Free verse - when it's done well - can have a simplicity about it which renders it beautiful in its own right. Like a single tulip in a vase as opposed to a huge bouquet.
And sometimes it contains lines and images that stay with you for days.
Philip Larkin's
The Whitsun Weddings is free verse, in that it doesn't rhyme.
It starts:
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That Whitsun, I was late getting away:
Not till about
One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday
Did my three-quarters-empty train pull out,
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What? Where's the skill in that? My Mum might write that in an email - why is that poetry?
But a few lines later you have:
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thence
The river's level drifting breadth began,
Where sky and Lincolnshire and water meet.
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With its wonderful dragging vowels to describe the breadth of the sluggish river.
And:
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All afternoon, through the tall heat that slept
For miles island,
A slow and stopping curve southwards we kept.
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Something I always think about on train journeys.
And my absolute favourite (which again I always think about when approaching London):
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I thought of London spread out in the sun,
Its postal districts packed like squares of wheat
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Sorry. Poetry fan.