Prose Poetry
#prose
Prose poetry, here you'll find poems without any metrical, or rhyming structure. Poems written or spoken in language in its ordinary form.
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 8:30am
12th Jan 2025 8:30am
Routine
I’m not overly superstitious about things usually. I might have one or two, but that’s a different story, folks. What I am though, is very routine oriented. I don’t freak out if I need to call an audible, but there is a rhythm to everything I do.
Truly though my only superstition is this, I won’t watch my favorite sports teams play in big games, especially championship or tournament games. Because, they lose every time I have watched a game. No joke. They’ve won a few, when I haven’t. But this superstition theory has been battle tested.
“Very superstitious,...
Truly though my only superstition is this, I won’t watch my favorite sports teams play in big games, especially championship or tournament games. Because, they lose every time I have watched a game. No joke. They’ve won a few, when I haven’t. But this superstition theory has been battle tested.
“Very superstitious,...
#prose
106 reads
15 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 9:15am
30th Dec 2024 9:15am
I Have No End For This..
So let’s say one lucky human gets 3 writes that can come true. Some cute green martian knocks on the door, and gives someone a laptop that has 3 writes that will become reality. This is basically a genie in the bottle, grant you three wishes, in an updated story, with a twist or two.
It keeps count automatically, it has a button labeled "complete." That’s how you use one of the writes. It has everything else a normal computer would have, with that one extra button. It can run as Windows or Mac, it’s user-friendly folks.
You can save your work, take...
It keeps count automatically, it has a button labeled "complete." That’s how you use one of the writes. It has everything else a normal computer would have, with that one extra button. It can run as Windows or Mac, it’s user-friendly folks.
You can save your work, take...
#prose
#satirical
168 reads
23 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 4:35am
29th Dec 2024 4:35am
Cavernous Echoes
Cavernous echoes
Inside the chamber
Where dust gathers
Course infinity
Ethereal breath amaze
Comfort succumbs
Filthy hands
Dare to handle
Touch a soul
Death inside
Suffocated prison
Paranoia hinted walls
At the prospect
Closing in
An escape alone
Devoid of purpose
Hidden in truth
Moments recall
Universal secrets
Into the abyss
Graven gaze
Eyes deeply
Fixated hypnosis
Mood transforms
Lust tempts
Deity life transpose
Nothing...
Inside the chamber
Where dust gathers
Course infinity
Ethereal breath amaze
Comfort succumbs
Filthy hands
Dare to handle
Touch a soul
Death inside
Suffocated prison
Paranoia hinted walls
At the prospect
Closing in
An escape alone
Devoid of purpose
Hidden in truth
Moments recall
Universal secrets
Into the abyss
Graven gaze
Eyes deeply
Fixated hypnosis
Mood transforms
Lust tempts
Deity life transpose
Nothing...
#girlfriend
#love
#marriage
#metaphor
#prose
120 reads
6 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 9:11am
27th Dec 2024 9:11am
Unsolicited Observations
#prose
#satirical
67 reads
21 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 11:16am
24th Dec 2024 11:16am
Twas The Night Before A DeadLove Concert
Twas the night before the DeadLove concert at the North Pole. Kringle, hired us to put on a show for the workers. Well he says hired, when actually if was more like threatened and blackmailed to perform a Christmas Miracle.
Apparently, we’re big in the North Pole. Who knew that’s where those lost demo tapes ended up. Small world, huh.
But that’s putting the cart before the horse, folks. This is how the whole situation went down. Some of the details are a bit foggy and horrifying at the same time.
Anyways my younger brother, Garret had...
Apparently, we’re big in the North Pole. Who knew that’s where those lost demo tapes ended up. Small world, huh.
But that’s putting the cart before the horse, folks. This is how the whole situation went down. Some of the details are a bit foggy and horrifying at the same time.
Anyways my younger brother, Garret had...
#Christmas
#prose
91 reads
14 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 2:37pm
22nd Dec 2024 2:37pm
Temperance (Twin Sword of Excalibur)
Everyone knows the story of Excalibur, King Arthur's sword, yet they have forgotten to mention that the creation of Excalibur was not a singular event. A second sword was created—its twin sword, Temperance.
Just as Excalibur was spelled to stay in the stone, it could not be grasped unless the chosen one, the descendant of royal blood, came and retrieved it.
Temperance was spelled and floated high above in the sky.
It was spelled by the Lady of the Lake, the same lady who put a spell on Excalibur. No one knew why she had done this. One day, the sword...
Just as Excalibur was spelled to stay in the stone, it could not be grasped unless the chosen one, the descendant of royal blood, came and retrieved it.
Temperance was spelled and floated high above in the sky.
It was spelled by the Lady of the Lake, the same lady who put a spell on Excalibur. No one knew why she had done this. One day, the sword...
#prose
131 reads
10 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 9:31am
17th Dec 2024 9:31am
Peace Of Mind
I’m Damian, I’m a Starving Artist. Which I think is a good thing, folks. First I should clarify that I’m not literally starving. I simply mean my creativity doesn’t pay the bills. I sometimes believe I wouldn’t have it any other way. Other times, well of course I wondered what that might be like.
But fame seems hollow to me. It’s when bad shit can happen at any given moment. I got a friend of mine who asked if given the opportunity to monetize, Backstage, would I do it?
