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.
Alois_inwriting02
Poem Published
19th Jun 2024 1:53am
19th Jun 2024 1:53am
An Evening with a "Midnight Cowboy"
Moldy
Must—
Permeating the jovial air of the
eight
decade old
brick
barracks.
The sun’s begun to set to the west of wintry north chicago,
casting the clouds
in light that
renders in variegated
hues-
amorphous,
cotton
candy
clouds.
Our cowboy,
outfitted in his pristine
Cracker Jack Whites
turns from his window,
sauntering down the passageway.
a crowd’s congregated in the head,
his buddy from brooklyn’s...
Must—
Permeating the jovial air of the
eight
decade old
brick
barracks.
The sun’s begun to set to the west of wintry north chicago,
casting the clouds
in light that
renders in variegated
hues-
amorphous,
cotton
candy
clouds.
Our cowboy,
outfitted in his pristine
Cracker Jack Whites
turns from his window,
sauntering down the passageway.
a crowd’s congregated in the head,
his buddy from brooklyn’s...
#prose
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DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
8th Jun 2024 5:59am
8th Jun 2024 5:59am
Save A Life (Part 2 Of Cliffhanger)
After my escape from the fire. I headed into the studio, and sat down in front of the computer. My nerves were shot. I was very verklempt about the whole situation needless to say. I couldn’t understand the reason I blacked out. I mean I had gotten wild for sure. But I had never passed out, ever.
As I’m trying to pull myself together. My cell phone rings. It’s my mother calling me with what would be devastating news. My grandma had died this same morning. I struggled to not just burst out crying right there. I got through the call. But I was spiritually gutted inside. As I...
As I’m trying to pull myself together. My cell phone rings. It’s my mother calling me with what would be devastating news. My grandma had died this same morning. I struggled to not just burst out crying right there. I got through the call. But I was spiritually gutted inside. As I...
#prose
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DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
7th Jun 2024 8:47am
7th Jun 2024 8:47am
Cliffhanger
I gotta tell you. I’ve done some stupid shit in my lifetime. Especially if alcohol was involved. I’m not going to candy coat it, people. I’m a full-fledge alcoholic. I use that terminology because I don’t bullshit myself. I haven’t had a drink in a year, and a half. But I’m still an alcoholic. The disease doesn’t magically go away.
I know some people prefer the term, recovering alcoholic. I despise it. Mainly because I’m always just one drink away from starting again. I don’t participate, or partake any longer. But at the end of the day, I’m not cured.
...
I know some people prefer the term, recovering alcoholic. I despise it. Mainly because I’m always just one drink away from starting again. I don’t participate, or partake any longer. But at the end of the day, I’m not cured.
...
#prose
134 reads
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DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
5th Jun 2024 7:37am
5th Jun 2024 7:37am
Higher Floor
Sometimes it’s like pushing a boulder up hill. The creative vibe has to be undeniable to think about writing. Getting old ain’t no picnic either. Memory isn’t what it once was, and finding the perfect time, well that doesn’t exist.
When I was starting out many moons ago. I could write a couple of poems a day until I’d get frustrated, simply because I wasn’t very good yet. Still don’t know that I’m any good, but I do have mileage now, and am what one might call seasoned.
In my prime years, which were my mid 20’s, to my early 30’s. I could bust out...
When I was starting out many moons ago. I could write a couple of poems a day until I’d get frustrated, simply because I wasn’t very good yet. Still don’t know that I’m any good, but I do have mileage now, and am what one might call seasoned.
In my prime years, which were my mid 20’s, to my early 30’s. I could bust out...
#prose
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Ashley_M_Hardy
Poem Published
4th Jun 2024 7:35am
4th Jun 2024 7:35am
Anti-anti Energy
Now
Take a look at the state of affairs today
Broken systems, criminal injustices, homicides, violence by the police/racist mobs,
Cultural strife and the madness by the media
The United States, one shining city on a hill in the middle of a very large plantation
Just burning, unlike Mississippi has ever seen before
So-called economists predict the waves of supply and demand, inflation, market failures, its successes
I don't have a Ph.D,
But I know exactly what the hell I'm talking about
Kenya and Uganda have strict anti-gay laws among...
Take a look at the state of affairs today
Broken systems, criminal injustices, homicides, violence by the police/racist mobs,
Cultural strife and the madness by the media
The United States, one shining city on a hill in the middle of a very large plantation
Just burning, unlike Mississippi has ever seen before
So-called economists predict the waves of supply and demand, inflation, market failures, its successes
I don't have a Ph.D,
But I know exactly what the hell I'm talking about
Kenya and Uganda have strict anti-gay laws among...
#PowerOfWords
#prose
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2 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
4th Jun 2024 7:15am
4th Jun 2024 7:15am
Mrs. DeadLove
Minutes from the sunrise, on another cloudy day. Can smell the precipitation, that has already fallen. My bloodshot eyes, are burning from the night before. I can’t seem to balance myself, as I fumble through my pockets, looking for my lighter. Nothing, where the fuck, is that cheap bastard. I bought it at the gas station, last night, along with the couple packs of cigarettes.
