I heard what you said, and I held it under a smile
Your passive aggressiveness and dry tinder on the ground
Disrupted the natural fire cycle and left flames burning under winter snow
Where there will be nothing. Nothing but a patch of fresh green shoots
And many more bloated deer carcasses for you to nibble upon.
A free verse poem has no set pattern for line or stanza length. Rhyme is not used, or it is used sparingly. The line length and the rhythm or the lines are dictated by the natural rhythm of speech or other concerns such as emphasis on a particular word, image, or idea.