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.
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
261 reads
8 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
144 reads
6 Comments
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
213 reads
1 Comment
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
165 reads
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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
190 reads
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
87 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
286 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
231 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
168 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
168 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
230 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
305 reads
2 Comments
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