Top Voted Free Verse Poems

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 »)

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 »)

     There are blackberriesNestled in my curls,And beneath the thorns The dark treasures lurk. And spiraling down my neck,A grapevine grows,The bright berries shaking merrily as I step.And if you breathe lightly, You can... (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 »)

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 »)

Strangely enough, the same wave of panic sweeps through my mind And something stills in my gut Just to see her face reappear on the computer screen as before. She was back. She was back in some shape or form In my life and the lives of... (more »)

The tale-teller Dons upon her A sun-and-moon cloak Of majestic radiance. Colors of red, Orange, Yellow, Hot-tempered and lively, Bright and warm, Like Autumn leaves, Twisting and turning, In golden sunlight. Like the cackles... (more »)

The shrill waves of a French horn thrust me out of my gentle sleep, Signaling me to start my day once again. My hands flow through chores without question or concern, As if they have a mind of their own. Next, my feet drag my wilting body... (more »)

The sun is my alarm. Waking me and laying me down every moon rise. A slow sun for play and a long morning on its way. Just when time stops, cars freeze and the breeze is caught stealing a leaf from my maple tree. My hair stuck in one place.... (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 »)