where are the poems that do not rhyme?

as a poet in conversation,
"good" doesn't seem good enough;
any other descriptor would be much
more satisfying:

delicious.
rich.
magical.
stirring.
great.
tasty.
de­cent.
exceptional.
creative.
pretty.
please.
anything.
else.

Marvel at the sun--any closer and
we'd all be dead.
Man...this planet's great, so many things
to buy!
Savings to checking, please.
Off at 6, on at 6; these jets scare me
every time--every ******* time!

Screams and stomps rattle
my skull
I'm practically chanting ****
****      ****      ****
****!     ****!
but all that squirms out is a whimper
every time--every ******* time!
                                         Cowardess.

I would hate to become one asset of myself
What if I was only shy
or organized
What if I was simply irritable
or just funny
What if I was only good at math
Nothing else
If I was a one dimensional being
How sad would it be
To be defined by one part of yourself
I am whole
I am my own person
I can be all those things
You wouldn't define me by one attribute
So don't define me by who I love
Because she is my one "Only"

The love of my life.
My person who is supposed
to be here with me.  

Is not.

My person cannot  
see past our history.
We'll always be more.

Than friends.

Hands limp and bodies warm
Legs intertwined

She sleeps on my side

Dark blue sheets losing my scent
Illuminated by moonlight

She sleeps on my side

Heavy breathing
And arms wrapped tight

She sleeps on my side

His deep voice and lazy bones
Tired eyes

She sleeps on my side

Your intentions confirmed
Our love denied

She sleeps on my side

Sometimes* I cannot describe exactly what I
Feel Sometimes it's hard to say exactly what is
Real Sometimes I tend to stray more towards the
Dark Sometimes I fear that I haven't made a
Mark Sometimes I think that I am running out of
Time Sometimes I wonder if this life is really
Mine Sometimes I feel like I am forever
Scarred Sometimes I feel like everyone is
Marred Always I tend to think these things inside my
Head Always I think them but only sometimes they are
*Said

Feelings that cannot feel
Reaching the max
Caring to the point of apathy
I wish there was a boundary
A stop
An end
Instead of excess there is less
Empty hollowed out feelings
I care
I care
I care so much
I can't feel anything
at all