Top Voted Free Verse Poems

i asked my father if i could swim, and he said that i would drown. The Sea would imprison me – he said if my feet had left the ground. So i walked out to the water, and cried out – how ’bout now! He said, a little bit further, Son,... (more »)

I, the humblest animal of the animal kingdom, The bottom of the food chain I do not have much power, so I look at other animals with envy They each have a special trait Something that defines who they are The gift given to them by Mother... (more »)

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 »)

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 am from My green blankey and Climbing out of my crib From playing mermaid in the bathtub. I am from walking my dog, And the noise he made when I step on his tail. I am from my sheep nightlight And Blue’s Clues and the Berenstain... (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 »)

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 »)

That pale little hand being led to the bedroom Those corduroy jeans being tossed to the floor That innocent smile as he leans in to kiss her The green of her eyes as they lay down for more The very same eyes I caught reading Harry Potter past... (more »)

I take back my tears the wasted years I spent crying for what never could happen I take back my heart my shattered heart Up off the ground and back in my arms I take back my hope wasted on you and toss it aside for it has no meaning... (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 »)