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.
doreenheimer
Aether
Aether
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 4:20pm
19th Apr 2025 4:20pm
Entry 3
I’ve seen friends go mad trying to fight these beasts.
I’ve seen comrades tear gas-blind, screaming at riot shields.
I’ve seen friends vanish into the psych wards and come back stitched together wrong.
I’ve seen kids in drag beaten by priests.
I’ve seen anarchists arrested for throwing a single rock,
while fascist militias march in broad daylight with iron crosses and icons held high.
At some point, you stop asking questions like
"Is it getting better?"
or
"Will voting change it?"
And you start asking...
I’ve seen comrades tear gas-blind, screaming at riot shields.
I’ve seen friends vanish into the psych wards and come back stitched together wrong.
I’ve seen kids in drag beaten by priests.
I’ve seen anarchists arrested for throwing a single rock,
while fascist militias march in broad daylight with iron crosses and icons held high.
At some point, you stop asking questions like
"Is it getting better?"
or
"Will voting change it?"
And you start asking...
#memories
#myself
#narrative
#nonfiction
#prose
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doreenheimer
Aether
Aether
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 4:16pm
19th Apr 2025 4:16pm
Entry 2
There are things I still don’t know how to write about.
Not because I don’t remember them—but because memory feels too small for what they carry.
I was only a child in 2008, but I remember the sounds.
The deep, mechanical thunder of tanks rolling through Gori hills.
Russian ones, crawling like steel insects across the land, dragging fear behind them like smoke.
Mother told me not to look, but I did anyway.
I had to.
Some part of me, only being nine years old, already knew—I needed to remember what war looked like if I was going to survive in the shadow...
Not because I don’t remember them—but because memory feels too small for what they carry.
I was only a child in 2008, but I remember the sounds.
The deep, mechanical thunder of tanks rolling through Gori hills.
Russian ones, crawling like steel insects across the land, dragging fear behind them like smoke.
Mother told me not to look, but I did anyway.
I had to.
Some part of me, only being nine years old, already knew—I needed to remember what war looked like if I was going to survive in the shadow...
#memories
#myself
#narrative
#nonfiction
#prose
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doreenheimer
Aether
Aether
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 11:12am
18th Apr 2025 11:12am
Entry 1
I never quite know how to start these things.
For all the hours I've spent alone with notebooks and loose scraps of thought, non-fiction—if that’s even what this counts as—has never been my strength.
This isn’t a memoir. It’s not an autobiography. And it sure as hell isn’t a diary. But I digress.
I’m just some punk in my late twenties, born and raised in Georgia, right by the seaside banks of Batumi.
Living in what I often call a post-Soviet dystopia, something I’ve repeated many times to my comrade Marsy—more about them soon.
Like any proper Anarchist,...
For all the hours I've spent alone with notebooks and loose scraps of thought, non-fiction—if that’s even what this counts as—has never been my strength.
This isn’t a memoir. It’s not an autobiography. And it sure as hell isn’t a diary. But I digress.
I’m just some punk in my late twenties, born and raised in Georgia, right by the seaside banks of Batumi.
Living in what I often call a post-Soviet dystopia, something I’ve repeated many times to my comrade Marsy—more about them soon.
Like any proper Anarchist,...
#memories
#myself
#narrative
#nonfiction
#prose
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tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 5:30am
18th Apr 2025 5:30am
bloom
I wish you would be more gentle with me
And see how I’ve been torn apart
Like a fallen rose
Petals scattered on concrete floors
Passers by stepping on every piece
Stripped down to only the bud
And hiding away as the air becomes chill
Such a damaging cycle for something so beautiful
No wonder I’ve grown so many thorns
Yet, I will still bloom again
And see how I’ve been torn apart
Like a fallen rose
Petals scattered on concrete floors
Passers by stepping on every piece
Stripped down to only the bud
And hiding away as the air becomes chill
Such a damaging cycle for something so beautiful
No wonder I’ve grown so many thorns
Yet, I will still bloom again
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
#prose
#rose
#suffering
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tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
12th Apr 2025 5:06am
12th Apr 2025 5:06am
morning
Such novel thoughts
As I pushed your hair from in front of your eyes
To read your fragile gaze while we fall into bed
Moon lit beams shine on our interlocked hands
Counting the freckles on my shoulder
I could lay here forever
Humming you to sleep
Adjusting the blankets to make sure to rest comfortably
So fondly I feel for your soul
Morning comes and you’re so quick to undress me
I was hoping to undress your mind before
Expecting to hear you dreamt of us
I know I did ~
In...
As I pushed your hair from in front of your eyes
To read your fragile gaze while we fall into bed
Moon lit beams shine on our interlocked hands
Counting the freckles on my shoulder
I could lay here forever
Humming you to sleep
Adjusting the blankets to make sure to rest comfortably
So fondly I feel for your soul
Morning comes and you’re so quick to undress me
I was hoping to undress your mind before
Expecting to hear you dreamt of us
I know I did ~
In...
