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.
Connotation
Poem Published
5th Mar 2024 11:20pm
5th Mar 2024 11:20pm
Stirring Crap
Erotic hedonist,
Remembering drama,
Through being nosey,
Gets a whiff.
Bodily functions,
In sensual lust,
Allude deception,
Subjecting confusion.
Snuffing ferment,
Disposable waste,
Whilst cleansing,
Healthy guts?
Twisted indulgence,
Never resisting,
Escaping extremity,
Perverted wonder.
Downward spiral,
Literal morality,
Mindfully exempt,
Ignorant bliss.
Semblant visage,
Crooked smile,
Chance plays,
Flushing away.
Head in toilet, ...
Remembering drama,
Through being nosey,
Gets a whiff.
Bodily functions,
In sensual lust,
Allude deception,
Subjecting confusion.
Snuffing ferment,
Disposable waste,
Whilst cleansing,
Healthy guts?
Twisted indulgence,
Never resisting,
Escaping extremity,
Perverted wonder.
Downward spiral,
Literal morality,
Mindfully exempt,
Ignorant bliss.
Semblant visage,
Crooked smile,
Chance plays,
Flushing away.
Head in toilet, ...
#lust
#prose
#metaphor
#sensual
#temptation
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2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
5th Mar 2024 1:06am
5th Mar 2024 1:06am
in front of new strangers
depressed by the final
curtain, when the audience
applaud and then leave and
never see the play again,
but the actors they still go on and believe, a little uncertain ..
curtain, when the audience
applaud and then leave and
never see the play again,
but the actors they still go on and believe, a little uncertain ..
#prose
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2 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
28th Feb 2024 9:48pm
28th Feb 2024 9:48pm
Vast
Vast, open expanse traversed betwixt destined transposition.
Encompassing all, through and around, viewable variations.
Whence begins, ends.
Ever, always.
Horizons envelop, fold, change.
Perpetual coursing, meandering, unraveling galactic fate.
Planes of impossible comprehension contrast.
The small, minute realization of self in reality.
Exponential fractals, like subatomic particles, chance the largest star.
To divide and displace levels and scales beyond perception.
Linear induction is dwarfed, as profound multiplying...
Encompassing all, through and around, viewable variations.
Whence begins, ends.
Ever, always.
Horizons envelop, fold, change.
Perpetual coursing, meandering, unraveling galactic fate.
Planes of impossible comprehension contrast.
The small, minute realization of self in reality.
Exponential fractals, like subatomic particles, chance the largest star.
To divide and displace levels and scales beyond perception.
Linear induction is dwarfed, as profound multiplying...
#inspirational
#universe
#prose
#learning
#metaphor
102 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 9:01am
22nd Feb 2024 9:01am
an item
the item
It is strange today, I feel sad
bought a new cell phone and sensed it was too expensive
I never liked spending money on myself makes
I feel guilty, like I do not deserve it.
I bought a suit when I was twenty a nice suit I bought
in Stockholm, it soon got too small, and I gave it
to my sister's husband.
Being the stinting sort, he wore it until it fell off.
When a child, I never wore anything new
only hand-me-down
I was OK with that.
The phone is black, and I feel intimidated by its sternness
when I switch it on,...
It is strange today, I feel sad
bought a new cell phone and sensed it was too expensive
I never liked spending money on myself makes
I feel guilty, like I do not deserve it.
I bought a suit when I was twenty a nice suit I bought
in Stockholm, it soon got too small, and I gave it
to my sister's husband.
Being the stinting sort, he wore it until it fell off.
When a child, I never wore anything new
only hand-me-down
I was OK with that.
The phone is black, and I feel intimidated by its sternness
when I switch it on,...
#FreeVerse
#prose
#sonnet
#triolet
#villanelle
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Connotation
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 00:19am
22nd Feb 2024 00:19am
Loss of Inspiration
In the abyss of the deep, only grey matter reflected.
My breath was swept away by a witch's broom.
Secrets of dust were under a rug.
Astonishment took over like a surprise.
Magical, a flying carpet goes over my head, like deception.
The spell of time enthralled me with its flickering eminence of expiration.
My candle was hidden and about to burn out.
Hands on the wall, 6 o'clock, my attention was arrested.
Straight up and down, a power broadcast.
The thief in the night came and ransacked.
My captivated spirit. ...
My breath was swept away by a witch's broom.
Secrets of dust were under a rug.
Astonishment took over like a surprise.
Magical, a flying carpet goes over my head, like deception.
The spell of time enthralled me with its flickering eminence of expiration.
My candle was hidden and about to burn out.
Hands on the wall, 6 o'clock, my attention was arrested.
Straight up and down, a power broadcast.
The thief in the night came and ransacked.
My captivated spirit. ...
#identity
#spiritual
#prose
#art
#metaphor
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
15th Feb 2024 9:48am
15th Feb 2024 9:48am
The Case of the Criminal Queen
a detective story
It was a busy day for Homer Featherstonhaugh and as he leapt from the red London bus, as much as a man of his girth ever leaps, he had a loud enough song in his heart to make the sparrows quit their warblings. He dove into Bidwell’s and ordered a pot of tea and a cooked breakfast. Folks thought it was eccentric of him to eat in a workman’s cafe surrounded by boiler suits and such, or a sign that he was trying too hard to seem like a man of the people, a sort of reverse parvenu. ‘Silly old Homer’ they’d say, ‘Off on his odysseys again. The fellows must think him a...
