Free Verse Poetry: Samples
These free verse poetry samples were all written by sixth grade students. These pieces are excellent examples of free verse, but as with all writing, even the most famous masterpieces, there is room for revision. Each piece does many things well, and any one piece may serve as a model or ignite ideas for your own free verse poetry.
This page has many excellent samples of student-written free verse poems, in addition to the free verse poems below.
Clouds of Birds
|Flying in the sky,
aerobic like a genie,
veering the other way,
every time they see me.
|Wings fluttering frantically,
and if you are close enough to hear,
a soft thundering sound,
humming in your ear.
|Smoke from the fire,
black as a cat’s fur,
swooping round and round,
setting other birds astir.
|Maybe hundreds, even thousands,
flying together as one,
letting more birds join the show,
while down sets the sun.
Little, Helpless, Hopping Cricket
As the cricket
To its fated doom!
Then, as fast as a snake
But the little,
As Rocket chews
I have to force
Shaking, rattling, rolling around,
My Kitchen Floor
|My kitchen floor,
Is where I sit,
Where I dream,
Where I think.My kitchen floor is,
Where I smile,
Where I always feel,
My kitchen floor is where I watch,
Cold shiny tile,
To a secure,
My kitchen floor
Hands floating across,
I Am the Rainbow
|I am the rainbow,
I am yellow,
Piping up with the morning sun,
I am pink,
I am blue,
I am also red,
I am green,
I am the rainbow,
I am the rainbow.
Twelve people waiting in suspension
At the Beach
At the beach, I am at my best,
An Icy Wonderland
I walk up to the stand with fifty cents clinking in my hand.
I go up to the two girls their faces as red as a tomato,
as if they hadn’t had a speck of water or shade for weeks.
The sun was like a heat lamp over our heads.
I order my delicious icy with glee.
I give the silver coins to her and wait, watching every single move as she makes it.
My heart and tummy is filling up with excitement and waiting or the cool feeling to fill me.
The crunching machine hurts my ears as it produces such a delectable dessert.
Finally, the juicy syrup pours on, and she hands the masterpiece to me.
I hold this treasure as if it were made of a crystal clear ruby.
“Ahhhhh,” as I taste the frozen cone.
The crunchy material melts on my tongue like a piece of chocolate over a fire.
I slurp and I slush the sweet blizzard of ice.
Then nothing is left but a soaked paper cone and the aroma of a cold wonderland.
What a treat!