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.
theyrejustwords
Poem Published
4th Jan 2021 6:18pm
4th Jan 2021 6:18pm
I wonder
I want to know:
When you run your fingers through your hair,
do you think of me? Can you smell the
walls sheathed in smoke, or
the perfume that bites my neck?
When your fingers gently catch the knots of your curls, can you
feel the couch beneath you, beneath us?
Tangled up together like the strands of hair just behind your ears.
And when you tug the waves on the crown of your head, can you
feel the sheets beneath your chest, the heat between our lips?
When your fingertips massage your scalp, opening and closing ...
When you run your fingers through your hair,
do you think of me? Can you smell the
walls sheathed in smoke, or
the perfume that bites my neck?
When your fingers gently catch the knots of your curls, can you
feel the couch beneath you, beneath us?
Tangled up together like the strands of hair just behind your ears.
And when you tug the waves on the crown of your head, can you
feel the sheets beneath your chest, the heat between our lips?
When your fingertips massage your scalp, opening and closing ...
#prose
#nostalgia
#emotional
#separation
#sensual
35 reads
4 Comments
theyrejustwords
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2020 1:10am
22nd Dec 2020 1:10am
I've just gotta ask,
I know it’s been a year. Well, more than that actually, a year and 10 weeks, give or take a day depending on how you cut it. If it's after midnight and the people haven't slept from the day before, is that event of the new day, or the previous day? I haven’t been able to decide. I’ve run out of things to analyze about our story.
It’s been over a year since I’d seen your face. A little less since we've last spoke. For you, it’s been a year and 10 weeks since we’d been in the same area. Truth is, I’ve been in town for a few months. But I guess you’ll find that out if you wanna...
It’s been over a year since I’d seen your face. A little less since we've last spoke. For you, it’s been a year and 10 weeks since we’d been in the same area. Truth is, I’ve been in town for a few months. But I guess you’ll find that out if you wanna...
#courage
#prose
#TimeHeals
#UnrequitedLove
#StreamOfConsciousness
66 reads
7 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2020 3:14pm
3rd Dec 2020 3:14pm
cause and effect
causality specters with dandelion faith awaken the nations
sending seeds of discontent on the winds
in the midnight hour, even God will pray
it is with a heavy heart I hear these words
nothing is sure it seems
channeling darkness
the archangel Michael's sword swings in a large arc
demons disperse
I am assured everything is in hand
the great void with its open maw
spews filth
my warrior spirit steps forward
spouting truth
honor bound I stand my ground
with a booming voice, I hear
God alone will judge...
sending seeds of discontent on the winds
in the midnight hour, even God will pray
it is with a heavy heart I hear these words
nothing is sure it seems
channeling darkness
the archangel Michael's sword swings in a large arc
demons disperse
I am assured everything is in hand
the great void with its open maw
spews filth
my warrior spirit steps forward
spouting truth
honor bound I stand my ground
with a booming voice, I hear
God alone will judge...
#spiritual
#prose
43 reads
2 Comments
tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
18th Nov 2020 6:52am
18th Nov 2020 6:52am
Poison
Kind of funny how we are all given a story
Some of them rewarding, others just boring
Almost like a script and rehearsal
Rolled up and handed to you with no referral
No ending in site but praying to god that he’s an excellent play write
If I’ve learned any lessons while playing this roll, is that there’s a lot of tolls
Followed by holes then offers of growth
A never ending cycle of karma and blood bath
All disguised in moments where time is frozen
But in this story blood is nothing but poison
Love is but timing for...
Some of them rewarding, others just boring
Almost like a script and rehearsal
Rolled up and handed to you with no referral
No ending in site but praying to god that he’s an excellent play write
If I’ve learned any lessons while playing this roll, is that there’s a lot of tolls
Followed by holes then offers of growth
A never ending cycle of karma and blood bath
All disguised in moments where time is frozen
But in this story blood is nothing but poison
Love is but timing for...
#identity
#prose
#TruthOfLife #honesty
#TruthOfLife #honesty
91 reads
4 Comments
plexus
Poem Published
10th Nov 2020 11:57pm
10th Nov 2020 11:57pm
Margret Dredge
Margret Dredge stands on the ledge
The ledge that leads to the next stampede
Her face seems closed and wet and raw
Awaiting the impact of her fall
The ledge that leads to the next stampede
Her face seems closed and wet and raw
Awaiting the impact of her fall
#dark
#gothic
#narrative
#prose
#nightmares
58 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
7th Nov 2020 00:40am
7th Nov 2020 00:40am
us second rate writers rarely forgive
slight verse and a minor poet
will find out where you live ..
will find out where you live ..
