Stories tagged “Free verse”

  • The Mirror.

    I touch this cold glass smooth under my fingertips Framed with rubies at the top And gold all round. with Love at every corner and Joy at every sparkle This is no ordinary mirror this is truly extraordinary It shows me in her. I see my world crystal cl...

    • Author: LeMonstre
    • Posted over 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Bless Her

    Bless her. The girl without a father, Without a suitable family, Stuck taking care of her sister’s child At the age of thirteen. Bless her. She’s done her share of stupid things, And her old friends won’t let go. She’s put it al...

  • Refuge In Audacity

    My refuge is audacity, my sword is generosity. The center of my mind is the whole of nature. I consider myself a warrior, a soldier, a knight. The law I follow is written on my own heart. If you look at me, what do you see? My armor is invisible, my he...

  • Tener confianza al tango {a poem}

    To watch is to witness grace, to know passion, to behold flow. New, enchanted, I try. I step back in time with my partner, but slowly, awkwardly, trying to keep distance. I try to know my partner’s mind, to anticipate, but to no avail. A stubborn...

  • A Pretentious Alien's Poetic Perspective

    when what you can’t control outweighs what you can like time and the fact that you had no say in existence to begin with; would you consider fate to still be bitter or is it sweet mint and cinnamon and rain like glitter? Because it surely encompa...

  • Cold Water

    Concise lights, Round like coins, Peel sea urchins From the seaweed Like kiwi skins Such Primitive Existences live In the dim distances Under the surf’s surface Where waves collect images Reflecting our resembling selves Trembling in sensitive de...

  • Your Patient Awaits Treatment, Doctor

    He needs a neurotic antibiotic, If you’re not too hectic now. And a narcissistic antiseptic, If you’d conclude to allow. Call a cathartic medic. He’s heart sick With a nickel to his name. Rip the IV from his vein. Don’t worry,...

  • An Untitled Poem

    Drowning in your eyes Warm puddles of green. The water looked so inviting but now I’m drowning in you. To silence my choking cries Merely close your emerald eyes. Darkness and silence, I think I’d rather be buried. If you keep me captive in...

    • Author: meep
    • Posted 6 months ago.