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.
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 9:52am
24th Nov 2024 9:52am
Trodden Paths Not In Vain
"Paint in silence”
“The Weight of Temp”
Colour your canvas and spill your Art
shake and awaken many a heart
Untether your soul
from your whole
escape mundane and time
and let your brush rhyme
Have Man radiate
pour oil colours on his trait
Carve his seized dreams
and his insight of flowing streams
Let me read his cry of birth
and see the drops of tears on earth
A valiant core, the shell is worn
could not be broken, though torn
You display a challenging stand
behind a back forced to bend ...
“The Weight of Temp”
Colour your canvas and spill your Art
shake and awaken many a heart
Untether your soul
from your whole
escape mundane and time
and let your brush rhyme
Have Man radiate
pour oil colours on his trait
Carve his seized dreams
and his insight of flowing streams
Let me read his cry of birth
and see the drops of tears on earth
A valiant core, the shell is worn
could not be broken, though torn
You display a challenging stand
behind a back forced to bend ...
#art
#beauty
#FreeVerse
#humankind
#prose
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6 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 8:08pm
22nd Nov 2024 8:08pm
Bring To Light a Hidden and Silent Life
There was a serene beauty prevailing around her as she everyday trod the path to work.. She looked so absorbed in her own thoughts that one might not spot the mysterious and cloudy stare into her eyes..
She knew her way to home and work by heart.. she seemed to be in a perfect tune with time and place.. all her movements appeared to be synchronized with the tempo of the sounds surrounding her..
Such a harmonious living human being! If only one could step into her world and bring to light her hidden and silent life!
Of those who watched her from afar would...
She knew her way to home and work by heart.. she seemed to be in a perfect tune with time and place.. all her movements appeared to be synchronized with the tempo of the sounds surrounding her..
Such a harmonious living human being! If only one could step into her world and bring to light her hidden and silent life!
Of those who watched her from afar would...
#beauty
#haiku
#LifeChangingMoment
#prose
#WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 8:27am
13th Nov 2024 8:27am
Much Obliged
You know I haven’t written in a collaboration since close to two years ago. I’ve said many times on here I used to do a lot of songwriting with an old buddy until we had a falling out. Then there was getting healthy, and ending the long journey with booze. Then I came here to DU. And started over, took a chance I still could do this thing it is we do. I watch to many mobster movies, I know. lol.
Collaborations are an art form in my opinion. It requires trust and compromise, a certain etiquette that writer’s often possess and share in each other’s company. Because from one...
Collaborations are an art form in my opinion. It requires trust and compromise, a certain etiquette that writer’s often possess and share in each other’s company. Because from one...
#confessional
#prose
154 reads
24 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 11:28pm
11th Nov 2024 11:28pm
a Priestess
the trance triggers memories
powerful feelings overcome
in my midnight hours yearn
burning with passion
I can't explain my deep need
sorrow festers and I seek the sun
sadness comes with the rain
the grey overwhelms
it hangs over me heavy
I must touch blue
kissing the angels I rise
a cloud floating alone
the winds carry my soul far away
lilting on the breeze
across the desert
where I touch down
the sun is life and death here
still, I worship the sun
my body falters and I have...
powerful feelings overcome
in my midnight hours yearn
burning with passion
I can't explain my deep need
sorrow festers and I seek the sun
sadness comes with the rain
the grey overwhelms
it hangs over me heavy
I must touch blue
kissing the angels I rise
a cloud floating alone
the winds carry my soul far away
lilting on the breeze
across the desert
where I touch down
the sun is life and death here
still, I worship the sun
my body falters and I have...
#love
#prose
63 reads
2 Comments
BaldyBrown
Poem Published
24th Oct 2024 6:25am
24th Oct 2024 6:25am
Seeds
The bee and the flower, how could either know
that because of their little dance the world lives?
Writing words is like waxing one’s carrot, to borrow from a colorful George Carlin metaphor. One sees something and it sets off a spark in the loins. What are words on a page but the end result of the same spark? and what is a sperm cell that is produced without first being a very pleasant hit of dopamine .
This is our process, displayed through a billion variations on the same life-giving theme and force.
But for every word written in this single suspended...
that because of their little dance the world lives?
Writing words is like waxing one’s carrot, to borrow from a colorful George Carlin metaphor. One sees something and it sets off a spark in the loins. What are words on a page but the end result of the same spark? and what is a sperm cell that is produced without first being a very pleasant hit of dopamine .
This is our process, displayed through a billion variations on the same life-giving theme and force.
But for every word written in this single suspended...
