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.
wild_thing_
Poem Published
Today 4:26am
Today 4:26am
Dear Emily Dickinson
Dear Emily
I am turning sixteen next week.
almost the age you were
when you began writing your legacy on scraps of paper.
they told you to write with a pen
but instead
you tore out your veins, dear emily
and you tore out your heart and you wrote in red.
I am turning sixteen next week.
almost the age you were
when you began writing your legacy on scraps of paper.
they told you to write with a pen
but instead
you tore out your veins, dear emily
and you tore out your heart and you wrote in red.
#prose
#suffering
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EleazarSwan
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:39pm
Yesterday 8:39pm
A Romanian Word
Daca am reusit ceva in viata
Ca soarele care creste pe apa
Sa sti, draga, ca ti-am iubit
Mai mult de cat o fost venit
Cati zorile vine si seara trece
Si inima iubitilor se raceste
Iar focul tau ma incalzeste
Ci fara tine, cine este?
Cantati! Chemati-va toti impreuna
Vino! Adunati-va la mine, voi fara pastor;
Fiindca ti-am chemat de nume
Cu numele care ti-am dat in urma
Pazeste-te! Vezi lacul meu de fier;
Vezi razboiul; pleci de aici!
Uitati-va la voi, la strainatatea ta;
Fara granita, fara mila; ...
Ca soarele care creste pe apa
Sa sti, draga, ca ti-am iubit
Mai mult de cat o fost venit
Cati zorile vine si seara trece
Si inima iubitilor se raceste
Iar focul tau ma incalzeste
Ci fara tine, cine este?
Cantati! Chemati-va toti impreuna
Vino! Adunati-va la mine, voi fara pastor;
Fiindca ti-am chemat de nume
Cu numele care ti-am dat in urma
Pazeste-te! Vezi lacul meu de fier;
Vezi razboiul; pleci de aici!
Uitati-va la voi, la strainatatea ta;
Fara granita, fara mila; ...
#prose
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fieryangelsouljia
M6rr6g6n
M6rr6g6n
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2022 00:29am
3rd Jan 2022 00:29am
"Woke"
These asinine colonizers...
Neo liberalism is class warfare too. Just a different brand. Retrumplicans and Talibangelists are the same evil flipped on the opposite side of the same coin.
These rose quartz fucking, tie dyed, tantra peace and light dreadlock wearing white motherfuckers will call cultures who practice scaring away evil spirits insane yet purchase sage to "cleanse space of negative energy."
they'll call people who eat meat "yet to be vegans" and say we are as unattractive as people who smoke.
Some people smoke because they have to deal with...
Neo liberalism is class warfare too. Just a different brand. Retrumplicans and Talibangelists are the same evil flipped on the opposite side of the same coin.
These rose quartz fucking, tie dyed, tantra peace and light dreadlock wearing white motherfuckers will call cultures who practice scaring away evil spirits insane yet purchase sage to "cleanse space of negative energy."
they'll call people who eat meat "yet to be vegans" and say we are as unattractive as people who smoke.
Some people smoke because they have to deal with...
#politics
#BDSM
#prose
#racism
#CallToAction
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adagio
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2021 5:25pm
22nd Dec 2021 5:25pm
Whimsy
It was a wistful longing for the night winds that had me pawing dark sensuality. As my breath condensate in a brume of sooted smoke from the nearby chimneys. And I grinning a grin of a harlequin. As I lit the gaslights, a choir in the distance harken a carol. "O come all ye faithful..."
Beneath my button britches, my manhood twitched, with Old Nick's itch. And with a glint in my monocle, I sauntered to her portal. In hopes to grovel in her skirts.
Forgoing my roguish behavior in spite of myself. While under the thumb of my gin and sweet bouquet of gorse from the meadows....
Beneath my button britches, my manhood twitched, with Old Nick's itch. And with a glint in my monocle, I sauntered to her portal. In hopes to grovel in her skirts.
Forgoing my roguish behavior in spite of myself. While under the thumb of my gin and sweet bouquet of gorse from the meadows....
#ShortStory
#prose
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
15th Nov 2021 1:19am
15th Nov 2021 1:19am
poetry can’t be confined by poetry
Ngaio Marsh was a poet of detective fiction; although this may not be a fact, it’s quite
a reasonable description
a reasonable description
#prose
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
16th Sep 2021 3:56pm
16th Sep 2021 3:56pm
spires of hell series
the deserted one chimes six o'clock
in her keening hours...break
the dawn sees her no more
torn asunder and cast into utter chaos
hungry from the cold she withers
her wisdom calculates her odds
the severity of her situation sits on her broken ribs
thrown into the black she screams
not in terror but defiance
the void listens to her screams charmed
a new darkling for the horde
adversaries rise to greet her
the damned love a newling
the host circles around her
surreal figures of doom ...
in her keening hours...break
the dawn sees her no more
torn asunder and cast into utter chaos
hungry from the cold she withers
her wisdom calculates her odds
the severity of her situation sits on her broken ribs
thrown into the black she screams
not in terror but defiance
the void listens to her screams charmed
a new darkling for the horde
adversaries rise to greet her
the damned love a newling
the host circles around her
surreal figures of doom ...
