuitous thinking
wit circuitous thinking
then perhaps we'll know
then perhaps we'll know
what bullshit stories what bullshit stories
to tell our parents to tell our parents
about a crave for disrepute
about a crave for disrepute
now years are passing now years are passing
as as
though time did naught exist
though time did naught exist
until ...
the time the time
comes comes
when we can when we can
tie the world tie the world
wit circuitous thinking
wit circuitous thinking
then perhaps we'll know
then perhaps we'll know
what bullshit stories what bullshit stories
to tell our parents to tell our parents
about a crave for disrepute
about a crave for disrepute
now years are passing now years are passing
as as
though time did naught exist
though time did naught exist
until ...
#FreeVerse
#TimeHeals
#tragedy
#historical
#nostalgia
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Anticipation
#erotic
#BDSM
#FreeVerse
#lover
#sensual
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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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