Free verse Stories

Raysrise abovethe violet colored dawn Dapple the dimples and goose bumps of morn Gentle tinkling laughterat workamong the vines Nymphs cut and bend to harvest the cropsnimble fingers fillingbaskets of flavorSmiles of pleasing contentmentwith fulfillingcompanionable workfraught withcoquettish teasing Older ones softly and robustly vampingyounger onesin their fresh nubility Nibbling a grape or twowith lips stained ruby by t...

Windows tend to rattleWhen the frigid winds of winter arrive. Sycamores waving limbsWhile seasonal change is stirring the air. Glistening whiteness driftsAs fallen snow spreads over the rooftops. Bright sunlight gleams brieflyPeeking through the gray clouds floating above. Watching our breaths puffing,The city sounds and smells are now muted. Skipping through clinging flakesGloved hands grip tightly as we run and play. Gr...

Shall I desist and let it go,or should I beg on bended kneeto be forgiven.For what, I ask it over and over again,and still no answer comes,none makes sense.Hard to comprehend,hard to decide,knowing I have done nothing,and yet,I did somethingelse whythe distancethe irreconcilable distance you placebetweenus.Stars are dying,have diedand yethave not left the night sky.Because they are distant,so distant.So perhapswe have die...

She lit the fire for warmth. The room was cold.It burned with carmine flames, And sanguine expectations of illuminationThat never cameDue to a shortage of lust and passionAmongst the men and women in her life.It was the highest form of praiseFor her to even nodAt someoneToday.That was yesterday,When the scarlet flames flickered and almost died,And now the fire was burning in her hearthAnd in her ruby heartOnce again.And s...

My sweet one flitting in and outNever knowing when she will appear When and if she will be hereAs if a butterfly floating freeAnd her beauty draws me inTo learn more and feel againAll that we have felt beforeWhen we played as loversOur game of lust and joyWondering if we could meetCould we ever come togetherAnd do what must be done. She has been astray for so longLike a free bird flying freeLeaving no trace of her passing...

Songs reflecting from the walls of my heart Echoing with sibilance in chambersDeep within my resentful defensesBuilt from years of pent up fears and spent tearsAll it means is that she will never singWith her true voice and her true soul exposedOnly under the stealthy wings of painFalling upon my heaving breast and chestShe cannot give what she has never feltBut takes what she wants as she strums the stringsIn the instrum...