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.
Crazontheinside
Bumped 9th Jul 2020 5:50am
1st Jul 2020 9:31am
1st Jul 2020 9:31am
Introduction Through My Complex Mind
Dear Diary... This is "My Bi-Polar Mind"
We all have a story, some happy, while others endure tragedy. I want the world to understand; we’re not a disease...there is no cure, I hope that showing my view of someone who has lived and struggled, even now, will help others be more compassionate to the more vulnerable. All I ask of you is to keep an open mind, lock up your judgements and realize we are still human beings. We have feelings like everyone else. As the human race we need to realize the facts. In your lifetime you WILL experience it, could be from someone that has it....
We all have a story, some happy, while others endure tragedy. I want the world to understand; we’re not a disease...there is no cure, I hope that showing my view of someone who has lived and struggled, even now, will help others be more compassionate to the more vulnerable. All I ask of you is to keep an open mind, lock up your judgements and realize we are still human beings. We have feelings like everyone else. As the human race we need to realize the facts. In your lifetime you WILL experience it, could be from someone that has it....
#LifeStruggles
#prose
#TruthOfLife
#MentalHealth
#nonfiction
18 reads
0 Comments
Simon_III_Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Poem Published
1st Jul 2020 4:04pm
1st Jul 2020 4:04pm
A letter to the love of my life
Dear Lover
Honestly I am so in love with you
I just love the relationship we have
I love how you make me feel
How when I'm tired
The moment I'm with you
I just feel awake
But when I'm really tired
You just have a way of
putting me to sleep
You're so hot
I'm sure everyone knows that
You just have a richness to you
That only a few can rival
I love it when you're strong
I love it how you're not for everybody
I love the way you look
Each kiss we've shared
Has gotten my heart moving...
Honestly I am so in love with you
I just love the relationship we have
I love how you make me feel
How when I'm tired
The moment I'm with you
I just feel awake
But when I'm really tired
You just have a way of
putting me to sleep
You're so hot
I'm sure everyone knows that
You just have a richness to you
That only a few can rival
I love it when you're strong
I love it how you're not for everybody
I love the way you look
Each kiss we've shared
Has gotten my heart moving...
#love
#coffee
#prose
#confessional
#lover
31 reads
0 Comments
PandoraUnleashed
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2020 1:34am
22nd Jun 2020 1:34am
Ridden Wishes...
With hips joined at the furthest
____ allowance ____
of roseate between the alabaster,
adoration wrapped 'round
his amiable thickness,
worshipping him in welcome wishes
that whispered,
when making love to you,
~ I
n e v e r
w i s h
t o
s u r r e n d e r. ~
____ allowance ____
of roseate between the alabaster,
adoration wrapped 'round
his amiable thickness,
worshipping him in welcome wishes
that whispered,
when making love to you,
~ I
n e v e r
w i s h
t o
s u r r e n d e r. ~
#love
#prose
#passion
191 reads
27 Comments
tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
10th Jun 2020 6:20pm
10th Jun 2020 6:20pm
Tea Over Koffee
A peculiar event
To be spilling tea over a cup of coffee
About someone I genuinely thought loved me
Waking up to nicotine and echoing vacancy
Exhaling my mind to reveal your twisted ride
Sticking around during your highest tide
Disregarding your flaws and seeing to your core
Passion, spark, and fire
The sweetest and saddest crier
Turning out to only be there to keep me warm
I thought decency was uniform
Winter is crippling and lonely
My heart and I were over feeling numb
My fingertips on your...
To be spilling tea over a cup of coffee
About someone I genuinely thought loved me
Waking up to nicotine and echoing vacancy
Exhaling my mind to reveal your twisted ride
Sticking around during your highest tide
Disregarding your flaws and seeing to your core
Passion, spark, and fire
The sweetest and saddest crier
Turning out to only be there to keep me warm
I thought decency was uniform
Winter is crippling and lonely
My heart and I were over feeling numb
My fingertips on your...
