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.
another time
three men in a boat,
the wind in the willows,
charlie’s aunt, anything
by wodehouse or wilde, I
wish I could write like that
but I can’t
the wind in the willows,
charlie’s aunt, anything
by wodehouse or wilde, I
wish I could write like that
but I can’t
#prose
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at the club
don’t belong
here
I feel like a dilettante
amongst serious scholars
I’m no doubt considered
quite small beer
is never
enough!
with your being anti afternoons
spent
wasting away
in the pub ..
here
I feel like a dilettante
amongst serious scholars
I’m no doubt considered
quite small beer
is never
enough!
with your being anti afternoons
spent
wasting away
in the pub ..
#prose
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the nineteen thirties
I loved leslie charteris’ books about the saint was anti fascist in the stories, and an obvious romantic
#prose
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unsteady on his feet, in london he looks
when we go up west we always pop into hatchards, it’s not
easy climbing those stairs, but it’s worth it for the books ..
easy climbing those stairs, but it’s worth it for the books ..
#prose
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Jemia, And The Three Bears
first, let me make it clear
Before i commence my word forage
There were no bears in this
Nor any porridge!
After i dilated
For about the 500th time
Fairly routinely
Twas never sublime
I entered the bathroom
For my usual shower
To water my petals
Like a flower
When i stepped into the shower
Ouch! it was to hot
I added cold water
Then it was to cold
After further adjustments
It was just right
Well
I was a little bare!
by Jemia
Before i commence my word forage
There were no bears in this
Nor any porridge!
After i dilated
For about the 500th time
Fairly routinely
Twas never sublime
I entered the bathroom
For my usual shower
To water my petals
Like a flower
When i stepped into the shower
Ouch! it was to hot
I added cold water
Then it was to cold
After further adjustments
It was just right
Well
I was a little bare!
by Jemia
#narrative
#parody
#funny #prose
#funny #prose
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“I beg your pardon?” he replied
there’s a rhinoceros in next door’s garden. I don’t know whether they’ve bought it or whether they may have survived, but the rhinoceros is most certainly alive.
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The Guillotine
One of my flaws
Is in never talking about my accolades
To me there's always a next
So I let the past be
Still though for some odd reason
When you don't talk about what you've done
People look down on you
It's as if respect is for sale now
What's even funnier is the switch up
When they realize who you are
By then it's too late
That first impression is forever
Looking down on people
is a dangerous game
Because for all you know
Being high on a platform
And looking down
Could actually mean...
Is in never talking about my accolades
To me there's always a next
So I let the past be
Still though for some odd reason
When you don't talk about what you've done
People look down on you
It's as if respect is for sale now
What's even funnier is the switch up
When they realize who you are
By then it's too late
That first impression is forever
Looking down on people
is a dangerous game
Because for all you know
Being high on a platform
And looking down
Could actually mean...
#anger
#prose
#humankind
#learning
#SelfWorth
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well if you must know
lying in bed reading until noon when the phone rings and she says what are you up to? page sixty, chapter three, fairly soon ..
#prose
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ephemeral ~
serpentine streams, her icy arms grip heavy hearts…
rhythmic beats, now so few in between;
increased pauses …
lapse into her vast universe of numbing calmness;
stuck in frozen smile.
fall now darling, for you’re flying;
as you start…to spin, spinning…
amongst weeping stars;
(soothing salve for scarred psyches.)
webs of lacy constellations hold you so dear,
nothing to fear, nothing to fear…
come…
come rest your head.
listen to her melodious lullaby, as you slip, slipping ...
rhythmic beats, now so few in between;
increased pauses …
lapse into her vast universe of numbing calmness;
stuck in frozen smile.
fall now darling, for you’re flying;
as you start…to spin, spinning…
amongst weeping stars;
(soothing salve for scarred psyches.)
webs of lacy constellations hold you so dear,
nothing to fear, nothing to fear…
come…
come rest your head.
listen to her melodious lullaby, as you slip, slipping ...
#prose
#insomnia
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A Gang Leader's Alliance

#dark
#conflict
#secrets #prose
#secrets #prose
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Dear Emily Dickinson
m
#prose
#suffering
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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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