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.
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
9th Sep 2024 6:38am
9th Sep 2024 6:38am
Catch-22
Sometimes it seems I don’t know this world anymore. I mean sure I know the government is corrupted with people who are on the take. Every season brings more decay into the moral fabric of decency. It’s always been there since the whole experiment began. I’m not blind to what’s going on, I just can’t believe how fast we’re falling now. Spiraling into chaotic forms of anger and turmoil.
No such thing as having a conversation without mudslinging and name calling. Not just the political figureheads vying for office. Just like Regan’s trickle down economics, this venom that started...
No such thing as having a conversation without mudslinging and name calling. Not just the political figureheads vying for office. Just like Regan’s trickle down economics, this venom that started...
#prose
115 reads
15 Comments
deadwolf
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 10:45pm
7th Sep 2024 10:45pm
Random Ramblings #2014
Man, you got to keep it together in here,
One false move, one sign of weakness or regret,
an they’ll move in on you like shark on blood Vato,
“Comprendes… Me entiendes Mendez”
There’s no place for that in here,
Emotions will get you killed faster than anything
In a place like this, there are only three things you can do,
Sleep, read and workout…
But understand how to escape in your mind,
And it’s that last one that will keep you from going insane
There, no one can touch you,
Because this hell is repetition, and always full of what ifs, ...
One false move, one sign of weakness or regret,
an they’ll move in on you like shark on blood Vato,
“Comprendes… Me entiendes Mendez”
There’s no place for that in here,
Emotions will get you killed faster than anything
In a place like this, there are only three things you can do,
Sleep, read and workout…
But understand how to escape in your mind,
And it’s that last one that will keep you from going insane
There, no one can touch you,
Because this hell is repetition, and always full of what ifs, ...
#narrative
#prose
89 reads
2 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 6:15am
6th Sep 2024 6:15am
Different Name, Same Show
How does one know if they’re a poet? I only ask, because I’ve never been sure that I qualify as one? This is not me being negative about my ability, it’s kinda just the way I’m wired. I really think it’s because I spent so much time being a lyricist.
After spending so many years focused on rhyming and the lyrical format, it became the genesis of where I began writing. All I did to write poetry was essentially chop off the choruses. No kidding, people. That was all I done.
I mean I picked up little things along the way, different rhyming patterns, messing...
After spending so many years focused on rhyming and the lyrical format, it became the genesis of where I began writing. All I did to write poetry was essentially chop off the choruses. No kidding, people. That was all I done.
I mean I picked up little things along the way, different rhyming patterns, messing...
#prose
138 reads
22 Comments
deadwolf
Poem Published
20th Aug 2024 12:38pm
20th Aug 2024 12:38pm
Midnight Ramblins #77
R.I.P.
deadwolf… 1777 - ?
`~,,~`
Salt over the shoulder,
Brick powder grounded
On the threshold of your door
Witch,
Burn all the cedar & sage you want bitch,
I will return,
As long and dark
As the winter's solstice,
And with all the powers of the night;
```~~~… … …~~~```
deadwolf… 1777 - ?
`~,,~`
Salt over the shoulder,
Brick powder grounded
On the threshold of your door
Witch,
Burn all the cedar & sage you want bitch,
I will return,
As long and dark
As the winter's solstice,
And with all the powers of the night;
```~~~… … …~~~```
#gothic
#prose
126 reads
3 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
18th Aug 2024 4:20am
18th Aug 2024 4:20am
Music Stories Episode 9 (The Guess Who - No Sugar Tonight/New Mother Nature)
Welcome to music stories. I’m your host, Damian DeadLove. Tonights band is another that calls Canada home. I’m talking about, The Guess Who. Huge fan of this band as well. I’ve been listening to them a lot lately, and realized there is a pretty good story about them.
The Guess Who are: Burton Cummings - Lead Vocals, and Keyboards, Randy Bachman - Guitar, and Backing Vocals, Jim Kale - Bass, and Garry Peterson - Drums. This was the most popular line up of the band from, 1968 to 1970. By the way that is the same, Randy Bachman that would later start the band, Bachman-Turner...
The Guess Who are: Burton Cummings - Lead Vocals, and Keyboards, Randy Bachman - Guitar, and Backing Vocals, Jim Kale - Bass, and Garry Peterson - Drums. This was the most popular line up of the band from, 1968 to 1970. By the way that is the same, Randy Bachman that would later start the band, Bachman-Turner...