#love
#heartbroken
#prose
#WritingPoetry
#hurt
73 reads
4 Comments
Parabellus-Rose1
Parabellus
Parabellus
Poem Published
10th Jun 2020 3:58am
10th Jun 2020 3:58am
Christmas Carol Prequel : The Three Ghost's Meeting
Future Ghost : "Merry Christmas peeps , how are you ?"
Past Ghost : "Heya , I'm not too bad thanks"
Present Ghost : "Hey , long time no see..."
Present Ghost : "Haha , get it , because we're Ghosts...."
Future Ghost : "Oh gosh , Oh how I missed your humor... oh wait I haven't.."
Present Ghost : "No need to look so grim , hahaha get it , because you look like the Grim Rea-...."
Future Ghost : "Shut up."
Past Ghost : "Hahaha... you have to admit Future , that was a good one"
...
Past Ghost : "Heya , I'm not too bad thanks"
Present Ghost : "Hey , long time no see..."
Present Ghost : "Haha , get it , because we're Ghosts...."
Future Ghost : "Oh gosh , Oh how I missed your humor... oh wait I haven't.."
Present Ghost : "No need to look so grim , hahaha get it , because you look like the Grim Rea-...."
Future Ghost : "Shut up."
Past Ghost : "Hahaha... you have to admit Future , that was a good one"
...
#Christmas
#fiction
#prose #dialogue
#prose #dialogue
32 reads
0 Comments
Enigma19
Atiemo
Atiemo
Poem Published
1st Jun 2020 5:46pm
1st Jun 2020 5:46pm
White or black, we were all taught.
When you were in your mother's womb, did you know how you were going to look like? Did you know the resultant of your skin's colour? Obviously, your response will be, "no."
You were brought forth into this world with the right skin tone in relation to the atmospheric condition of your environment. No one chooses; you are given, and whether you detest it or not, it is yours till you die.
Every single day, a child is born into this world; the location, the culture, the way of life, and norms are what defines and triggers the style or behavioral patterns of the child. What...
You were brought forth into this world with the right skin tone in relation to the atmospheric condition of your environment. No one chooses; you are given, and whether you detest it or not, it is yours till you die.
Every single day, a child is born into this world; the location, the culture, the way of life, and norms are what defines and triggers the style or behavioral patterns of the child. What...
#peace
#prose
#memories
#racism
#morality
61 reads
3 Comments
MartenHoyle
Marten Hoyle
Marten Hoyle
Poem Published
21st May 2020 4:48am
21st May 2020 4:48am
NEW BOOK
Ploy has been given fifteen minutes to think. And while he thinks, he must hold a gun to his head
I wrote this book four years ago. Whilst in the midst of it's composition, I lost my mind. After publishing the material, I deleted the book from the Kindle Library just as it appeared to be trending. My descent into madness is documented within these pages. I spent three months battling a warped sense of reality in an actual insane asylum shortly after completing the draft presented to you now. It is my hope that readers may better understand the overall state of a breaking mind by...
I wrote this book four years ago. Whilst in the midst of it's composition, I lost my mind. After publishing the material, I deleted the book from the Kindle Library just as it appeared to be trending. My descent into madness is documented within these pages. I spent three months battling a warped sense of reality in an actual insane asylum shortly after completing the draft presented to you now. It is my hope that readers may better understand the overall state of a breaking mind by...
#books
#prose
42 reads
4 Comments
Alexloveletters
Poem Published
12th May 2020 9:01pm
12th May 2020 9:01pm
What do I want?
What do I want?
That you throw yourself into my arms, that we kiss languorously,
and that our soft touch melts every ounce of pain in us.
I want to take you, steal you, and never return you again.
I want to lock you in my heart and never let you go.
I want to breathe your perfume, and keep it with me forever.
I want to submit to your will, lie down and expose myself to your gaze.
You can ravage my body brutally, but please handle my heart with care,
let your mouth speak tender words, let your hand lavish wild caresses!
My darling, let's have the...
