A Lonesome CatharsisHe never questioned the weight behind his eyes until the day he finally woke up. For as long as he could remember, the mud had been a part of him. A thick, caked crust beneath his skin that hardened with each passing year. He believed everyone carried the same layer, worn like a second skin,...
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Categories:
change, emotions, identity, loneliness,
Form: Prose Poetry
My Share to Make a DifferenceJubilant soul hopes above firmament
vibrant faith soars midst trials
radiant heart reverberates
melody of hymns, serenely triumphant
to silence chaotic angst
while exalting God Who makes life wondrous
as love-conquered human nature
fulfills functional share that leaves
impactful difference...
yon grave....
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Categories:
blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form: Prose Poetry
Oopsie PoopsieMy puppy pooed on my nasty neighbor's lawn
My neighbor barked at me because of it
Of course, I picked up the poop with a baggie
But my neighbor just kept on barking
I totally understand that accidents do happen
Oops...I accidentally left the baggie on her porch!...
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Categories:
humorous,
Form: Prose Poetry
Morning CoffeeThe mother-in-law woke me with her dry cough.
The electric alarm clock is registering 6am;
two hours since the baby’s last feed—
the one she came to help me with.
I crawl out of my warm bed to put the kettle on
and select the chipped coffee mug for her.
...
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Categories:
satire,
Form: Prose Poetry
Nobody“Who is it about?”
You. It’s always been you. For months. Worth more than gold, weighing less than mud are my thoughts. Months of downplaying, cast aside, thrown to the pigs. You. It always came back to you. With your silky hair, long and dark. Soft to the touch, like one would imagine a cloud's. Your...
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Categories:
crush, cute love, heartbreak,
Form: Prose Poetry
A DreamGood to you, good for you, good with you… All things I’ve always dreamt of being. But also all things I never will be. You need more than this… more than me. I stare at my ceiling and wonder what it could be… what WE could be. Nothing. I know that’s the real answer… Yet,...
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Categories:
betrayal, crush, cry, deep,
Form: Prose Poetry
At The SideDark days have come and gone and I am still lingering on the lawn, long painful nights have robbed me of my sleep and sometimes it makes my spirit weep. I have already ran a thousand mile and the shadows moving in the sky understands my innate cry but the moment quickly fades away and...
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Categories:
america, blessing, business, culture,
Form: Prose Poetry
The Price I'd PaySometimes I’m angry you left. That you gave up. That you weren’t strong enough to stay. The bitterness creeps in quietly, like a shadow I didn’t invite. But then I stop—because who am I to measure a pain I never lived? I never stood at the edge of whatever storm made jumping feel safer than...
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Categories:
anxiety, longing, loss, relationship,
Form: Prose Poetry
By AccidentIt was a tedious trek down the hill.
The Sun was shrouded in darkness.
Thunder boomed and lightning flashed.
Knew I won’t be reaching home without getting wet.
I longed for a shelter to be in.
By accident, saw a small building a little away
I thanked God and all my stars.
Walking into it as fast as I could,
Sat on a...
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Categories:
anxiety, heartbreak, irony,
Form: Prose Poetry
Overlooked Quotes
If only wings all words would soar...too many anchors yet to endure.
Knowing is maybe less important than living? Certainly we are not here, to teach God anything.
We soak in our grief -- till the black robed thief returns us.
Traveling more deeply in sometimes is the only way out.
We travel and...
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Categories:
inspirational, language, literature, poetry,
Form: Prose Poetry
Der Dichter Im Himmel
[German Version]
Wenn Gott seine Hand über das Land schwingt,
wirft er Blautöne,
gab er uns allen ein Skript zum Lesen,
bei Kerzenlicht und silbernem Mond,
wenn Engel weinen und Sterne fallen,
wird der Dichter im Himmel über uns alle aufsteigen,
wenn der Himmel grau wird,
und all unsere Gefühle sich mit den Jahreszeiten ändern,
ergreife einen Topf voll Gold,
wenn Gottes Regenbögen seine Gründe...
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Categories:
angel, god, heaven, language,
Form: Prose Poetry
IrReligious MisEducationS/he is controversially counter-cultural
And yet,
MotherEartha defensively claims,
not so:
We grow trans-regenerational
transubstantiating substances
and subjects
to integrate more sacredly organic
Positive passions
re-connecting
re-membered past peak
pleasures restoring universal EarthJustice
and unitarian EarthMother peace.
I stand before you today
not to bury every conservative re-ligion
but to praise our natural SunGod history.
Rising from East
and setting West
indigenous mystery traditions,
re-ligiously enlightening experience
has always defended human longing
to more resiliently remain
in...
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Categories:
god, health, peace, political,
Form: Prose Poetry
UndoneI am determined to write poems about the poems I’ve already created to alleviate my stress. I vividly recall my first piece about an internet night stalker, who claimed I was like a "dessert rose"—a low-maintenance succulent that made men like him lose sleep over me. In return, they sought redemption, ending their sentences with...
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Categories:
age, allah, analogy, anger,
Form: Prose Poetry
The Last Day of Spring
Sping is where it all begins
Before the universe came on the scene
Then shortly the summer appears
And drive out all the fear
The mornings were fresh and clean
And clean air from far and near
Floats gentle on the stream
And the ingredients from the sun
Soaked my flesh with its heavenly breath
And the pipes of sorrow quickly fade away
And...
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Categories:
appreciation, birth, creation, deep,
Form: Prose Poetry
UnheardThere is music in the silence, in the rest of unheard notes. That is where I hold my breath. Where the universe spins out its code for me to read. I watch as the unfallen sky reveals her mystery. Language unfolds in choreography, dancing between each blink of intention.
But I have questions
If time...
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Categories:
dream, earth day, environment,
Form: Prose Poetry
Specific Types of Prose Poetry Poems
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