better known as free verse if you're not trying to be fancy about it which you shouldn't be because it's not.  It can rhyme, or not, but it does not have a set metrical pattern or conform to any traditional form; thereby, it is free.  Free to do and be whatever it will become. Look for it here:

A World of Daughters by Yusef Komunyakaa

Pura Vida by S.M.(M).L.

It's a dream-like state 
we've entered into
because people aren't 
supposed to get on this well,
and everyone isn't supposed 
to be this beautiful.
It's not so simple
to just be
yourself.
We stepped into the humidity
emptied of our realities.
Cleansed of our pasts,
we were without faults.
We were regressed 
to a world where even
if we understood those
we heard we couldn't
portray what we felt.
We simply did not have the words.
We were innocent and wide-
eyed again.
Surrounded by ocean
we became grown again
in a new life,
with new love.
In an abstract world 
that means nothing
to the outsider
but everything to those within
because we called it home.
We slept soundly 
in our beds.
Became accustomed 
to new ways and places.
It seemed regular.
Life appeared real.
And now, we slip from
our slumber and
vividness fades and like
all dreams we'll never
be able to portray exactly 
what it meant.
The sound of Hermosa waves
crashed is never quite 
so clear.
Vibrant turquoise Caribbean
will appear faded.
Sun slit through palm
leaves won't squint 
their eyes,
but we will remember,
we can see it clearly.
We know pura vida.