Retreating back into the, hotel room. Searching all the tables, and surfaces. I don’t see them anywhere. I walk towards the bathroom, and see them on the side, of the bathtub. How the hell, did they...
Retreating back into the, hotel room. Searching all the tables, and surfaces. I don’t see them anywhere. I walk towards the bathroom, and see them on the side, of the bathtub. How the hell, did they...
#prose
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tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
4th Jun 2024 3:35am
4th Jun 2024 3:35am
i found the moon
Endless, illuminating visions
Of the stranger that emanates a lavender hue.
Searching every shade, just trying to find you.
Under neon light and crying skies-
It began to intensify.
And to my surprise,
It wasn’t my purple where you reside.
It was me.
And it’s always been you.
Melting my passion and reds,
Into your soft and gentle blues.
Meeting each other’s skin to create a...
Of the stranger that emanates a lavender hue.
Searching every shade, just trying to find you.
Under neon light and crying skies-
It began to intensify.
And to my surprise,
It wasn’t my purple where you reside.
It was me.
And it’s always been you.
Melting my passion and reds,
Into your soft and gentle blues.
Meeting each other’s skin to create a...
#emotions
#hope
#love
#prose
#romantic
308 reads
3 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2024 5:32am
3rd Jun 2024 5:32am
Words Hurt
Sticks and stones may break my bones. But words shall never hurt me”. Ever heard this old saying. Or a variation of it. This is the dumbest fucking statement ever uttered. In my opinion that is, because it leaves me scratching my head.
I know I’m a writer, so I tend to look at things, as a writer. This sometimes results, in me overthinking a plethora of topics. That being said, this isn’t fucking one of them. The ignorance of this kind of commentary, makes my brain hurt. Did this person understand, the meanings of the words, that someone called him.
I’m sure...
I know I’m a writer, so I tend to look at things, as a writer. This sometimes results, in me overthinking a plethora of topics. That being said, this isn’t fucking one of them. The ignorance of this kind of commentary, makes my brain hurt. Did this person understand, the meanings of the words, that someone called him.
I’m sure...
#prose
230 reads
8 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2024 7:48am
2nd Jun 2024 7:48am
Exit, Stage Right
Nothing shocks me these days. I mean the longer you live, the more things you can’t unsee. That’s the way of the world, after a while we all become desensitized. Behavior, is mimicked, and learned. Originality, that’s a lost art form, these days. It’s so easy to go with the crowd, it’s harder to go against the grain.
I mean, it could be cool to inspire others. But like a gypsy wind, sometimes we can wander to far. Get lost in the moment, lose the story plot. So, I would never want to be idolized, that’s not what I’m about. That’s the kind of thinking, that’ll open up a...
I mean, it could be cool to inspire others. But like a gypsy wind, sometimes we can wander to far. Get lost in the moment, lose the story plot. So, I would never want to be idolized, that’s not what I’m about. That’s the kind of thinking, that’ll open up a...
#prose
176 reads
6 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
30th May 2024 10:29pm
30th May 2024 10:29pm
Trumpeting? Nah, not me,
trump found guilty
on all 34 counts.
That will do for me.
on all 34 counts.
That will do for me.
#prose
91 reads
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tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
29th May 2024 5:47am
29th May 2024 5:47am
~ hypervigilance ~
I wish someone would have told me that the effortless ability to indulge every fiber of my being into all of those that came my way- would leave me cauterizing my surging wounds.
I wonder if I still would have chosen to be the same temporary home.
Or to love I would have become immune.
Or if I would have chosen to tear the flesh off of the first person who did me wrong with bear hands and wear it over my skin.
Or if I would have so carefully sliced into their chest to grip their rotting heart.
While I watched the blood run down my...
I wonder if I still would have chosen to be the same temporary home.
Or to love I would have become immune.
Or if I would have chosen to tear the flesh off of the first person who did me wrong with bear hands and wear it over my skin.
Or if I would have so carefully sliced into their chest to grip their rotting heart.
While I watched the blood run down my...
#dark
#love
#narrative
#prose
#shadows
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beanbandit
Poem Published
15th May 2024 6:42pm
15th May 2024 6:42pm
They gon know
They gon kno I love you
Ain't gotta say your name
And they gon kno I love you
Like every time it rain
And they gon kno I love you
Like when I see the dai
And they gon know I love you
Cause they don't see no pain
When they look at me now
I know that sounds insane
And they gon know I love you
And they ain't thought of me
When they see my love shining
Like moonlight through the trees
And they gon know I love you
And they gon know it's true
But that don't even matter
Because they isn't you
Ain't gotta say your name
And they gon kno I love you
Like every time it rain
And they gon kno I love you
Like when I see the dai
And they gon know I love you
Cause they don't see no pain
When they look at me now
I know that sounds insane
And they gon know I love you
And they ain't thought of me
When they see my love shining
Like moonlight through the trees
And they gon know I love you
And they gon know it's true
But that don't even matter
Because they isn't you
#jealousy
#love
#prose
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