Prose Poems | Prose Examples

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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[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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It is morning, my coffee and I sit alongside my grandson. He is still fast asleep, my guest bedroom never used by him. He loves to sleep out in the open and watch Netflix before he shuts his eyes. It is morning, and I have the morning show on low, hardly paying attention, looking up occasionally....

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What is the meaning of marriage Marriage is about two people Who are in love irrespective of health, Of wealth will not abandon each other But mutually support each other Irregardless of any circumstances Will not back out the marital promise Whether pain or gain will face head on Facing any storm in life with courage Never give up but in control willfully The...

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There is a shadow moving in the street Hanging over the people you meet It has no hands elbow or knees but but it is moving swiftly in the air and it is causing the people to fear a warm energy is bursting out of the sun and the people are flocking the beaches to absorbing the strange heat, they...

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He Kept looking into the palm of his hands To see if there is something that he could understand But the words continue to scroll up and down like Writings on a page revealing his old age, There was something in the light that he Could not see that was draining his Physical energy, it was just...

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I’m walking out of quick trip You’re walking inside Eye contact that feels like body contact The smile isn’t missing I respond with something favorable I know we’ll probably never see each other again But knowing we were both thinking something similar means everything That moment it’s framed in my better days gallery No you’re not my person but for 3 seconds it...

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S/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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Two best of friends met in a place where most animals go afterlife. Ballyregan: "I run all my life... until I retired." Scurlogue: "I've won many races, but I had one race where I ran back and not finish the race." Ballyregan: "Why?" Scurlogue: "Because I wanted you to win!"...

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People in love usually say with conviction That they never love anyone else so deeply again But after breaking up they can always find someone new Who they think is their true love Always feels lonely in a crowd and miss places for nostalgia However, they'll never feel so scared to leave someone again. People in love feel impulsive, passionate and...

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I 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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I have travelled upon the earth and get lost in work I have painted the covers of the universe and mingle With animals in the dirt and have witness the bridges carried away in the sea and rough waves come chasing after me but I hoist myself upon big ships before the thunder rolls...

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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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The author hears a collective effort to fulfil his idea, and instantly realises that it is not quite what he had in mind, or even not at all, in some places. But realising the mediator's costs, he may admire it in somewhat contradicting way, just as the average person sometimes wholeheartedly supports the team that...

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There 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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