First off, he’s putting the cart before the horse. Secondly, I think having ads and...
But fame seems hollow to me. It’s when bad shit can happen at any given moment. I got a friend of mine who asked if given the opportunity to monetize, Backstage, would I do it?
First off, he’s putting the cart before the horse. Secondly, I think having ads and...
#prose
115 reads
20 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 5:59am
16th Dec 2024 5:59am
SpotLight - Pete_25
Welcome back to SpotLight, I’m Damian DeadLove. Got another great episode tonight, that I hope you’ll enjoy. This interview segment is meant for the DU community, as a way to get to know about the poet/poetess behind the writes.
Our guest tonight is a poet who lives across the pond, who happens to share a hometown with the Fab Four. That town is, Liverpool, folks. He’s been a member here since, September of 2024. He’s a brilliant writer with a rapid-fire delivery, that manages to stay silky smooth with his rhyme and flow, while charming us with clever wordplay and wit. I’m...
Our guest tonight is a poet who lives across the pond, who happens to share a hometown with the Fab Four. That town is, Liverpool, folks. He’s been a member here since, September of 2024. He’s a brilliant writer with a rapid-fire delivery, that manages to stay silky smooth with his rhyme and flow, while charming us with clever wordplay and wit. I’m...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#prose
122 reads
12 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 11:21pm
15th Dec 2024 11:21pm
The Reawakening of Shar
The beginning of my beginning
You know I should be crying and in hysterics like the women I am tied to at the moment. I should be feeling something for my impending death, but I feel tired. Tired of pretending to be something that I am not. I'm tired of hiding what I can do from these narrow-minded people who think that their God would condone what they are doing. Yeah, enough is enough of living with these self-righteous assholes.
“Excuse me, everyone. I would like to say something before you commence and burn me at the stake.”
The crowd became hushed....
You know I should be crying and in hysterics like the women I am tied to at the moment. I should be feeling something for my impending death, but I feel tired. Tired of pretending to be something that I am not. I'm tired of hiding what I can do from these narrow-minded people who think that their God would condone what they are doing. Yeah, enough is enough of living with these self-righteous assholes.
“Excuse me, everyone. I would like to say something before you commence and burn me at the stake.”
The crowd became hushed....
#prose
191 reads
20 Comments
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 00:22am
8th Dec 2024 00:22am
Why Do Recovering Alcoholics Love Diet Coke?
Mariah brings me carrots, and pasta, and money for thirty diet cokes, if I want.
She hugs me in her orange puffer coat, because she knows I have been scream crying
and bargaining with the universe, again. She’s been doing the same.
She grips me tightly and I cling to her, and we cast a spell that makes the five pm winter darkness
feel less like a life sentence.
Boys said they loved us and left. And that is the familiar knife we keep turning inside ourselves.
We give every twist a new name, but the hole looks the same.
I tell her that I hope they can...
She hugs me in her orange puffer coat, because she knows I have been scream crying
and bargaining with the universe, again. She’s been doing the same.
She grips me tightly and I cling to her, and we cast a spell that makes the five pm winter darkness
feel less like a life sentence.
Boys said they loved us and left. And that is the familiar knife we keep turning inside ourselves.
We give every twist a new name, but the hole looks the same.
I tell her that I hope they can...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#healing
#heartbroken
#prose
123 reads
2 Comments
tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 2:35am
26th Nov 2024 2:35am
Slow Burn
Burning holes
In every photo
And sweater that still smells like you
Leaving behind only ashes and the smell of cigarettes on my finger tips
That pick at my cracked lips
As I watch them ignite the final glimpse of you
Ocean eyes reflecting orange flames
Gripping every last page that wrote the years entangled in memories and growth
And always ended between unwashed sheets
That still smelled like her
A feeling so familiar, yet so far away
With arms around you
Skin to skin
But seeming oceans away
Where I was left...
In every photo
And sweater that still smells like you
Leaving behind only ashes and the smell of cigarettes on my finger tips
That pick at my cracked lips
As I watch them ignite the final glimpse of you
Ocean eyes reflecting orange flames
Gripping every last page that wrote the years entangled in memories and growth
And always ended between unwashed sheets
That still smelled like her
A feeling so familiar, yet so far away
With arms around you
Skin to skin
But seeming oceans away
Where I was left...
#emotional
#grief
#hurt
#love
#prose
78 reads
2 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 9:44am
25th Nov 2024 9:44am
Hope
It occurs to me that I’ve gotten old, perhaps even out of touch. Every generation eventually gets put out to pasture, and their ideas die with them. It’s nature, it’s the ebb and flow of progress. Time passes us by and we have to pass the torch to the future.
The only problem is the human psyche doesn’t wanna let go of being relevant. Because they would then have to face mortality. Don’t believe me? Two words. “Baby Boomers” them some people who don’t wanna let go. I jest. lol. I shouldn’t say it that way though, because when using blanket statements it comes off as arrogant...
The only problem is the human psyche doesn’t wanna let go of being relevant. Because they would then have to face mortality. Don’t believe me? Two words. “Baby Boomers” them some people who don’t wanna let go. I jest. lol. I shouldn’t say it that way though, because when using blanket statements it comes off as arrogant...
#prose
133 reads
12 Comments
DU Poetry : Prose Poetry
