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Poetic Prose Poems - Poems about Poetic Prose


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I’m not whom You may think I am But am the who That I am And the coming To being more As the belly Of my soul ...

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Categories: poetic prose, allegory, encouraging, extended metaphor,
Form: Free verse
War on Thistle
A yellow notice on the gate with bold letterhead states Noxious Weed Commission and then, in smaller red print, declares:  Demand Notice to Remove Thistle. This notice is a sudden smack behind the noggin.  Bringing attention to a purple, spiky blossom  on top of an orb wound tightly around a ball of seeds,  swaying in the breeze and heeding this question: What did you do? To make the County use its bureaucratic might  and declare thistle plants a blight, a public nuisance  worthy of persecution.  And any resistance will cause  an appearance before a judge who'll levy  fines and imprisonment. What did you do? Shock begins to wane and reason filters into the brain; this thistle, that goats devour like its a treat, it explodes into a cotton suite that birds  use to build a soft nest and squirrels  a cozy den for all their kin. Is this order just about the plants by the gate, or does it include plants used by bees, or the plants that...

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Categories: poetic prose, farm,
Form: Prose Poetry



Modern Bipedal Huminoides
Tire Town USA - An old flour mill with opportunistic metalwork;  windowless, wooden building with last century's red paint and an open garage with Able Men clad in baggy skins of oil stained overalls.   No clear link between their tools and their linguistic barks. Babbling as they dance around the wheel rim popper Until a clean, white skinned maiden walks through the swinging doors.    Check out the hottie in the lobby! yells some charming shark. The blond goddess, wearing a braless tanktop and white summer  pants draping seductively over her buttocks, stands behind her twin brother.    Used tires, her brother ask the young Able Man by the broken kiosk.  "Hey Boss" the young Able Man shouts as he steps toward the girl.  The young Able Man offers the girl a bottle of water, which she declines. An older Able Man escorts the boy deeper into the cavernous warehouse.  "It's cold" the young Able Man says to her butt as she walks away and then his shoulders slump as if the bottle weighs a ton. This modern young caveman, a grease-smeared untouchable to this filly, furrows his brows until they nearly meet over his nose and  realizes he can never touch the likes of her....

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Categories: poetic prose, romance,
Form: Prose Poetry
Endless What Is This Poetic Prose Effort About You Tell Me
Oh, yes, the hard, sad loss, the ever-aching desire! We're all left lost tired and wanton, burning within-but oh yes we all will rise up; greater before these days! This is all promised because of these treasures, verity our hope our chance-these faithful whispers all offered to us by our Creator! Yes, these brilliant opportunities...

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Categories: poetic prose, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Bio
An Honest Fate a Poetic Prose Stream of Consciousness Effort Mix the Chapters Chapter Book
This book is under my short story's heading on this site. Have fun reading and rearranging the chapters as you wish! Lol! ... This is the 1st chapter! You can make any chapter the buffer chapter! Leading on to the beginning of any chapter! I will tell you the secret of this book. There are...

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Categories: poetic prose, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Bio



Papa What About Spring a Central Focus Poetic Prose Effort Part Two Papas Dying Words
Written for my earthly adoptive, adaptive; Father. Who passed away from cancers of the spine, brain, and lungs. He told me that he had a good life and was honestly grateful to our Creator for this! No, he didn't suffer long. Our Creator came down from Heaven one Earthly early Spring morning and picked him up personally I...

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Categories: poetic prose, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Bio
Morning Wheat - a Concrete Poetic Prose Work
~ Morning Wheat ~ (A Pros Poetry Works) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ""Grace, faith ~~ patience, ~~ ...

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Categories: poetic prose, analogy, autumn, baptism, beautiful,
Form: Concrete
Premium Member The Squirrel-My Poetic Prose
Standing in my home’s backyard, gazed at the skies No poetic prose jumped out, but two staring eyes It swapped the branches of a tree by a daredevil jump Whirling, twirling, passing in mid air getting the hump. All the summer on the tall tree bare and brown See how the brown leaves are fluttering down This squirrel, my poetry, bobbing...

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Categories: poetic prose, animal,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member My Poetic Prose
My Poetic Prose Standing in my home’s backyard, gazed at the skies No poetic prose jumped out, but two staring eyes It swapped the branches of a tree by a daredevil jump Whirling, twirling, passing in mid air, getting the hump. All the summer on the tall tree bare and brown See how the brown leaves are fluttering down This squirrel, my...

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Categories: poetic prose, animal, nature,
Form: Rhyme

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