#philosophical
#prose
#StreamOfConsciousness #symbolism
#StreamOfConsciousness #symbolism
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DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
5th Oct 2024 8:07am
5th Oct 2024 8:07am
Just My Opinion
My mind can only take so much input before I have to rant it out. I try not to complain because I chose to be informed, and make it part of my writing style. That’s on me, and I’m too old to learn any new tricks it appears. I’m beginning to think I’m just a glutton for punishment.
I’m kinda glad I never made it to the big time, when it comes to music. The whole Diddy thing is really exposing the underbelly of the music industry. I knew there was always a dark and secretive side of the business, but some of the things that’s been spilled made me come to one conclusion. “The...
I’m kinda glad I never made it to the big time, when it comes to music. The whole Diddy thing is really exposing the underbelly of the music industry. I knew there was always a dark and secretive side of the business, but some of the things that’s been spilled made me come to one conclusion. “The...
#prose
205 reads
16 Comments
jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 8:53am
4th Oct 2024 8:53am
What Lonely, Hopeless Alphas Don't Understand
Imagine this: you're living alone, you begin to think of companionship and simply not being alone. Your goal is to be honest about who you are and to be accepted for the shortcomings you are working towards fixing. So, alone you stay, making a space you can love so you may have one to learn how to love yourself, and you learn. Little by little, you learn how to make yourself feel secure and safe. You do so by being financially responsible enough to live a life that gives you freedom to do what you want. Your bills aren't just manageable, they're almost nonexistent with no credit card balances...
#hypocrisy
#men
#prose
#women
#dating
117 reads
3 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
30th Sep 2024 7:30am
30th Sep 2024 7:30am
Roth-ism
I don’t know if this story will have any legs to it when it comes to an underlying meaning, like I usually strive for. Sometimes I need to dial things back or I’ll go crazy writing about the state of the world. It needs to be fun, something to lighten the mood. Like cracking a joke can sometimes relieve tension. You follow?
I would tell a joke, but all of mine are dirty and my humor might be to crude for some. So I’ll travel the safer road and not risk offending anyone.
If you’ve been following any of my stories, you know I once was in a couple of...
I would tell a joke, but all of mine are dirty and my humor might be to crude for some. So I’ll travel the safer road and not risk offending anyone.
If you’ve been following any of my stories, you know I once was in a couple of...
#prose
162 reads
15 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 9:16am
27th Sep 2024 9:16am
Road Trip (Part Three)
Entering the mouth of the city, blinding lights invading our eyes, as we exit off the pitch black interstate. My brother pulls into the Liquor Barn parking lot bringing the Oldsmobile to a stop right at the entryway. Cigarette smoke pools around the headliner inside the car, as we make our way towards the entrance.
The three of us enter the store while my brother waits outside like a getaway driver. Ever notice when you’ve been drinking and have to interact with the public that you do your damndest to appear sober. Even though there is no way to camouflage that fact...
The three of us enter the store while my brother waits outside like a getaway driver. Ever notice when you’ve been drinking and have to interact with the public that you do your damndest to appear sober. Even though there is no way to camouflage that fact...
#confessional
#prose
128 reads
9 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 11:51pm
25th Sep 2024 11:51pm
journey completed
fed up with people calling whatever
happens to them a journey
and agree with the bloke in the pub
who says what the f*ck even for
me it’s far too early to get drunk and ordinarily
I prefer to remain seated
happens to them a journey
and agree with the bloke in the pub
who says what the f*ck even for
me it’s far too early to get drunk and ordinarily
I prefer to remain seated
#prose
74 reads
2 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2024 8:11am
22nd Sep 2024 8:11am
Life Moves In Circles
For those who follow my, Backstage show on YouTube a new episode is up. The link is on my speakeasy here at DU if interested. I’m trying to navigate the waters of being on YouTube, takes some getting used to.
There’s also some chatter through the grapevine about a possible poetry album. Now this is not definite yet, it’s in the works. Mainly because my idea is to read poetry over music composed by a longtime brother of mine. And since he lives many miles away, we’re going to have to do this through technology. So we got logistics to work out, it would seem.
...
There’s also some chatter through the grapevine about a possible poetry album. Now this is not definite yet, it’s in the works. Mainly because my idea is to read poetry over music composed by a longtime brother of mine. And since he lives many miles away, we’re going to have to do this through technology. So we got logistics to work out, it would seem.
...
#prose
153 reads
13 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
20th Sep 2024 7:30pm
20th Sep 2024 7:30pm
bare feet
his only chance was through
a back door which led into a yard, which
is three foot three inches his
way out
a back door which led into a yard, which
is three foot three inches his
way out
#prose
69 reads
3 Comments
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