#prose
57 reads
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longsoftkiss
LSK
LSK
Poem Published
29th Oct 2020 7:55pm
29th Oct 2020 7:55pm
High Finance Gone Sexy
In this episode, The Rapper and Sproggs McGee toss some Junk Bonds oversees...
It was a cold day in Hell, just like every other day, since it last froze over. But things were about to change. Hell was starting to warm-up again, and for people in my line of business - that was a good thing.
We had just completed another round of third-party-bridge-financing-gone-wrong, when who walks through the door - the one-and-only Sproggs McGee, Daughter of the great D'Arcy McGee. I don't mind telling you that I was just a little impressed with her "credentials",
She...
It was a cold day in Hell, just like every other day, since it last froze over. But things were about to change. Hell was starting to warm-up again, and for people in my line of business - that was a good thing.
We had just completed another round of third-party-bridge-financing-gone-wrong, when who walks through the door - the one-and-only Sproggs McGee, Daughter of the great D'Arcy McGee. I don't mind telling you that I was just a little impressed with her "credentials",
She...
#corruption
#money
#prose
#greed
#sexy
58 reads
1 Comment
Crazontheinside
Bumped 20th Oct 2020 9:32pm
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
243 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
8th Sep 2020 00:18am
8th Sep 2020 00:18am
chain storeys
I'm in the bookshop, it's a
chain, so I can't be quite sure which town I'm in, and all
the books look the same ..
chain, so I can't be quite sure which town I'm in, and all
the books look the same ..
#prose
81 reads
3 Comments
Wh1skeySwagger
Swagger
Swagger
Poem Published
7th Sep 2020 4:37am
7th Sep 2020 4:37am
Perfect
He looks down at his good girl
Adoring the way she is willingly kneeling before him …
Her bare skin showing a slight glimmer from the dull lighting
Her ass gently perched on her heels
Her shoulders squared perfectly
Her hands lying flat on her soft thighs palms facing upward
Her back arched just enough to push her breasts forward
Her eyes facing down
Her chin held high and proud knowing she was his
He gently pets her head
Smiling, Whispering soft yet proudly
Letting her know she is perfect right now ...
Adoring the way she is willingly kneeling before him …
Her bare skin showing a slight glimmer from the dull lighting
Her ass gently perched on her heels
Her shoulders squared perfectly
Her hands lying flat on her soft thighs palms facing upward
Her back arched just enough to push her breasts forward
Her eyes facing down
Her chin held high and proud knowing she was his
He gently pets her head
Smiling, Whispering soft yet proudly
Letting her know she is perfect right now ...
#love
#erotic
#BDSM
#prose
#sensual
341 reads
4 Comments
Louise_Usher
Louise Usher
Louise Usher
Poem Published
19th Aug 2020 9:12am
19th Aug 2020 9:12am
Is this like the war
Is this like the war?
I haven’t lived through the war but blimey, I can only imagine something like this was seen in the war times. But they didn’t have supermarkets then from what my Gran told me. It was a separate shop for the meat, the veg, the bread and stuff. I’m not even sure if they had things like rice and pasta back then. They must have had toilet roll I assume. Although Gran had this metal thing screwed into her toilet wall with greaseproof paper inside it. Mum told us we had to rub it together to try and make it softer and hope it might mop up some of us kids...
I haven’t lived through the war but blimey, I can only imagine something like this was seen in the war times. But they didn’t have supermarkets then from what my Gran told me. It was a separate shop for the meat, the veg, the bread and stuff. I’m not even sure if they had things like rice and pasta back then. They must have had toilet roll I assume. Although Gran had this metal thing screwed into her toilet wall with greaseproof paper inside it. Mum told us we had to rub it together to try and make it softer and hope it might mop up some of us kids...
#loneliness
#hope
#prose
#nonfiction
#pandemic
146 reads
2 Comments
Monstrositat
Poem Published
13th Aug 2020 5:12am
13th Aug 2020 5:12am
Brevity
Brevity is the soul of wit
Brevity is soul of wit
Brevity i' soul a' wit
Brevity i' sou a' wi'
brevi' i' so a' wi'
brevisouahwi
bruh
Brevity is soul of wit
Brevity i' soul a' wit
Brevity i' sou a' wi'
brevi' i' so a' wi'
brevisouahwi
bruh
#funny
#prose
#tragedy
#minimalist
#metaphor
81 reads
1 Comment
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