• Sharing Free Verse

  • 14.Jan
  • Shiny Star Withdrawl
  • wishing I wish
    all the stars
    would fall from
    my eyes

    you’ve made a
    mess of me
    of which incapable
    to break free alone

    why won’t you
    get carried away
    on the edge again
    darkness plays

  • Words of Another

  • 05.Jan
  • Song from 'Indian Queen Opera'
  • Song from ‘Indian Queen Opera’
    I attempt from love’s sickness to fly in vain. Since I am myself my own fever, my own fever and pain. No more now no more now fond heart, with pride should we swell, thou canst not raise forces enough to rebel, I attempt from love’s sickness…. For love has more power [...]

  • Colours of Love

  • 02.Jan
  • You and I - like gum
  • but there was more
    always more for me
    just below the surface
    and
    after near death subsided
    a rushing lake of passion
    emerged again ….
    it wouldn’t have just
    stop flowing would it?
    Me and myself said out loud

  • Random

  • 27.Jan
  • 1000 Books you must read before you die.
  • Of Human Bondage by Somerset Maugham
    So Long, See you Tomorrow by William Maxwell
    The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers
    Atonement by Ian McEwan
    The Child in Time by Ian McEwan
    The Egoist by George Meredith
    Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller

  • Telling Truth

  • 13.Jan
  • noalone
  • shaking my head
    at the numbers
    of possibilities
    ways and means
    not to be alone

    you lay there
    pathetic soldier
    my bed you’ve slept
    and i’m still
    dirty within you

  • The Spirit

  • 22.Jan
  • Obama and Butterfly’s
  • There are butterfly’s in the air. A political speech writer for the Wall Street Journal wrote what she hopes Obama will shoot for with his inaugural address ….
    “Will he reach for poetry? I hope so, if poetry is defined as no wasted words on the way to the thought and the thought is [...]

noalone

shaking my head
at the numbers
of possibilities
ways and means
not to be alone

you lay there
pathetic soldier
my bed you’ve slept
and i’m still
dirty within you

By armour

shaking my head
at the numbers
of possibilities
ways and means
not to be alone

you lay there
pathetic soldier
my bed you’ve slept
and i’m still
dirty within you

what if, what more
i gave it away
now i hate you
couldn’t be bigger
folded into knots

doesn’t feel true
or real now babe
reality was in drag
while dirty beneath
warm and chilled

I am many parts
just one i layed
before you.. my bed
fell down
into your emptyness

Just another way
one more means
sinking possibilties
my neediness, my gray
not to be alone

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Free Verse

Free verse is a term describing various styles of poetry that are written without using strict meter, rythum, or rhyme, but still recognizable as poetry by virtue of complex patterns of one sort or another that readers will perceive to be part of a coherent whole.

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