#disappointment
#love
#prose
#rejection
#sensual
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Solomon_Song
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 8:51pm
7th Apr 2025 8:51pm
BEDROOM SCENE (INSPIRED BY NIZANA)
#erotic
#fiction
#prose #sex
#prose #sex
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Connotation
Poem Published
6th Apr 2025 3:13am
6th Apr 2025 3:13am
21st Century Psychic Wars
Long worn out from the 21st century psychic wars
Shifting paradigm algorithms stimulate
The crux of slavery
Where no man is, someone goes to corrupt
Destructive deception, deceptive destruction
Emotional disposition is secondary to psychological conditioning
The law language logistics legislate logic
Hearts on sleeves beat like machines
A cover drumming to drilling for oil
Carnality, sounding crescendo
Masses concentrated convert magic to money
Money becomes nothing, like relativity meets alchemy
Family value is...
Shifting paradigm algorithms stimulate
The crux of slavery
Where no man is, someone goes to corrupt
Destructive deception, deceptive destruction
Emotional disposition is secondary to psychological conditioning
The law language logistics legislate logic
Hearts on sleeves beat like machines
A cover drumming to drilling for oil
Carnality, sounding crescendo
Masses concentrated convert magic to money
Money becomes nothing, like relativity meets alchemy
Family value is...
#humankind
#metaphor
#morality
#prose
#spiritual
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Umm
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 6:08pm
4th Apr 2025 6:08pm
04.0.4.2025
How do you handle sunsets
with the pink underbellies of birds
in flight and cotton candy skies
turning blue to gray to pink to purple
while you're laying in bed saying yes & no to the one you love
while his eyes;
you can't look at them
with the pink underbellies of birds
in flight and cotton candy skies
turning blue to gray to pink to purple
while you're laying in bed saying yes & no to the one you love
while his eyes;
you can't look at them
#nonfiction
#prose
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tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
31st Mar 2025 00:21am
31st Mar 2025 00:21am
* soft wishes *
melting away into your chilled hands
scattered winds blow hair into your forest colored eyes
setting my soul on fire with every gaze
such a different energy than the ones who came and went
i was never made to love so many who were lost
to be left stranded and picking up the pieces of who i once was
only to find myself in front of you
quietly trying to crawl inside of your mind
to hear your every thought
searching every pathway to validate you feel the same
scanning the breath you let out with every word i speak
to ensure i am not...
scattered winds blow hair into your forest colored eyes
setting my soul on fire with every gaze
such a different energy than the ones who came and went
i was never made to love so many who were lost
to be left stranded and picking up the pieces of who i once was
only to find myself in front of you
quietly trying to crawl inside of your mind
to hear your every thought
searching every pathway to validate you feel the same
scanning the breath you let out with every word i speak
to ensure i am not...
#dreams
#hope
#love
#prose
#romantic
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tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
28th Mar 2025 2:26am
28th Mar 2025 2:26am
~so simple~
It was never difficult
Until you got twisted in your skull
And saw me as a threat to your ego
So flimsy
False
Weak-
It was always so simple
Just to be there
As hands meet under silk sheets
As lips spill future desires
As heart beat in tandem
We were glistening souls
And you took that as violence
To twist me into a villain
In a story only you could read
For seeing you as whole
And not the ones who made you this way
But you made it about her
To protect the gentle sides of you
That I...
Until you got twisted in your skull
And saw me as a threat to your ego
So flimsy
False
Weak-
It was always so simple
Just to be there
As hands meet under silk sheets
As lips spill future desires
As heart beat in tandem
We were glistening souls
And you took that as violence
To twist me into a villain
In a story only you could read
For seeing you as whole
And not the ones who made you this way
But you made it about her
To protect the gentle sides of you
That I...
#emotional
#hurt
#love
#SelfReflection
#prose
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tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 5:41am
21st Mar 2025 5:41am
what’s wrong with me?
Lying so peacefully with a dying rose
And at 3am I finally began to doze
To dream of your lavender glows
Watering my mind to prolong my decompose
Silencing the way of your ebb and flows
Using me as distraction as winter began its froze
Familiar woes ~
Clenching me so tightly
Intimate nights were starting to effect us slightly
Singing you to sleep, so gently, so quietly
You gave me every reason to believe you and rightly
You kissed my bleeding lips, so lightly
Gently ~
Ingesting every word and breath you...
And at 3am I finally began to doze
To dream of your lavender glows
Watering my mind to prolong my decompose
Silencing the way of your ebb and flows
Using me as distraction as winter began its froze
Familiar woes ~
Clenching me so tightly
Intimate nights were starting to effect us slightly
Singing you to sleep, so gently, so quietly
You gave me every reason to believe you and rightly
You kissed my bleeding lips, so lightly
Gently ~
Ingesting every word and breath you...
#hurt
#love
#prose
#rejection
#sadness
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Rew
Poem Published
20th Mar 2025 7:18pm
20th Mar 2025 7:18pm
Strong words+
age, air, alcohol, ale, amber, ammo, ankle, apart, ape, apple, arms, arrows, ass, athleticness, aunt, back, bacon, bag, bags, bailiffs, ball, ballerina, band, bandit, bang, bank, banker, bar, barrel, batter, battle, baying, bears, beasts, beautician, bed, bee, bees, bell, belle, bells, belly, belts, bike, birch, bird, birds, birth, bishop, blackberry, blades, bleed, blind, blocked, blood, bloody, blow, blowing, blows, boards, boat, bodies, body, bomb, bone, bones, book, boom, boomerangs, boot, boots, booze, bottles, bouquets, boutique, bowl, bows, box, boy, boys, brain, brains, brass,...
#prose
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DU Poetry : Prose Poetry