#music
#prose
132 reads
8 Comments
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
26th Jul 2024 7:31pm
26th Jul 2024 7:31pm
Thorns of Memory
#fear
#hurt
#prose #ShortStory
#prose #ShortStory
74 reads
2 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
20th Jul 2024 3:17pm
20th Jul 2024 3:17pm
Just curious
So I keyed in -
" The evil trump has done ". ai provided ALL the rest
Based on the search results, here are some instances where Trump’s
actions, words, or policies have been described as “evil” or exhibiting
harmful, intolerant, and divisive behavior:
Fostering a culture of intolerance and prejudice: Trump supporters’ emails
and statements showcased a deep-seated fear and dislike of people of color,
immigrants, and those perceived as “other.”
This rhetoric has been linked to a rise in hate crimes and discrimination. ...
" The evil trump has done ". ai provided ALL the rest
Based on the search results, here are some instances where Trump’s
actions, words, or policies have been described as “evil” or exhibiting
harmful, intolerant, and divisive behavior:
Fostering a culture of intolerance and prejudice: Trump supporters’ emails
and statements showcased a deep-seated fear and dislike of people of color,
immigrants, and those perceived as “other.”
This rhetoric has been linked to a rise in hate crimes and discrimination. ...
#corruption
#HumanRights
#politics #prose
#politics #prose
95 reads
4 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
16th Jul 2024 2:23am
16th Jul 2024 2:23am
Besides It's Safer
Damian DeadLove, here again on a Sunday night. If I had a YouTube channel how long you reckon I’d last? I’ve thought about it on several occasions it just never really gets past the cutting room floor stage. I don’t know if I’d be any good at it although I love to talk. But here are the problems with the whole idea.
First off I’m not crazy about the idea of showing my mug on the internet. I’m not the most photogenic person, you know? I’d want it to be more like an old time radio show just do the audio thing. But with nothing to visually stimulate an audience I think it would...
First off I’m not crazy about the idea of showing my mug on the internet. I’m not the most photogenic person, you know? I’d want it to be more like an old time radio show just do the audio thing. But with nothing to visually stimulate an audience I think it would...
#prose
#satirical
108 reads
4 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 2:21am
1st Jul 2024 2:21am
Surrender
Wayward they appear to be
like hearing an echo one final time
draped in a sunset cliche
hair sifted by oceans, winds.
Storms cackle sour, distant
upon black steel clouds that rumble and flash
curious they look onward
unphased with a careless smile.
Wistful they wander and glide
my silver nymph, herald of the sea
lips parts to mutter magic
a word which offers release.
like hearing an echo one final time
draped in a sunset cliche
hair sifted by oceans, winds.
Storms cackle sour, distant
upon black steel clouds that rumble and flash
curious they look onward
unphased with a careless smile.
Wistful they wander and glide
my silver nymph, herald of the sea
lips parts to mutter magic
a word which offers release.
#love
#narrative
#prose #spiritual
#prose #spiritual
105 reads
3 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
30th Jun 2024 7:20am
30th Jun 2024 7:20am
Solved The Dilemma
Hello, fellow poets of the underground. I tell you what it’s really hard to stay in a positive mood these days. All you gotta do is get on Facebook or YouTube and presto day fucking ruined. Especially anything that has to do with politics or the state of the world. I think I’m just tired of watching all the lunacy.
It’s theatrics and verbal semantics all day every day. I think some people would fight over a dried dog turd. Worse than that they’d get law enforcement involved and capture it all on video for public consumption. But saddest of all is the fact it would get clicks. ...
It’s theatrics and verbal semantics all day every day. I think some people would fight over a dried dog turd. Worse than that they’d get law enforcement involved and capture it all on video for public consumption. But saddest of all is the fact it would get clicks. ...
#prose
125 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
29th Jun 2024 1:04am
29th Jun 2024 1:04am
she wonders why he’s still abed
reading in bed one saturday morning she questions what it is
that you’re reading
far too much into it, darling, he said, I’m just reading in bed
that you’re reading
far too much into it, darling, he said, I’m just reading in bed
#prose
77 reads
1 Comment
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
26th Jun 2024 7:54pm
26th Jun 2024 7:54pm
The Grey of the Artic
The depth in the slate of natural rippling glass
Deceiving of its strength to hold
Inviting to tempt fate and step in
I see the weeping of the snow queen tears rests on your shoulders
Beautifully sad in her cold blessing of droplets that have dried leaving a white coat to last until she weeps again.
Deceiving of its strength to hold
Inviting to tempt fate and step in
I see the weeping of the snow queen tears rests on your shoulders
Beautifully sad in her cold blessing of droplets that have dried leaving a white coat to last until she weeps again.
#FreeVerse
#prose
40 reads
15 Comments
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