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Cover image for post See yourself, by Elkroadartist
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Elkroadartist

See yourself

Do you ever see yourself the way that I saw you?

Have you ever loved yourself the way that I loved you?

You could be set free, if you did either.

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Sammee in Poetry & Free Verse

Only Hope

There's an emptiness

In the pit of my stomach.

I miss you even more

The farther I get from

Being at home in our bed.

The only hope in my life

Is knowing that soon

I'll be seeing you once more.

I'm counting the days,

Ignoring the piece tag.

No amount of money

Will deter me from

Having you in my arms.

Cover image for post Life Pillows, by sandflea68
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sandflea68 in Poetry & Free Verse

Life Pillows

The cerulean sky perches

on ivory cushioned pillows,

white dumplings reflected

in still azure waters.

Pale yellow sun

spider webs her face,

drying the dew

on soft upper lip.

Cinnamon sands

filter aimlessly

through fingers,

marking life

in hourglass

of time.

Wisps of wind

sooth her

like tiny puffs

of marshmallows.

‘Might have been’

life solidifies

into darkness

as she cuts

the rope

between

insanity and genius.

Life breathes

its finality

as it plunges

to infinity.

And she rests,

in earthen bed

in peace at last.

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RRichWords in Poetry & Free Verse

drizzle day

fly tiny bird

hollow is the wind

without your

song

ripple with the

wind water in

the pond

make air

visible

tree reach a

a little lower

my hair needs

a comb

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Taliesin in Haiku

Brush of the demon

What will he create with you?

Strokes of blazing hue

Challenge
To rhyme or not to rhyme...that is the question? Prose only. 75-150 words.
Prose Only! Tell us why you write poetry in rhyme or free verse.
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ruffmiriam

I Won’t Rhyme this Time

I have never liked rhyme. To me it seems forced, putting the writer in a position of having to choose a word simply because it sounds like the word before and not because it’s the right word to convey the poem’s meaning.

That said, I do, on occasion, use rhyme. Sometimes, if I want something to sound silly, I’ll use it so that the reader’s brain will fall into a sing-song rhythm, almost like a children’s verse. I also use it when I write in Trijan Refrain, a poetic form whose requirements dictate that certain words and lines must rhyme. I’m not sure why I find this such an alluring form to use except, perhaps, that its use of repetition gives it a power other forms lack.

So use rhyme if you want – I just don’t guarantee that I’ll jump to read it right away.

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Untitled Collection of Haikus
Chapter 67 of 83
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indego

I am just a cloud

Floating through this thunderstorm 

That we labeled "life"

Cover image for post My, What Big Teeth You Have, by sandflea68
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sandflea68 in Haiku

My, What Big Teeth You Have

Gash of sunbeam sword

sharp slash biting sapphire seas

sharks sink teeth deeper.

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alliebaubanow in Poetry & Free Verse

it was

“hi.”

it was the start.

“nice to meet you.”

it was sweet.

“you look beautiful."

it was happiness.

"will you go out with me?”

it was new.

“my childhood was bad.”

it was the past.

“i’ll take care of you.”

it was trust.

“why are you so late?”

it was raised voices.

“i don’t care!”

it was breaking.

“no.”

it was angry.

“…”

it was silence.

“if you would just talk to me!”

it wouldn’t change.

“i don’t want to do this.”

it was lies.

“what did I tell you?”

it was pain.

“why won’t you learn?”

it was constant.

“i didn’t mean it.”

it was more make-up.

“it was an accident.”

it wasn’t.

“i won’t stop.”

it was months later.

“i’m in charge.”

it was desperate.

“who did you call?”

it was sirens.

“what is wrong with you?”

it was you.

“i need to talk to her.”

it was through glass.

“i need to tell you.”

it was said before.

“i’m sorry.”

it wasn’t enough.

“i love you.”

it never was.

“i’ll miss you.”

it was the end.

“goodbye.”

it always had been.

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Naeray in Poetry & Free Verse

Peace

Peace is 

The warm glow of the sun on your face

The slow pace of an afternoon stroll

The laughter of children sharing each other's joy

The holding hands of a girl and a boy

The love in their eyes in their gazes so deep

A sleep

a restful comforting sleep

A pillow that softly cradles your head

A meadow filled with countless beds

of flowers and bees

and tall luscious trees

The sound of the raindrops hitting the window pane

The rainbow that stretches so wide across the sky

A mountain so high, a sweet baby's cry

A voice thick like molasses or sweet like honey

A touch warm and gentle, a taste rich and yummy

The babbling brook and whispering wind with so much to say

The beginning of a beautiful morning, the end of a long day

A faith in a Higher Power, a regal eagle in flight

A hope for a better day, a kiss and being held tight

Peace is all of these things

and the joy that they bring