Most Discussed Free Verse Poems

Books fill up my room. Not baseball cards, or pictures of girls, or basketballs. Maybe a blown up picture of … … Pam Anderson might help. Black-framed glasses and a white, pale, lanky body. I should start working out. At least... (more »)

And I remember she wouldn’t wake up. Her lips were mushed together in a Horrible shade of red They buried my mother in a white dress And red lips. And she couldn’t see. Where are your glasses, Mommy? And still at sixteen I bring them to... (more »)

From this point forward I will not stand to be unhappy any longer. I will not stand to be broken down, broken apart, broken-hearted. From this point forward my success does not depend on my waistline and my strength does not depend... (more »)

When I am dead, my dearest, don’t stick my bones together with Scotch tape. Do not try to fit them underneath a frame. Use them, one by one, as a weapon, a gavel. My bones, they can be good back scratchers, honey mixers, and hands of... (more »)

Their eyes tell silent stories. Stories that would shock even the darkest of hearts. These eyes have seen worse than some could even dream of. They’ve seen killing and death, and pain and suffering to extents that can be hard to imagine.... (more »)

I removed the layers of blankets from my aching bones to excavate the secrets that were held together by saliva in papier-mâché envelopes, only to chew on disappointments and lie on shards of fragile stained glass that tampered with my flaws,... (more »)

Feet dangle inches above Tantalizingly taunting … They strive to graze the bicycle’s pedals, Just as my hands strive to emerge From the lemon yellow dress You handed down to me. My slow growth is too far behind Your quick judgment,... (more »)

I was younger then, but only by months. Curiosity settled unbearably throughout my limbs And I waited Patiently for you to carry yourself down wooden stairs Rightleftright – my ear against olive-colored carpet To make sure that coast was... (more »)

bubbles. god’s just a little kid with a big bottle of Miracle Bubbles and a wand dipping, blowing these bubbles all doomed to pop at one point or another. they either drop too fast, before he can catch them, or the biggest ones... (more »)

She emitted a snarl that warned of her vermilion rage, and seized the shiny, silver toaster (my breakfast cookware of choice) and brandished it above her head with threats of defenestration. Oh dear, how will I ever create exquisite frozen... (more »)