That you throw yourself into my arms, that we kiss languorously,
and that our soft touch melts every ounce of pain in us.
I want to take you, steal you, and never return you again.
I want to lock you in my heart and never let you go.
I want to breathe your perfume, and keep it with me forever.
I want to submit to your will, lie down and expose myself to your gaze.
You can ravage my body brutally, but please handle my heart with care,
let your mouth speak tender words, let your hand lavish wild caresses!
My darling, let's have the...
#love
#prose
#LifeGoals
#emotional
#passion
125 reads
2 Comments
Alexloveletters
Poem Published
3rd May 2020 2:54am
3rd May 2020 2:54am
Forgive me... I love you
My sweet darling,
forgive me for loving you so much,
for clinging to you so violently.
I'm sorry to dedicate my happiness to you,
to expect so much from you, to want you only for myself.
Excuse my clumsiness, my jealousy, my love madness.
My angel, I'll be gentle and tender with you.
I'll be reasonable for once.
I need so much to be reassured and loved.
Help me! Hold me tight.
Babe, the more you enslave me, the happier I am.
I love you, I want you, I need you, my craving for you is uncontrollable!
Yes I love you, I love...
forgive me for loving you so much,
for clinging to you so violently.
I'm sorry to dedicate my happiness to you,
to expect so much from you, to want you only for myself.
Excuse my clumsiness, my jealousy, my love madness.
My angel, I'll be gentle and tender with you.
I'll be reasonable for once.
I need so much to be reassured and loved.
Help me! Hold me tight.
Babe, the more you enslave me, the happier I am.
I love you, I want you, I need you, my craving for you is uncontrollable!
Yes I love you, I love...
#love
#romantic
#prose
#sacrifice
#emotions
126 reads
3 Comments
Frustrated_prole
Poem Published
1st May 2020 5:26pm
1st May 2020 5:26pm
Three for the price of one
A poem, a story and a rant!
1. Air in my lungs: A positive of Covid -19
Less cars
Less needless petrol burn
Less poisonous fumes
For your children to breath in
Petrol fumes in England gas fumes for the USA
and other world languages for fuel
petrol fumes
Are as dangerous as
As tobacco smoke as
As asbestos as gas
The less cars
The more the world can breathe
Less clouds in the sky
2. The Plastic Jungle
...
1. Air in my lungs: A positive of Covid -19
Less cars
Less needless petrol burn
Less poisonous fumes
For your children to breath in
Petrol fumes in England gas fumes for the USA
and other world languages for fuel
petrol fumes
Are as dangerous as
As tobacco smoke as
As asbestos as gas
The less cars
The more the world can breathe
Less clouds in the sky
2. The Plastic Jungle
...
#prose
48 reads
0 Comments
RCnoit
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2020 3:21pm
23rd Apr 2020 3:21pm
King Bee
Bert was his official name given to him at birth. Some thought it was short for Robert or Albert but no it was, Bert his official name given to him at birth. "King Bee" eventually became the way his name was spoken which was an upgrade from just plain old Bert, the official name given to him at birth. King bee was he, for he could suck out an almighty amount of that golden nectar that lays dormant waiting to be taken and turned into something that resembles a drink the gods drink up there in heaven.
#funny
#ShortStory
#prose
53 reads
1 Comment
RCnoit
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2020 3:10pm
23rd Apr 2020 3:10pm
Morning Glory
I awake and with my eyes still glazed a Monet's canvass awaits. As my iris adjusts its focus my immediate vista appears clearly to me now. Along the floor, my eyes follow dark varnished knotted tree beams and beyond that a french window at a jar. A slither of the outside world flickers at the hand of Zypherus as he masters a hypnotic, chaotic dance with thinly veiled curtains, pigeons mass on tightly packed rooftop tiles with some brief glimpses of stop-go motion on top of an endless repetition of grey North Atlantic Ocean. The sun peeping over from upcoming description that changes the...
#funny
#prose
46 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Prose Poetry
