Free verse is an open form of poetry, which in its modern form arose through the French vers libre form. It does not use consistent meter patterns, rhyme, or any musical pattern. It thus tends to follow the rhythm of natural speech.
A rhetorical question is a question that's asked for effect, not because someone is expecting a genuine answer to it. A rhetorical question is usually used to emphasize a situation or a point of discussion. ... It is used as a rhetorical device, meaning that it's employed in an effort to persuade the reader of something.
Twice, thrice and toto-frice? I consolidated visionaries and pander to picturesque paper planes my no-muse-phantasm perspired a subfusc syllabic synchronization of thoughts and vexatious turmoil trespassing the point of my lifeless nefarious-nib,
Using a bleaching-burner I shan't efface eulogia which I traveled by my wings, so-called libraries and when I relish that tangy sourdough of inked-journals I morph into so autumnal-auburn-ashes
I have travelled on paper-palimpsests trailing towards the manuscripts meandering on streams of solitude selecting a succored-sauntering synecdoche and bled bonfires to those dark and doused palabras
A safari to hunt the seraph of poetries or a globetrotting to gleam glossaries I've smouldered suffixes and massacred mutilated poetries.
(As I saw in the comments not many people got the actual point of this poem let me give you all a summary about this, This is a poem about a quill which sum up the visionaries to indulge and carve Paper planes through fantasy and trespass through the turmoil of its bewildering sync of thoughts and life which are odious to its nib it will die inside a bleaching-burner will keep writing itself eulogies will travel the hidden libraries and will taste that sour journal of those ole journals it will change into autumn then will be auburn ashes. It will travel on palimpsests, manuscripts, solitude, will succour the selected synecdoche by sauntering on them and will bleed fire to dead words. Whether to hunt the poetries or to travel through the world of glossaries it'll burn the suffixes and maimed poems. Hope this help you all)
Used letter u m n i and formed a seven letter word Minutes
To My hearts constant pounding
As the moondust slowly drifts in the unifying fragnance of night flowers, humming of glowbums fills up the air creating a light house of minutes we spent. Ninety six minutes where you made me feel like everything. 96th minute where you impaled me to speak those three words, the words which never held any meaning to me, now makes me roll my tonque effortlessly just imagining your presence.
The minutes where you added a curve to my lips, a smile that radiants seemingly even in the darkest of nights. Minutes runs into days and inturn to months but these smiles that eludes bliss acts like the artifacts of every minutes of time I spent with you.
your very touch in those minutes made me skip my heartbeat and my heart flutterered like a butterfly dancing under the sun. Your stubborness of holding me close like a little kid yearning for his candy, made me melt in your arms. A hug, a kiss on my forehead made my heart played a hopscotch of emotions, filled with sea of roses, fixing my ruptured soul
Your strength and guidance compelled me to stand like a dandellion standing amidst the stupor, keeping me away from going astray. The belief your eyes held, restored my fractured faith inside me.
Those 96 minutes I lived a life, filled with everything. For, you the reason of my being, my survival, encapsulating every thought of mine, I exit the the labyrinth with the dawning of new tomorrow with hope and faith to add one more minute to those minutes spent with you