#dark
#gothic
#prose
107 reads
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djmarciniak26
Poem Published
15th Sep 2021 11:06pm
15th Sep 2021 11:06pm
Bathroom walls
Bathroom wall writing
A revolution of the mind
Bloodsoaked poetry.
Jack off fruit flies in
a rotting pumpkin smile
with crusty seamen jiz.
Hard cock and balls
Ally way puppet show-
Smeared makeup.
A revolution of the mind
Bloodsoaked poetry.
Jack off fruit flies in
a rotting pumpkin smile
with crusty seamen jiz.
Hard cock and balls
Ally way puppet show-
Smeared makeup.
#prose
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EleazarSwan
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2021 3:14am
2nd Sep 2021 3:14am
An Oracle
For they have not rejected thee but they have rejected Me"
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O nation, hear! and witness Earth,
A worth far more than gold of old:
A merchant sold his finest wares
To those afar, across the sea
Where none are blind and all can see
The delicacy of thy tares;
See! O country bathed in arms
Alarms from all thy corners, bare:
A sword is promised from afar
A truth, a truth and not a dare!
See! The powerless wield their weapons,
The powerful shriek in pain;
Thy gold and thy...
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O nation, hear! and witness Earth,
A worth far more than gold of old:
A merchant sold his finest wares
To those afar, across the sea
Where none are blind and all can see
The delicacy of thy tares;
See! O country bathed in arms
Alarms from all thy corners, bare:
A sword is promised from afar
A truth, a truth and not a dare!
See! The powerless wield their weapons,
The powerful shriek in pain;
Thy gold and thy...
#prose
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Pho3nix19xx
Poem Published
31st Aug 2021 2:39pm
31st Aug 2021 2:39pm
Life Dating a Fighter *full series re-post*
Sunday morning begins bright and early. The woman I love lying next to me already awake.
I gaze at her soft skin and smile. I wonder how a woman so beautiful could ever be mine.
When she opens her eyes, I kiss her soft-spoken lips, and tell her she's perfect.
But this week 'perfect' means something else...something that hundreds will have seen, though merely a select few will ever know...
This week is unlike but a few weeks a year....
This week is FIGHT WEEK!!!
I watch her strong, muscular silhouetted figure start to pack for the...
I gaze at her soft skin and smile. I wonder how a woman so beautiful could ever be mine.
When she opens her eyes, I kiss her soft-spoken lips, and tell her she's perfect.
But this week 'perfect' means something else...something that hundreds will have seen, though merely a select few will ever know...
This week is unlike but a few weeks a year....
This week is FIGHT WEEK!!!
I watch her strong, muscular silhouetted figure start to pack for the...
#girlfriend
#narrative
#prose #sports
#prose #sports
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Pho3nix19xx
Poem Published
31st Aug 2021 2:38pm
31st Aug 2021 2:38pm
No Longer Unbeaten 3: The Rematch *full series re-post*
This is it. The moment and night my Champion and I have been waiting for. Her music hits and she begins the long walk out to take her throne in the middle of a Muay Thai boxing ring. This time there is something different about the way my Champion performs her pre-fight ritual…every punch of the turnbuckle is just a little more hesitant. I ever so reluctantly allow myself to slowly accept the fact that my Champion may lose her title tonight. I know she’s ready…she’s been training for this night for two hundred and forty-three days. Ever since her last fight with the same amazing female...
#girlfriend
#prose
#sports
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Pho3nix19xx
Poem Published
30th Aug 2021 9:15pm
30th Aug 2021 9:15pm
No Longer Unbeaten 2: The Rebuild *full series re-post*
I don’t want it…it’s not mine…she’s the real Champion…I am no longer unbeaten…I lost that fight…I LOST THAT FIGHT”
The words from six months ago still ring in my ears as I watch her stretch out in a dark corner of the gym. There is no denying my Champion’s amazing athletic ability as she begins lightly shadowboxing to loosen up. I watch her as she methodically and purposefully starts to wrap her wrists, snapping each strand of the elastic cloth down over her hands. I smile as I watch her get ready because this is the girl I know and love…THIS is my Champion! Her determination...
The words from six months ago still ring in my ears as I watch her stretch out in a dark corner of the gym. There is no denying my Champion’s amazing athletic ability as she begins lightly shadowboxing to loosen up. I watch her as she methodically and purposefully starts to wrap her wrists, snapping each strand of the elastic cloth down over her hands. I smile as I watch her get ready because this is the girl I know and love…THIS is my Champion! Her determination...
#girlfriend
#prose
#sports
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Pho3nix19xx
Poem Published
30th Aug 2021 9:10pm
30th Aug 2021 9:10pm
No Longer Unbeaten *full series repost*
I watch her smiling as she bounces up and down and stomps her feet, first the right then the left as she slams her gloves together. Then falls to her knees in silent prayer. When she is done a chill rush down my spine from the fire in her eyes, she is ready… ready to unleash hell inside a kickboxing ring. I present her with her National Championship title belt, the one she’s held for eighteen months and valiantly defended five times without ever seeing the final bell.
A split second later her music hits an she raises to her feet, giving me a quick kiss before beginning the long...
A split second later her music hits an she raises to her feet, giving me a quick kiss before beginning the long...
#girlfriend
#prose
#sports
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