Free verse is like free love; it is a contradiction in terms.
G.K. ChestertonTags: poetry free-verse
vers libre," (free verse) or nine-tenths of it, is not a new metre any more than sleeping in a ditch is a new school of architecture.
G.K. ChestertonTags: poetry funny free-verse archtecture free-verse-poetry funny-but-true
Have you ever
had so much to say
that your mouth closed up tight
struggling to harness
the nuclear force
coalescing within your words?
Have you ever
had so many thoughts
churning inside you that you didn’t
dare let them escape
in case they blew you wide open?
Have you ever
been so angry that you
couldn’t look in the mirror
for fear of finding the face of evil
glaring back at you?
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I scratch down happiness, I
want my ink to do happy dances,
to careen across the pages staggering
like a drunken fellow, giddy
on moonshine or sunset.
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It is something to have gazed on the constellated white,
felt it running from the eyes and the pores: the salt of love.
It is something to have whispered wild thank-yous
in the only ways we know how.
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The ocean-blue bowl won’t
refuse to bruise, won’t hold it back
from the gaping earth-wounds.
There will still come
water, chill wind and happy
goosebumps,
and in the utmost corners of oaks,
leaves laughing.
Tags: poetry nature grief free-verse nevertheless-come-autumn
Never say savor when you only mean taste –
one is a holding on the tongue and an intoxication
and the other is cursory, a sampling, connoting
reluctance to bask. Never say a thing you don’t mean.
Tags: poetry c-s-lewis free-verse superlative
Friend who has fired the kingfishers
and flamed the dragonflies –
they catch your light however they move
and beam it out of their eyes.
Tags: poetry beauty christ free-verse gerard-manley-hopkins the-image
A midst deceit I found the truth;
there in the rough I found a diamond.
And from the moment we met,
I think of no one else
Today I choose to be, to live and breathe;
to dream, to weep, and to sing in free verse.
And you, the object of my delight:
a like-minded opposite I am myself with,
a mind-fuck times six, seven, eight thousand and three.
I know that you love me with every inch of your deep.
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