Long Proses Poems

*warning* disturbing lines have been detected - you have been warned, readers. Okay, enjoy this somewhat deep and astounding poem from me that took days to write...>:)

I bet you anything that I'm the laziest guy...

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Insignificant,
My proses are nothing without you-
but scribbles, through and through
I dream a dark weary blur
of letters, a phrases, going by in a flur-
Even that; my thoughts seeming simple
even then it lacks luster given by you-
the...

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Sympathetic purpled eyed Suzan                               ...

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uthoritis

Date: Sun, Oct 18 2015 at 6:26 PM

I'm a Poetic "Prince"
I use my Gift to "Present"
So my Presence to be "Present"
I use it's "Essence"
As a " Element"
A Promotion to being "Outspoken"
I was Called and I...

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It was a magical time.  It was youth and exuberance; It was excitement and discovery; it was innocence. It is now just memory, ah, but once it was the reality of sunshine and butterflies....

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Insignificant,
My proses are nothing without you-
but scribbles, through and through
I dream a dark weary blur
of letters, a phrases, going by in a flur-
Even that; my thoughts seeming simple
even then it lacks luster given by you-...

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In our  crimson embers lie the snowflakes
In our snowflakes rise our whispers
In the downward valley 
You asked

Where are gone the embers
My bird asks your roses
The maniac cucumber
That would change your proses
to hankering  lyrics
In...

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My Muse!

My muse is not an imaginary being made up by ancient civilizations saying that inspiration
for everything comes from supernatural beings different ones assigned to different things
instead it comes from inside of my brain
which derives...

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What Wasted Wastes!

Wasted debates
Wasted dialogues
Wasted breathes
Wasted efforts
Wasted energies
Wasted times
Wasted days
Wasted weeks
Wasted months
Wasted years
Wasted lifetimes
Wasted knowledges 
Wasted secrets
Wasted powers
Wasted egos
Wasted loves
Wasted emotions
Wasted existences
Wasted pleasures
Wasted pains
Wasted pleasurable-pains
Wasted gains
Wasted seeds
Wasted ideas
Wasted beliefs
Wasted facts
Wasted fictions
Wasted thoughts
Wasted minds
Wasted actions
Wasted words
Wasted...

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Stop taking.
just take a minute to stay still.
A calm mind is what I crave.
The very bliss of life.
Although with out thought there is mistake.
To much thought and your mind goes blank.
Where is the middle the...

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MY BELOVETH

How beautiful are thy feet my beloved
You navel is like a round goblet
Your two breast are like the young roes
Those are twins 
Your faces is like the morning stars
Your eyes proses the heart of...

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The shape of a wheel
Wikus
1/11/2016

It is quiet, it is night
In my heart, a question bright
Should I stay, put up a fight
Should I go, despite being right

Darkness covers no unjust
In their hearts for blood the lust
We...

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Here I am-- again
Grabbing my pen, scribbling my pain
Into bleeding and excruciating words
That might end up killing me.
Damn, I need to let this out! 
I need to release all the dramas and doubt. 
My pen...

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1) Any form – I am usually not fond of prose
2) 10 line minimum, 50 Line Max
3) No Names
4) No poems from any of my previous contests
5) Poems uploaded to PS on 10.07.15 or earlier
6)...

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Poetry is breathing out
graces of the heart; 
for unlike other writing,
such exhalation 
transcends words:
whether scented with sulfur
or mint de jour 
poetry is the soul’s lure
dangling immortality--

We are tempted to the brink;
whether dreadful fall
or bottomless sink
next...

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Storyteller weaves his tales
throughout my mind and heart.
He alchemies my leaden days
into golden thoughts.

We soar above the shrinking earth
on word-filled wings at night,
glide on intellectual planes;
it’s Truth we seek to find.

Charting unknown territory
of heartlands, minds...

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Captain of the most distant islands
living poem among my proses
that each one was exchanging for roses
with moonlight and wandering mornings

II
You loved as few have loved
with sea madness and clear lyrics
the greatest poet that will remain...

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I'm a writer, a sucker for flowery words
Creating poetry and proses I can afford, 
Then we met and everything changed
My mind went idle, empty in a snap
Hands frozen, heart trembling, begging to stop--
I could no...

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I keep all my memories of you 
locked up in a box
filmy layers of dust and grime
cover the proof of my crime
kept and treasured disposable roses
and brittle dry proses.
I keep all my memories of you
locked...

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