shayarisms4lovers June18 219 - Free Verse: Tame the Fire

Free Verse: Tame the Fire

In this free verse poetry, “Tame the Fire.” In this free verse poetry, I was a six-year-old girl. My family lived on a farm in the countryside of Hayden, Id. It was a perfect Saturday, the weather was cooler, we were heading into fall. It was perfect for burning trash in the old barrel on the side of the old shed. I was watching my brothers burning trash when something horrible happened. Life can change as quickly as a shift in the wind. I’ll describe through words in poetry. Free Verse Poetry: Tame the Fire At five and seven what did they know of fire? Nothing until that day. Sticks and a barrel of flames. Of fire that eats flesh, leaving you like a sun-dried raisin. Running, and laughing with fire, it loves the wind and cloth. It eats cloth. It ate my brother’s leg. He ran screaming, running from the flesh-eating fire. I ran too. I ran to get mother. Mother was “the fire tamer.” Mom threw him upon the ground, like a rolling pin. Rolling him back and forth, like she was rolling out bread dough. Bread she would make every Saturday. Mother snuffed out the flesh-eating fire.

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shayarisms4lovers mar18 75 - Free Verse: Life Among Stars

Free Verse: Life Among Stars

In this free verse poetry, “Life Among Stars.” A subtle night of observing, the sites and sounds of nighttime talking. The eyes and ears. See and hear the stars stirring, a sky sharing a night show. White shooting lights speak in the darkest of night. I feel words rising a canvas surface. Free Verse Poetry: Life Among Stars Star’s radiant shine: dimmer. Then bright. Still, I watch. Even among the black. Too much delight here. A striking meteor fire of white glitter. Furred wings flutter for bugs. Owl’s soft who are you. Coolness collides. Goosebumps rise. I settle to the distant hum of wheels on pavement. September night, a warm merlot. I listen and owl hoots.

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shayarisms4lovers mar18 118 - Free Verse: Hibernation

Free Verse: Hibernation

In this free verse poetry, “Hibernation.” This poem is from an observance of watching children from day to day and how the seasons play a role in their behavior. I believe the seasons have voices and stir the changes in one’s soul. Watching children throughout the year provide lenses for me to view not only the reactions that have offered inspiration but to experience life through their eyes. Free Verse Poetry: Hibernation Hidden inside the groping, fingers of fall, besides, the old Pinewood apartments we stand to wait for the yellow bus. All year their excited voices rise and fall like the changing leaves. But here, they are quieted and still. On the cusp of winter, cold air penetrates like piercing ice sickles in a foot thick of snow. I insert my hands to the warmth —Melting shivers, to the prickle of the wind, and thankful for how peaceful they are, capable of silence. Sometimes I think there is another place where life, cannot change us. Each day we inhale and stop as the yellow bus rumbles and grinds itself along with pavement. The sun crawls from tree to tree and dances across, the frosty green slivers. The earth spins in the grinding […]

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shayarisms4lovers June18 262 - Micro-Poetry: Deep

Micro-Poetry: Deep

A Micro-Poetry, “Deep.” I always appreciate the depth of the one’s soul. And how we can either diminish (breaks into small pieces) or how we can exceed expectations, all is determined by the depth of our strength and passion we hold inside rib cages. Micro-Poetry: Deep Every time she is at the park, The trees start to weep, wishing they weren’t so tall, cause her love is so deep. What is a Free Verse Poetry? Typically patterned by speech rather than meter, this form of poetry is very open to the author’s discretion and usually does not rhyme. Visual and sound effects are often employed.  It can have as many lines as the writer wishes.

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