It was a busy day for Homer Featherstonhaugh and as he leapt from the red London bus, as much as a man of his girth ever leaps, he had a loud enough song in his heart to make the sparrows quit their warblings. He dove into Bidwell’s and ordered a pot of tea and a cooked breakfast. Folks thought it was eccentric of him to eat in a workman’s cafe surrounded by boiler suits and such, or a sign that he was trying too hard to seem like a man of the people, a sort of reverse parvenu. ‘Silly old Homer’ they’d say, ‘Off on his odysseys again. The fellows must think him a...
#ShortStory
#prose
#mystery #historical
#mystery #historical
128 reads
2 Comments
Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
1st Feb 2024 5:41pm
1st Feb 2024 5:41pm
Kab-Baddy
In the gritty streets where Harley roams, Harleen Handall, the name she owns. A weekend shift at the corner store, Covering for her folks, she's ready for more.
Four girls stroll in, fueled by booz, one of them decides to shoplift, a bad decision to choose. "Oi P*ki, grab vodka from the top shelf, now!" Harleen stays cool and refuses to bow.
She hands over the bottle with a calm demeanor, But the girl's not satisfied, her actions much meaner. "LET GO, YOU SILLY B*TCH!" she yells and she kicks, Harleen holds tight, using her skills, so slick.
...
Four girls stroll in, fueled by booz, one of them decides to shoplift, a bad decision to choose. "Oi P*ki, grab vodka from the top shelf, now!" Harleen stays cool and refuses to bow.
She hands over the bottle with a calm demeanor, But the girl's not satisfied, her actions much meaner. "LET GO, YOU SILLY B*TCH!" she yells and she kicks, Harleen holds tight, using her skills, so slick.
...
#narrative
#ShortStory
#prose #sports
#prose #sports
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
27th Jan 2024 00:56am
27th Jan 2024 00:56am
sitting comfortably
spends most of his days in
the library studying toby jugs
outside
things are looking
ugly
the library studying toby jugs
outside
things are looking
ugly
#prose
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Connotation
Poem Published
25th Jan 2024 8:05pm
25th Jan 2024 8:05pm
As Lesson
As lesson,
From test,
To options,
A right.
As nexus,
From set,
To problem,
A line.
As measured,
From trek,
To constant,
A mile.
As netted,
From step,
To walking,
A sign.
As lengthened,
From depths,
To hearken,
A life.
As senses,
From guess,
To conscience,
A sight.
As questions,
From lest,
To sharpen,
A mind.
As presence,
From quest,
To knowledge,
A fight.
As...
From test,
To options,
A right.
As nexus,
From set,
To problem,
A line.
As measured,
From trek,
To constant,
A mile.
As netted,
From step,
To walking,
A sign.
As lengthened,
From depths,
To hearken,
A life.
As senses,
From guess,
To conscience,
A sight.
As questions,
From lest,
To sharpen,
A mind.
As presence,
From quest,
To knowledge,
A fight.
As...
#God
#spiritual
#prose
#metaphor
#morality
181 reads
5 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
18th Jan 2024 11:39pm
18th Jan 2024 11:39pm
a poem about something, but I don’t know what ..
bloke in the pub asked me what
I was reading more into the
question than there probably was
nothing to say.
I was reading more into the
question than there probably was
nothing to say.
#prose
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theyrejustwords
Poem Published
8th Jan 2024 9:40pm
8th Jan 2024 9:40pm
Cement impressions
I wonder about the dogs
whose paws leave prints in the cement.
Actually, I wonder about the owners
of the dogs whose paws leave prints in the cement.
Were they amused?
Were they annoyed?
What is it like to clean cement off of a dogs paws?
Did they even notice?
I once followed a trail of bloody paw prints for 12 blocks;
I wondered if they noticed.
Would I notice?
whose paws leave prints in the cement.
Actually, I wonder about the owners
of the dogs whose paws leave prints in the cement.
Were they amused?
Were they annoyed?
What is it like to clean cement off of a dogs paws?
Did they even notice?
I once followed a trail of bloody paw prints for 12 blocks;
I wondered if they noticed.
Would I notice?
#dogs
#prose
#SelfReflection
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Rew
Poem Published
18th Dec 2023 4:56pm
18th Dec 2023 4:56pm
My Junk Drawer.
What is in?
Bits of string, bottle tops, vinegar sprinkler,
(just the top not the whole bottle this slips
inside the next bottle if I've forgotten to get
one with a sprinkler, see?) I haven't the
patience to use a cruet set besides I use
my one egg cup for salt. & pepper comes
with a built in holed shaker/sprinkler top.
Sardine keys, corned beef key, ( these are slot
B thingies where tab A on the tin slips in then
you can kinda screw them open and not like keys...
Bits of string, bottle tops, vinegar sprinkler,
(just the top not the whole bottle this slips
inside the next bottle if I've forgotten to get
one with a sprinkler, see?) I haven't the
patience to use a cruet set besides I use
my one egg cup for salt. & pepper comes
with a built in holed shaker/sprinkler top.
Sardine keys, corned beef key, ( these are slot
B thingies where tab A on the tin slips in then
you can kinda screw them open and not like keys...
#prose
#SelfDiscovery
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