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.
Pauciloquent
Poem Published
Today 5:55am
Today 5:55am
What is Sleep
I feel like sleep isn’t a state of being or verb but a thing. An animal, a monster, a consumer. I feel like sleep wasn’t made to be peaceful, to be enjoyed, to be sought. I feel like sleep gnaws at my bones, my eyes, my mind. I feel like sleep is meant to be guarded against, to be detested and shunned, to be considered sacred. I feel like sleep is a god of death toying with my mortality, enjoying all the times I slip into its embrace and breathe for what could always be the last time, should it have the whim.
#prose
#sleep
#StreamOfConsciousness
5 reads
0 Comments
Pauciloquent
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:19pm
Yesterday 11:19pm
How a Brain Works
Maybe my brain runs on tracks, spinning wheels over iron bars, going too fast to go back. Maybe my brain is a highway of cars, going 90 in a 60, looking more like shooting stars. Maybe my brain is just a mystery, an enigma even to me. Wouldn’t that be a tragedy.
#identity
#prose
#myself #StreamOfConsciousness
#myself #StreamOfConsciousness
10 reads
0 Comments
Pauciloquent
Poem Published
13th Jun 2019 10:06pm
13th Jun 2019 10:06pm
The Affect of Death
How does death take so much at once? To take a breath, a heart beat, a soul, a sanity. How does it sweep by so fast we never know to look back? To lose a mind, a trillion memories. To watch as it takes from us nothing we could ever miss yet everything we’ve ever adored. How does death take something so finite with an effect so indefinite it might as well be infinite?
#death
#prose
#StreamOfConsciousness
17 reads
1 Comment
ImperfectedStone
P M Banks
P M Banks
Poem Published
13th Jun 2019 9:31am
13th Jun 2019 9:31am
Truth about Romance
You and I aren't the best couple,
sometimes we're not even mediocre,
sometimes loving you boils my blood and makes me weep with fury,
sometimes it feels numbed and almost lost in a maze of life's many duties.
You and I aren't romantic,
we don't dance or gift flowers,
we don't always remember important events,
we don't kiss in the intervals of noise and business.
You are the love of my life,
you are my sanctuary, my best friend, all that is hopeful and good in me,
for you I would climb mountains, face falls, push myself...
sometimes we're not even mediocre,
sometimes loving you boils my blood and makes me weep with fury,
sometimes it feels numbed and almost lost in a maze of life's many duties.
You and I aren't romantic,
we don't dance or gift flowers,
we don't always remember important events,
we don't kiss in the intervals of noise and business.
You are the love of my life,
you are my sanctuary, my best friend, all that is hopeful and good in me,
for you I would climb mountains, face falls, push myself...
#love
#hope
#marriage #prose
#marriage #prose
48 reads
8 Comments
Pauciloquent
Poem Published
10th Jun 2019 11:53am
10th Jun 2019 11:53am
Worship a Song
What is a song about? A prose on a melody, with words that delude me, confuse me, and allude me to think they apply to me. Lyrics so vague they might as well say nothing at all, refusing me even the basics of similarity, solidarity, identity. I worship false words, if only to worship anything at all.
#prose
#myself
26 reads
1 Comment
Pauciloquent
Poem Published
10th Jun 2019 2:31am
10th Jun 2019 2:31am
I Think I Think
I think a lot about cognitive dissonance and the distance between sanity and reality and what that all really means to me. I think about names and labels and how they’re the same thing but praises are sung when wars aren’t won and the battle’s been lost but they say it’s okay because it’s all just in the name of the game. I like to think about counting rabbits and hares, always splitting hairs, being right every time we fight. I think a lot, I think. About how brains work and people move, a person’s heart beats their own tune, and we’re a melody as long as we long to get along. I think people...
#prose
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
32 reads
1 Comment
PandoraUnleashed
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2019 1:38am
2nd Jun 2019 1:38am
Keeping The Tab....
#funny
#prose
215 reads
35 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
26th May 2019 8:24am
26th May 2019 8:24am
SPILLING
#sex
#erotic
#prose
159 reads
6 Comments
PandoraUnleashed
Poem Published
26th May 2019 4:32am
26th May 2019 4:32am
Sea Of Love
Allow me to narrate my love upon your
iron seat. Shhh, .... just the impassioned cries of surrender, no spoken words need be conveyed. Lay your head and thoughts to rest between my cusping palms, grant me this war to wage for us. As I deftly feel each burden and desire cast forth in reflection, your mind is mine to cipher and conquer. My every heart string is in offering, to lace with yours; a mosaic of dulcet songs, can they sing to a united flutter. Eye to eye, and lips to lips; we'll meet soul to soul, as you greet the depths of my seismic sea;
.....my love spilling...
iron seat. Shhh, .... just the impassioned cries of surrender, no spoken words need be conveyed. Lay your head and thoughts to rest between my cusping palms, grant me this war to wage for us. As I deftly feel each burden and desire cast forth in reflection, your mind is mine to cipher and conquer. My every heart string is in offering, to lace with yours; a mosaic of dulcet songs, can they sing to a united flutter. Eye to eye, and lips to lips; we'll meet soul to soul, as you greet the depths of my seismic sea;
.....my love spilling...
#erotic
#prose
#lover #sensual
#lover #sensual
281 reads
41 Comments
PandoraUnleashed
Poem Published
20th May 2019 8:27am
20th May 2019 8:27am
Pulsing In The Deep...
#lust
#erotic
#prose
#lover
#dirty
602 reads
40 Comments
Lothbrok
Poem Published
19th May 2019 8:38am
19th May 2019 8:38am
Exit Stage Left.
Ever wander around the bustling cities and still feel alone?
Maybe even find yourself on a park bench, watching others play roles of society.
Becoming the audience to their story, as they are dancing, running and walking across the stage. The sky consists of the stage lightning, Hell is the under stage,
Heaven is backstage and you would be understudies.
When the curtain falls, does the audience praise your performance?
The role you've played, grand or not, are they laughing? Applauding?
Your God's the director, your parents the stars and characters you try...
Maybe even find yourself on a park bench, watching others play roles of society.
Becoming the audience to their story, as they are dancing, running and walking across the stage. The sky consists of the stage lightning, Hell is the under stage,
Heaven is backstage and you would be understudies.
When the curtain falls, does the audience praise your performance?
The role you've played, grand or not, are they laughing? Applauding?
Your God's the director, your parents the stars and characters you try...
#prose
62 reads
4 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
16th May 2019 2:59am
16th May 2019 2:59am
He likes to poetically whore himself out, and gets upset because I'm a dirty whore for his poetic theatrics...
The boldness of him unravels me as I can see the strength in his vulnerability, and he has a front row seat to all my dirty little secrets, and my internal dilemmas as I navigate my way through the break down of life, whilst finding solace in the layers of his primal instincts, disclosed and undisclosed as I slide up and down upon his need to actualise his raw desires, and all those feelings that lay dormant are now reawakened at the thought of him, plunging into my tight wet exhilarating aura as we merge upon one another.
The simplicity of us is the touchstone to sailing upon a...
The simplicity of us is the touchstone to sailing upon a...
#prose
82 reads
5 Comments
DU Poetry : Prose Poetry
