The following poem "To be alive, to be aware" is another type of the nonmetrical poetry in the literary style called vers libre. As said free verse is like casual speech and is difficult to recognize as poetry.

To be alive, to be aware

Colours whiz by me ?
Flashing,
Kaleidoscope designs.
I can pick out bright greens
and dull greys, swirling reds.
Everything mixes together
and become one.

Noises are loud, accentuated
to high pitch volume.
My mind explodes with sounds of my heart beating,
of my eyelids blinking,
of my breath inhaling-
and exhailing.

I am alive! I am aware ?
of all that surrounds me-
I am keenly perceptive.
I can read your mind,
hear what you are thinking.
Predict your future actions.
Then! I am in Heaven.

Dead ? yet alive.
Sailing through puffs of
white clouds.
Flying on wings above the
entire world.
I can see all, do all.
And I know all.
The feeling is exhilarating-
I am ready to explode
with the beauty I have seen.
The knowledge I have learned.
Again the colours whiz by ?
Quickly, whirling-
round and round and round.

It is very well known that the purpose of poetry is highly diverse. Some poems are meant to entertain, others to inform. The following poem "Self conquered" serves as a basis for meditation.