Derelict
Rivulets of rain
Streaking old dusty windowpanes
Reminder of tears shed
In futility
In frustration
In fury
Change is fickle
Like the train that pass by
Old caboose carriages
Relics of a past
Long forgotten
Like our initials scrawled
On that dusty windowpane
Free verse poetry is poetry that lacks a consistent rhyme scheme, metrical pattern, or musical form. While free verse poems are not devoid of structure, they allow enormous leeway for poets, particularly when compared to more metrically strict forms like blank verse.
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My kind of poetry. This one is so good Deb.
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Thanks Sadje, the rain is making me kind of blue
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I can understand as it’s winter weather over there
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Nothing beats a bit of drippy weather to make the words flow. Lovely piece.
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Thanks Missy, I’ll take inspiration anywhere I can find it ATM
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A marvelous poem…the “blues” seem to mine the gold within poets’ hearts.
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Too true ☺️
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🙂
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Beautiful poem, Deb! I love the free verse poetry form.
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It is one of my favourites 😊
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😉
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My fav type of poem
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It’s one of the easier ones. Some of these have been really difficult
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