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.
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
14th May 2024 4:10am
14th May 2024 4:10am
Ivy
Yearning is inherited. We buy Hershey bars and street maps, sticky fingers tracing the roads between us. Collect bottle tops and unicorn stickers. How the scientists say we never really touch. Something about electrons and porcelain shoes. Mother always tossing her hair and looking away. Troubling us with her sad stories of Mercurochrome and cocktail rings. We take super eights down to the lake. You film me in my bra, the look in my eyes daring you to harm me. Our lovely drownings as we try to swallow the stars. The livid-red coals of our cigarettes like fireflies in the night.
#prose
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1 Comment
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
8th May 2024 9:10pm
8th May 2024 9:10pm
Musing 2
It’s kinda funny,
How you’re always hanging round.
How can I encourage you?
To come close.
Be on even ground.
There’s no pressure.
We can do what you want to do.
What I am trying to say is, I see you.
Are you shy, or just playing a role?
You want my hand.
We can take a stroll.
Better yet, take the lead.
I’ll follow you,
And we will see.
What you want I can do for you.
There is no pressure.
That’s a fact.
I just...
How you’re always hanging round.
How can I encourage you?
To come close.
Be on even ground.
There’s no pressure.
We can do what you want to do.
What I am trying to say is, I see you.
Are you shy, or just playing a role?
You want my hand.
We can take a stroll.
Better yet, take the lead.
I’ll follow you,
And we will see.
What you want I can do for you.
There is no pressure.
That’s a fact.
I just...
#FreeVerse
#prose
26 reads
8 Comments
mantisdeer
Cait
Cait
Poem Published
3rd May 2024 4:25pm
3rd May 2024 4:25pm
Of All I Can Never Have
#crush
#lust
#passion
#prose
#sex
218 reads
13 Comments
deadwolf
Poem Published
26th Apr 2024 8:52am
26th Apr 2024 8:52am
Untitled write #14
``~~~...~~~```
I have a grievance,
a greave status with you woman
An you don’t let me fix it,
You do not let me correct the situation
What happens when a wound is not addressed
It festers
It burns
Just like that chair that I sit on
That is cancerous, an makes me sick
With infection, boils and wounds
And I just have to take it
Smiling
Until I explode
And all is driven mad
And all is destroyed by wrath before me;
`~,,~`
In the death of you...
In the death of you my love,
Into your shadow I would...
I have a grievance,
a greave status with you woman
An you don’t let me fix it,
You do not let me correct the situation
What happens when a wound is not addressed
It festers
It burns
Just like that chair that I sit on
That is cancerous, an makes me sick
With infection, boils and wounds
And I just have to take it
Smiling
Until I explode
And all is driven mad
And all is destroyed by wrath before me;
`~,,~`
In the death of you...
In the death of you my love,
Into your shadow I would...
#anger
#gothic
#love #prose
#love #prose
176 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2024 10:56pm
22nd Apr 2024 10:56pm
The Sheridan Women
The women of the Sheridan family always disappeared at some point in their lives, normally before fifty but at least once at seventy-two. (She was a powerful old woman called Ma Sheridan, who ruled her henhouse with an iron claw.) Eleanor became dimly aware of this truth when she was seven years old, and overheard her mother explaining family photographs to her grandfather, already short of memory at sixty-eight. His name was Granddad Chips and it would take another twelve years for the old boy to require hospitalisation, by which time Eleanor would have made her disappearance, the youngest...
#magic
#pagan
#prose #witches
#prose #witches
107 reads
2 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 8:58pm
19th Apr 2024 8:58pm
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I've no opinion until I've poemed one out...
#prose
113 reads
0 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
18th Apr 2024 00:30am
18th Apr 2024 00:30am
Crazy Love
Reading between the lines, she was out in left field and off the deep end,
grasping at straws to drink of a glass half empty.
grasping at straws to drink of a glass half empty.
#love
#metaphor
#morality
#philosophical
#prose
173 reads
2 Comments
Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
14th Apr 2024 7:15pm
14th Apr 2024 7:15pm
Brickstone
3000 BC, welcome to Brickstone, with stone built blocks of flats. If you weren't from around here, then you tip-toe.
Chrysopraze Stone was a neanderthal badman. He was feared throughout the land of Bricks, just like he's the Sandman.
