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.
Simon_III_Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Poem Published
17th Nov 2019 6:08am
17th Nov 2019 6:08am
He Stands Still to Contemplate
Everybody he had loved was gone
They didn't leave him per say
It was just that they were all
In different phases of their lives
He was still stuck
In the same phase of life
Still Contemplating his own life
He was still putting together
The pieces of the bigger puzzle
Which forms this thing
He calls his dream
His life seemed mellow
His actions seemed
To be making him
go around in circles
What was he supposed to do?
Was he supposed to do
What everybody tells him to?
Was he...
They didn't leave him per say
It was just that they were all
In different phases of their lives
He was still stuck
In the same phase of life
Still Contemplating his own life
He was still putting together
The pieces of the bigger puzzle
Which forms this thing
He calls his dream
His life seemed mellow
His actions seemed
To be making him
go around in circles
What was he supposed to do?
Was he supposed to do
What everybody tells him to?
Was he...
#prose
#SelfDiscovery
20 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 00:03am
12th Nov 2019 00:03am
no future ..
since the future recedes into
now might be a good time to pause ..
now might be a good time to pause ..
#prose
35 reads
3 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
11th Nov 2019 3:53am
11th Nov 2019 3:53am
Peter Petunia and the Impotent Succubus, (under the stairwell)
Unreal flecks of dark colors floated in the thick, stuffy blackness. Her small heart racing, she grasped her wrist and turned the watch to face her. She wanted to press the two little buttons for light, even though it barely glowed anymore when she was stuck under here by her angry brother.
She needed to see something… promises in voiceless whispers floated to herself. “I will ask daddy to get a new battery next time we talk.” A sob rose into her throat. Last time 2 days ago she tried to do that.
Forrest and Perl were too locked in discussion… their voices in various...
She needed to see something… promises in voiceless whispers floated to herself. “I will ask daddy to get a new battery next time we talk.” A sob rose into her throat. Last time 2 days ago she tried to do that.
Forrest and Perl were too locked in discussion… their voices in various...
#fairies
#prose
#magic
31 reads
3 Comments
runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
10th Nov 2019 10:53pm
10th Nov 2019 10:53pm
Evil by distorted geometry
To concur as of the Axis Mundi world spirit connected in the five. It is the
flowing heart we all feel and the only magic that is real however as with
humans there is always a dark side that strives for the reversed impetus.
Thus we manifest from outer and inner inspiration as with the geocentric
view of the annual path of Venus forming an almost but broken pentagram
due to a final retrograde motion from our perspective as well as a broken
pentagram in the city layout of Washington D.C. and in the story of Faust as
the question put to Mephistopheles of how...
flowing heart we all feel and the only magic that is real however as with
humans there is always a dark side that strives for the reversed impetus.
Thus we manifest from outer and inner inspiration as with the geocentric
view of the annual path of Venus forming an almost but broken pentagram
due to a final retrograde motion from our perspective as well as a broken
pentagram in the city layout of Washington D.C. and in the story of Faust as
the question put to Mephistopheles of how...
#prose
#philosophical
114 reads
4 Comments
PandoraUnleashed
Poem Published
31st Oct 2019 11:17am
31st Oct 2019 11:17am
Wonderland { Illusional } Cravings
She'll always crave the wildfire intensity his matchbook mind could ignite from
such an expanse of miles
Within the blank space of needy white thighs, only he held the torch capable of creating that inferno of desire
The mere strike alone could singe into an adrenaline addiction, 'til napalm nightmares were borne of their frenzied sins
Fact over fiction, it would all fall to shit & she doesn't have it in her to go fiending after those bittersweet inflictions
...
such an expanse of miles
Within the blank space of needy white thighs, only he held the torch capable of creating that inferno of desire
The mere strike alone could singe into an adrenaline addiction, 'til napalm nightmares were borne of their frenzied sins
Fact over fiction, it would all fall to shit & she doesn't have it in her to go fiending after those bittersweet inflictions
...
#lust
#technology
#prose #PowerOfWords
#prose #PowerOfWords
300 reads
26 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
28th Oct 2019 7:57pm
28th Oct 2019 7:57pm
Brinkton Fartentuaht
#narrative
#ShortStory
#prose
50 reads
0 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
25th Oct 2019 9:58pm
25th Oct 2019 9:58pm
Apprenticeship
It is by far the biggest document I have, too large to fit in the flame proof box they insisted I bought. I often wondered why it was so big, perhaps it was to match the four years of training that lead to the final signatures. It was such a proud day.
We were in the boardroom, the best china was on the trolley and the tea had been scalded next to a plate of posh biscuits. Dad was well prepared, he had set fire to his nasal hair with a small party candle and used half a styptic pencil on his, over-zealous shaving cuts. A Brylcreem bounce set off his best blue suit and he had spent...
We were in the boardroom, the best china was on the trolley and the tea had been scalded next to a plate of posh biscuits. Dad was well prepared, he had set fire to his nasal hair with a small party candle and used half a styptic pencil on his, over-zealous shaving cuts. A Brylcreem bounce set off his best blue suit and he had spent...
