Prose Love Poems

Who is this I have found
lying dying
on the ground
drowning in her
prose and woes
making not one
single sound?

Where does she go to
where does she hide
see how she’s...

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Night calls softly through a wonderful silent smile
Painting poetry and prose without any guile
Promising words filled with dancing dreams so worthwhile

Whispers of joy inspire the...

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Words fall like hard rain, 
Soft snow, or fragrant leaves.
Measuring spoons of stillness 
Against each swallowed sound.
You become a sink 
With both taps running.
Above all...

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Letter to my love

To; the love of my love 
Spare me some of your time 
As I'm heading too far now 
Let me tell you...

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Shydah had the confidence of twenty
I was thrown off my cycle the second I saw her eyes
She laughed and climbed on the back
In a firm...

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      For you I knew the cold,
    ...

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All the following are true: you love him. 

He loves you. 

You are not ready to be loved like that. 

He confesses how long he’s...

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I am a girl with a body made of soil. We catch falling embers of fire in our bare hands with laughter;

And later I catch...

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Within this every now we know as life:
a singlet, without gravity of purpose, 
provides a modicum of lack.
An only ear we listen to that cannot...

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Our relationship is tenuous at best. 
I know you by the sounds you make 
when touching me at night. 
Now and then, mid-day bright, 
I...

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In kindergarten we were the little dollies
Carried around by our classmates all day
Until we started to like it
My happy twin and I 
Naturally prissy teacher...

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We are nothing, but a whisper of time,
Prose, poem, chapter, or rhyme.
Nothing, but the thoughts in my head.
Happy, creative, sad, exciting or dread.
The tale continues,...

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Lavender and lace collide in hues
Of blushing rose, crimson prose
And wonderous virgin like whispers
Of music in tones of angelic notes
Breathing echoes of sensations
Sent from most...

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“I Do! I DO! I Do!” delight at the actuality of marrying
my grandmother. Did she soar, as I do at the retelling?
I don’t know. But...

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With You I wake with crust in my eyes
unable to unjust my sight
Disheveled and torn
can't put a comb through my hair 
because you tangled and...

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