Free verse

In the realm of poetry, where words take flight,
There's a battle between forms, fierce and bright.
The structured verse, with its rules and rhyme,
And the free verse, unbound by measure and time.

Let me take you on a trip, my dear,
To a land where creativity is crystal clear.
Picture a sky ablaze with vibrant hues,
Where imagination reigns and rules refuse.

Free verse, a wild stallion running free,
Unleashing thoughts, untamed and carefree.
No shackles of meter to hold it tight,
No constraints to dim its vivid light.

Like a painter's brush on an endless canvas,
Free verse dances, in a world so vast.
Each word a splatter of vibrant paint,
Creating scenes surreal, without constraint.

Imagine a river, flowing without end,
Its currents meandering, around each bend.
No rhyme to hold its winding course,
Just fluidity, its unbridled force.

In free verse, emotions bloom like flowers,
Unfolding petals in captivating showers.
No syllable count can cage their might,
Their fragrance lingers, day and night.

Metaphors soar, like birds in the sky,
Similes shine, as stars passing by.
Personification breathes life into the inanimate,
As imagination takes flight, it does not abate.

The poet's mind, a kaleidoscope of dreams,
Where reality bends and morphs at the seams.
With each line, a prism of vivid hues,
Transcending the ordinary, defying the rules.

For in free verse, chaos and order collide,
Creating a tapestry, woven deep and wide.
The imagery, oh, how it blooms and thrives,
In kaleidoscopic landscapes where magic derives.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds, they say,
An anthem of free verse, in its own special way.
A psychedelic journey, where senses align,
And words sparkle brightly, like stars that shine.

So, let the free verse flow, unbound and free,
A symphony of words, for all to see.
For in this realm of boundless creativity,
Free verse reigns, an artistic decree.