Write a freestyle poem?

Question

I want to see what you can do! (and before you tell me to do my own homework, i'm an adult who's just interestd in poetry.) but anyways, write the deepest, most soulful freestyle poem you can write. a freestyle poem is basically a poem that doesn't rhyme but has a very nice flow. Make it at least 10 lines

Answer 1

Well tennislver93, adults may also have to do homework!


I guess you mean free-verse.

Start here:

http://www.poetry-portal.com/styles2.html


Heed Linda's ideas and poets she refers to like W. B Yeats:

http://www.suite101.com/profile.cfm/lsgrimes



Good luck

Answer 2

I walk in the silence of the town.
The only sound is the pat-pat of my shoes
on the cobblestone road.
The light of the day is slipping
past in the seconds of time.
I hurry my pace with my cape
flipping behind with my waist length hair.
The lights in the street houses are switching off
one by one.
Soon there is another sound.
The other sound is another set of hurrying
footsteps on the cobblestone road.
I start to panick.
But before I can do anything else....
a hand reaches out and grabs my shoulder.
Then I was facing my best friend.
After a quick chat...
we rush off together
to reach our destiny.
While this was happening the light of day
had completely slip pass to let the night gather the
whole sky.
Pat-pat went the sound of our shoes
into the unknown.


sorry its kinda long i just wrote it

Answer 3

Here's one of my favourtie pieces:) Enjoy

My eyes look around the deserted beach.
The sand feels like solid rock
And I see chunks of ice floating in the gentle waves of the sea.
Yet I feel the sun starting to warm my soul
The tender breeze is sweet
And I just know that spring’s in the air today.

Spring is change
Change of time
A different type of pace

Winter is reading with a flashlight under bulky covers
Summer is jumping to the beat of the jump rope
But spring is listening to the gentle waves on the beach

Answer 4

We sleep in a land of triviality,
and dream a net of tangled isms and igions.

Our bodies fatten on hatred,
while our minds wither from half truths.

We snarl over God's existence,
while tears dampen a hungry child.

Snap free of that net,
And stumble into the light of empathy.

Now free, focus on the real,
And feed the hungry child.

Soooo melodramatic, but probably the best I can do in the thirty minutes I've granted myself for this task.

And now a two minute toss to the wind,

My father's low drawl,
Has me giggling on the phone,
I never knew him.

Answer 5

“An Imigination Poem”
Written By: Chloe Thomas

I feel the sun, as it glares upon my back,
I feel the cool mist, as the ocean splashes into the sea,
I see my reflection, when the water clears out,
I feel the sand as it grits, between my toes,
I can feel the wind as it passes through my hair
I can hear children laughing and playing out on the beach.

Answer 6

Sorry, I just can't buy it. You're cheating and I can't stand it. If you're not, I'm sorry. Your presentation just didn't cut it for me.

Answer 7

Ezcusemwaaaahhhhhhaaattttt? Please specify