He had a low forehead, and his barnet was shaved to the wood. He had a sabre tooth shank that he carried around in the hood.
His wifey Amathyst was also good with her fists. You wouldn't criticise her cooking, or your facial mug would get chipped.
She was tall and she was blonde, Amazonian strong, the queen of the...
Chrysopraze Stone was a neanderthal badman. He was feared throughout the land of Bricks, just like he's the Sandman.
He had a low forehead, and his barnet was shaved to the wood. He had a sabre tooth shank that he carried around in the hood.
His wifey Amathyst was also good with her fists. You wouldn't criticise her cooking, or your facial mug would get chipped.
She was tall and she was blonde, Amazonian strong, the queen of the...
#narrative
#ShortStory
#prose
#historical
#nonfiction
240 reads
2 Comments
deadwolf
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 00:09am
13th Apr 2024 00:09am
Random Ramblins #13
3:33AM
Pain hits hard enough to wake me up
~again… damn it… again~
prayin to empty bottles of pills
Ignite the soothing away of pain
please, refill… please
hands shakin & can hardly see
cant make it to phone, legs achin so bad,
been so busy perfecting hatred an resentment lately
that forgot to practice smiling
an bein grateful for what already got
though at the moment
cant seem to remember anything to be grateful for
3:33am
what the fuk is so special about 3:33
`~,,~`
Layin in bed nude for days...
Pain hits hard enough to wake me up
~again… damn it… again~
prayin to empty bottles of pills
Ignite the soothing away of pain
please, refill… please
hands shakin & can hardly see
cant make it to phone, legs achin so bad,
been so busy perfecting hatred an resentment lately
that forgot to practice smiling
an bein grateful for what already got
though at the moment
cant seem to remember anything to be grateful for
3:33am
what the fuk is so special about 3:33
`~,,~`
Layin in bed nude for days...
#gothic
#narrative
#prose
159 reads
1 Comment
deadwolf
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 6:02am
12th Apr 2024 6:02am
Random Ramblins #12 ~ Window at night
Sittin here, at mine window at night,
by my fridge, drinkin beers in the cold day of it,
By my window, alone once again,
Tryin to figure out which one o us is sane, or insane,
Darlin don’t you know that men sometimes need time, on our own,
When there is no one left for you to blame, can you truly love me,
Turn you music on me
Spread your wings high o’er me
Hero’s often fade,
In the minds eye, front news,
With revelations of all that’s good in man,
Cosmic Queries come out strong,
In a place that does not belong, ...
by my fridge, drinkin beers in the cold day of it,
By my window, alone once again,
Tryin to figure out which one o us is sane, or insane,
Darlin don’t you know that men sometimes need time, on our own,
When there is no one left for you to blame, can you truly love me,
Turn you music on me
Spread your wings high o’er me
Hero’s often fade,
In the minds eye, front news,
With revelations of all that’s good in man,
Cosmic Queries come out strong,
In a place that does not belong, ...
#gothic
#narrative
#prose
106 reads
1 Comment
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 00:40am
12th Apr 2024 00:40am
whodunnit without a twist
professor made it quite clear that he
thought the conclusion they’d reached was complete poppycock, but they’d reached it, so there’s an end to it, he said
thought the conclusion they’d reached was complete poppycock, but they’d reached it, so there’s an end to it, he said
#prose
64 reads
0 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 11:28pm
9th Apr 2024 11:28pm
Call of Idols
Skies transpose
To the reason
Blowing wind
Vicarious now
Traverse cast
From the body
Uncertain when
Spiraling near
Presumed matter
Why the spatial
Currents direct
Physical allusion
Above hills
Call of idols
Into valleys
Moonlit nigh
Language universal
Down the slopes
Folds echo
Present thickening
...
To the reason
Blowing wind
Vicarious now
Traverse cast
From the body
Uncertain when
Spiraling near
Presumed matter
Why the spatial
Currents direct
Physical allusion
Above hills
Call of idols
Into valleys
Moonlit nigh
Language universal
Down the slopes
Folds echo
Present thickening
...
#universe
#prose
#humankind
#metaphor
#morality
116 reads
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