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  • Freshman - 623 Points Frank Ovid (3/1/2014 12:11:00 PM) Post reply
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    In Free Form poetry ANYTHING goes. That's what I like about it. Poets can let their mind roam free. Write whatever words one likes as long as it's interesting to the reader (or yourself) . Experiment poets. Go crazy! ! Post it here and we'll talk about it. Nothing negative. Free Form means just that. You call the shots.

  • Freshman - 623 Points Frank Ovid (3/1/2014 9:37:00 AM) Post reply

    Hello everyone in the 'Freeform Workshop'! I'm moving down here. I don't think they like me up there in the BIG forum: (

    Ovid was a great free form poet btw. Not many people know that, and I'm related to him. That's where all of my talent comes from. Let's talk free form poetry!

  • Rookie Mamatha Kaza (2/13/2014 5:53:00 AM) Post reply


    Lost in battles of mind.

    Lost to desires of life

    Lost to love of heart

    Lost to sprits of nature

    Lost to no more words to find

  • Rookie Joseph Alvarez (11/19/2013 11:27:00 AM) Post reply | Read 4 replies


    a universal word
    infinitely descriptive
    I feel empty.
    my home is empty.
    my heart is empty.

    finding people to fill it
    isn't as easy as it portrays
    im not looking for love
    im looking for passion

    pour your emotions into me
    and fill my heart.
    fill my home.
    fill me.

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    • Rookie Unknown But Will Be (5/12/2014 3:08:00 PM) Post reply

      I love this, Its so relatable... keep up the good writing!

    • Rookie Levi Hopler (12/12/2013 10:25:00 PM) Post reply

      As one who suffers from this, I understand wholly. Excellent execution. I would say to perhaps lengthen it, but I try not to recommend such often; poetry is as long as poetry needs to be to sing its m ... more

    • Rookie Doris Cornago (12/8/2013 9:52:00 AM) Post reply

      Hi Joseph: I was in the process of posting an answer to your request in the poem (fill me) but the system suffered a glitch. You might try looking at my poem " To Him Who Pleads Fill Me" ... more

    • Rookie Colleen Gaida (11/29/2013 12:21:00 PM) Post reply

      Perfectly expressed! Beautiful.

  • Rookie Lanaia Lee (11/3/2013 11:15:00 AM) Post reply

    The Unsettled Master of Macabe

    Living here in Baltimore, I never took the opportunity to visit the master
    The master of my profession of a writer of thrillers and dark poetry
    The man himself, because of him, I became a true follower of the darkness from which I cannot deter
    Just like him and his writings, seems like he was fanciful and free.

    Just like the man, even in death certain things remain a mystery
    When he collapsed in 1849, he was found in someone else's clothes
    You have to ask why, never regaining consciousness, no one really knew why death was meant to be
    A thousand ideas and scenarios, but all these were just theories I suppose.

    The master of the macabre and suspense, I so hope he is at rest
    But someone or something left behind seems they are not at rest, seems forever they will greave
    Everything this man wrote seems it was his very best
    But he was laid to rest in a place he would never leave.

    Since his death in 1849, someone always celebrates his birthday
    Each year someone leaves him a bottle of wine and one red rose
    EVERY year since his death, these things show up every year without delay
    Who could this be?Paying yearly respects to the master of dark poetry and prose.

    Every year, each birthday is exactly the same
    What could be the reason for this?I guess something we will never really know
    He was only forty when he died, he never shared in any of his fame
    So tragic, so much potential, but death took him from us, many of us his work would be missed, why did he have to go?

    This mystery is just as unanswered as the question why did he have to die?
    Yes, he was the master of the darkness and it's flow
    As for his birthday and his death, there will always remain a thousand whys
    Today I will visit the grave of the master known as Edgar Allan Poe.

  • Rookie Erin Thomas (10/3/2013 4:18:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    How do I withdraw my poem from your silly little popularity contest?

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  • Rookie Kristina Dee (9/17/2013 5:46:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    A surprise in familiarity
    from this soothing command
    in the realm of eccentricities
    beauty chases liberty
    provoke not paranoia
    of expensive insanity
    escape fear undoubtedly
    abandoning relief of normality.

    Discreetly Bold

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  • Rookie Kristina Dee (9/16/2013 11:39:00 AM) Post reply

    Dawn at Sunset

    Feed in comfort of extremity
    tame the aches of a rebel
    harbor a child of pretension
    impossibility of acceptance indulge
    distorting tendencies tempt the weak
    return home colors within
    excite laughter in purity
    storm in command chill the bare
    grace may blur in blackish hue
    each tearful strand commits in truth
    an ear to the silence of symphonies
    faithful clock awaits hope to marry
    a surprise in familiarity.

  • Rookie Sharni Mcmaster (8/30/2013 2:46:00 AM) Post reply

    i call this poem " ghosts" i hope you like it.

    in the daunting light of the moon,
    a spirit stands in my room.
    his story lies within the past,
    just outer reach of my grasp.

    another soul stands in my room,
    her face is covered by the gloom.
    i hear her cry while i sleep,
    her tears slip in to all my dreams

    there's one more ghost i mustn't forget,
    and she is me in all my regret..

  • Rookie - 1 Points Charles Monroe (8/9/2013 3:51:00 PM) Post reply

    My Freeform is expensive
    Its lengthy and extensive
    It is a formless matter
    A manner that's offensive.

    Of drug Parafanelia
    Or Hamlet and Ophelia
    Or Michael or Mahalia
    L.A. or Transylvania.

    My freeform is quite pricy
    Its heated or its Icy
    It comes in mild or spicy
    It mixes well with Hi-C.

    Its ironic as can be
    But my freeform aint for free.

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