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Free Verse Poetry

The Spark She Sees

There’s something about her

Something that makes us feel alive.

Maybe it’s because she looks at people

And sees what’s alive in them, too.

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Characters Free Verse Poetry

The Girl Who’s Trying (Aviana Hart)

Melted honey eyes, pepper freckles, desert sun hair

That’s not what anyone sees, not the first time.

No, we see the timid smile

Of a girl who is trying to give the world a vast group hug, even if no one taught her how.

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Free Verse Poetry

Where Did Today Go?

Today I think I will snuggle up and write

Maybe read a book or two

Bake some warm chocolate-chips-melted cookies

Wait—

Night has already fallen.

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Free Verse Poetry

Empty Page Mind

I would explain how my soul feels right now

But the rest of this page

Says all it needs to say.

Empty Page Mind

M.B.

October 19, 2021

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Free Verse Poetry

Lives Unlived

Why do I read and write, they ask?

Why do I breathe stories like I’ve held my breath for centuries?

There are too many lives unlived, feelings unfelt, words unwritten—

I think I must help out a little.

Because really, in the end, who are we to decide this life is good enough alone?

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Free Verse Poetry

Temporary Thoughts

You question my loyalty to pencils as if it’s misplaced.

You ask why I prefer scratched gray over inky black.

I smile.

Pencils are wispy flow handwriting and emotions flooding cozy unlined journals, gray scribbled notes and snuggle blanket dreams.

And there is a perilous sort of impermanence that comes with a thought that can be erased,

As if it’s not quite your own anymore; the world can do what it wants with it.

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Free Verse Poetry

Skyscraper Wild

A skyscraper rises above the rest in the sparkling glass city that devoured the wild.

We circle the warm air draft on our eagle wings, lifting to the roof to touch down our worn, Sharpie-heart Converse.

Green is everywhere. Wild has devoured the roof. We breathe crisp fresh sharp.

Thick vines snuggle up around tired old gray heaters, the electrical box houses lavender swishing in the breeze, a field of clover cushions our bare feet as we kick off shoes.  

I pick a sunflower flourishing in a crack in the concrete and breathe its acceptance of life’s trials.

You tuck lilies in your hair and braid daisies into mine.

Isn’t this the real wild, thriving in the noise of modern society?

Isn’t that where we breathe deepest, a pocket of oxygen in an ocean rising to drown all that forget they can swim?

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Free Verse Poetry

Rambunctious Royalty

Tilted crowns,

Slouching on thrones.

Royal cloaks billowing behind us as we run through halls,

Fleeing responsibility with a free-heart giggle.

We can rule the world, darling, I promise.

But can’t we have a little fun doing it?

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Free Verse Poetry

Where Do I Start?

Explain, they demand. Tell us what you want to say.

I’m trying.

But what do you mean?

I don’t know, I just—I feel like—

Spit it out!

I’m sorry, I just don’t know how to—

Don’t apologize, just say what you’re feeling.

Hold on.

Excuse me.

Say what I’m feeling? If I strung into words the emotion doing the tango in my heart, your nose would crinkle up in confusion.

Because you may be sad. You may be happy.

But the moon watches as I weep bittersweet, and the sun looks on in awe as I laugh sugar cinnamon.

Don’t demand I explain what you cannot fathom.

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Free Verse Poetry

Inconsistency

If I change my mind

If I beg, plead, scream that maybe you can take no for an answer

Will you still love me like you so loved the person who said yes?