#prose
55 reads
2 Comments
sunsettown
Poem Published
18th Oct 2019 10:48pm
18th Oct 2019 10:48pm
ember after the rain
It was a long day at the office today
And tell me, who calls a meeting on a Friday afternoon?
Well, I did! And I ended up ridiculing myself,
once again.
I should have put a little more thoughts about what I had to say.
Later, stood by my window,
I watched the rain filter its dark grey sky through my thoughts.
wasn’t sure if through the glass
I was actually watching the miserable rain
or myself
I looked around the office floor, everyone was gone.
It was too dark to see anything outside either,
but I could...
And tell me, who calls a meeting on a Friday afternoon?
Well, I did! And I ended up ridiculing myself,
once again.
I should have put a little more thoughts about what I had to say.
Later, stood by my window,
I watched the rain filter its dark grey sky through my thoughts.
wasn’t sure if through the glass
I was actually watching the miserable rain
or myself
I looked around the office floor, everyone was gone.
It was too dark to see anything outside either,
but I could...
#LifeStruggles
#rain
#prose
116 reads
5 Comments
Chris_Pleasures
Poem Published
1st Oct 2019 5:00am
1st Oct 2019 5:00am
Pimp Syl
There has been proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that a chicken shit bitch would not help you out.
Before I was pimpin, just messin around, I was stealing and fucking everything that was not nailed down.
Til I met this one bitch who was down on her luck, so I took the bitch and I dressed her up.
To prove her appreciation she start turning tricks, first night out she turned 26.
She was making good money but that wasn't enough, so I got me a connection and start dealing that STUFF.
A couple of nights that hoe didn't show, another pimp in...
Before I was pimpin, just messin around, I was stealing and fucking everything that was not nailed down.
Til I met this one bitch who was down on her luck, so I took the bitch and I dressed her up.
To prove her appreciation she start turning tricks, first night out she turned 26.
She was making good money but that wasn't enough, so I got me a connection and start dealing that STUFF.
A couple of nights that hoe didn't show, another pimp in...
#betrayal
#narrative
#ShortStory
#prose
#revenge
81 reads
0 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 10:25am
15th Sep 2019 10:25am
The New Norm
( prose poetry )
There’s a ubiquitous stain throughout the house, in every room. A brown sepia that comes from the fires blazing over the low summits of hills from the coastline on a regular basis. The windows are perpetually shut tight but still the stench of burnoff seeps in. The ocean’s sea breeze has long become a wet-dream memory.
Supper has long gone cold and sits abandoned in the small gas stove. It’s been an hour since she drew herself a bath only to lay her bareness across the double bed; its sheets disheveled and matted from the morning’s...
There’s a ubiquitous stain throughout the house, in every room. A brown sepia that comes from the fires blazing over the low summits of hills from the coastline on a regular basis. The windows are perpetually shut tight but still the stench of burnoff seeps in. The ocean’s sea breeze has long become a wet-dream memory.
Supper has long gone cold and sits abandoned in the small gas stove. It’s been an hour since she drew herself a bath only to lay her bareness across the double bed; its sheets disheveled and matted from the morning’s...
#hate
#marriage
#fire #prose
#fire #prose
225 reads
19 Comments
PandoraUnleashed
Poem Published
9th Sep 2019 7:32pm
9th Sep 2019 7:32pm
Let The Consumption Begin....
Piercing glass jars of sapphire wishes gaze into hazeled gems, both thirsting in anticipation of hundred proof sips wrapped in kisses. In a gravitational pull, his psyche transcends within, unraveling my soul as each breath consumes the translations of his tongue, my body absorbing every wordless whisper. Chemical fixations collide as our pheremones ignite, white lightning tendrils rendering claim between our hearts and thighs. His throaty timbre inks and stains such eager greed upon my lips and tongue.....
...the radiating warmth and inhebriation of our labored fuck has just begun.
...the radiating warmth and inhebriation of our labored fuck has just begun.
#lust
#prose
#lover #sensual
#lover #sensual
391 reads
35 Comments
Phlatonmeback
Phlat
Phlat
Poem Published
6th Sep 2019 6:58pm
6th Sep 2019 6:58pm
Desire
Art and prose by Phlat.
Desire
Desire...insatiable desire
So strong those engulfing
Waves that can... and will devour
I am the wet stretched canvas
To her fingers gentle artistry
Mistress of my masterstroke
I'm whipped and sucked
Into the wild enchantment
Of her temptress whirlpool eyes
Swollen by the pulse of lust
Straddled by her silk wet thighs
That marsh moist valley
Of her enticement where
I probe the luscious undergrowth
With thrusting tongue
But fingers first...
...
Desire
Desire...insatiable desire
So strong those engulfing
Waves that can... and will devour
I am the wet stretched canvas
To her fingers gentle artistry
Mistress of my masterstroke
I'm whipped and sucked
Into the wild enchantment
Of her temptress whirlpool eyes
Swollen by the pulse of lust
Straddled by her silk wet thighs
That marsh moist valley
Of her enticement where
I probe the luscious undergrowth
With thrusting tongue
But fingers first...
...
#erotic
#prose
#lover #passion
#lover #passion
328 reads
6 Comments
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