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.
Her
Poem Published
7th Aug 2024 8:43am
7th Aug 2024 8:43am
Strength Comes Slowly, Hope Sometimes in Slivers
#confessional
#determination
#hope
#illness
#prose
95 reads
15 Comments
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
26th Jul 2024 7:31pm
26th Jul 2024 7:31pm
Thorns of Memory
#fear
#hurt
#prose #ShortStory
#prose #ShortStory
118 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
134 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
137 reads
4 Comments
Her
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 11:33am
1st Jul 2024 11:33am
Sometimes Growth Sucks…Sorta
#PersonalGrowth
#prose
#SelfReflection #sex
#SelfReflection #sex
121 reads
14 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
144 reads
3 Comments
Her
Poem Published
30th Jun 2024 3:30pm
30th Jun 2024 3:30pm
Resistance
I’ve always had a rebellious streak. There have been times in my life when she was dampened, almost snuffed out, but thankfully, she’s persevered, like me. People have tried to tame her, I’ve tried to hide her, ignore her, at times I’ve been ashamed of her, and afraid of her. Stubborn thing that she is, there have been times when she liked to take control, and thank the universe for that. I’m quite sure she’s what helped saved my life. Many times. Now I embrace her, use her to my advantage. I’m learning when it’s appropriate to wield her power and when to give her a rest. And for those who...
#anger
#childhood
#family
#forgiveness
#prose
189 reads
16 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
164 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
119 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
77 reads
15 Comments
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
122 reads
0 Comments
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
133 reads
3 Comments
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