Prose Poem Poems - Poems about Prose Poem

A prose poem based on Copotronic love (Scifie) by Tamanna Ferdous One day, I was all prepared to test him about his IQ. After testing him with different questions in general knowledge, I read him from an antique Bengali poet, Jibanananda Das. "The resting place placed the restful here Never certain if the restful is resting here, though.” Then...

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the week passes miles counted numbers turn as I drive fields of gold my reflections of beauty my dreams tires sing on a county road memories reclaimed with my favorite songs the landscape shimmers as the moon ghosts the sky in the slant of light perceived in the slant of light the moon ghosts the sky the landscape shimmers with my favorite songs memories reclaimed on a county road tires sing my dreams of beauty my reflections fields of gold as I...

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~ We Need A Savior ~ ( Prose Poem ) ~O~ Sometimes when we think so much about tomorrow we get so concerned n stressed about it. In minutes or in a split of a second, we might get so worried and so full of fears. We tend to think very...

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Prose Poems II by Michael R. Burch These are prose poems (is that an oxymoron?) and experimental poems... briefling by Michael R. Burch manishatched, hopsintotheMix, cavorts, hassex (quick!, spawnanewBrood!); then, likeamayfly, he’s suddenly gone: plantfood. bachelorhoodwinked by Michael R. Burch u are charming & disarming, but mostly !!!ALARMING!!! since all my resolve dissolved! u are chic as a sheikh's harem girl in the...

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Prose Poems Something by Michael R. Burch Something inescapable is lost?lost like a pale vapor curling up into shafts of moonlight, vanishing in a gust of wind toward an expanse of stars immeasurable and void. Something uncapturable is gone?gone with the spent leaves and illuminations of autumn, scattered into a haze with the faint rustle of parched grass...

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Reality dawns in my mind,a thrread that runs through reason,a repository and reference point in imagination’s flight. Seeing what’s there to see,that single tree in the forest of my mind’s eye.This defining moment where innerfeelings fly free.Seeing things as they really are,sharing the intimate every ready to explore the pathos of things with a blaze...

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the unconscious a source of images&action in disguise& gesture with slips of tongue interpreted with simile& metaphor of libidinal desire listening to the unsound made loud out of view of id&ego impulses exposed as universal symbols in the repository of memory by the fiction of dream&myth transitioned into the...

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A birthing moment from the fog that surround,blissful,momentary experiences from a higher radiance, caught,captured and considered. This power to inspire never ceases, breathes in the minutiae of life,where we may be trapped.All or nothing or not at all.This perceptive observation,the now immediacy of wordless lines can recapture the moments of love or suffering and imprint...

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Thoughts over and done with we see,touch think and feel that which always is may spring forth as stark silhouettes against the sky,unveiled our words then evaporate upon the wind unremembered ,forgotten, lasting retrospectives awaiting,waiting another tomorrow...

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The imaginary musings of my mind, experience past & present lingers long,dusted off, re-opened,viewed from time to time, retrospective perspective changes all; maturity's long-sightedness squints aghast, then savours the mellowness of memory; a tear,a smile washes nostalgia's face.Today will be yesterday, gathering dust....

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No holding back,keep on keeping on before the well runs dry.a persistence to say something I feel is right. Inclinations and ideals that meet in perfect harmony, form 7 inner sounds.Pulled up from what is above and contemplate the landscape of my imagination,to show but not tell.Then stimulate the underlying unsaid enigma, this poignant pause,...

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Everything in its season,concentrated and alive stray objects ripple across the view and solitary imagination is its scale.Recollections of things past,so apposite for self-expression sieved to retain the essentials.Exaggeration modified, ignorance contemplated and constrained. Atmospheres of yesterday translated loom & sound so, unique as a snowflake to speak to the ear.Our inner make-up exposed as...

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Words,verbs,adjectives,aimless,past times made present, amalgams of verse unshaped,until imagination's birth bursts from the spring of my maturity to awake,arise as ideas and fly free on imagination's unfettered wings ,blown to and fro to settle where they will with nowhere to hide, buried deep within long forgotten dreams until becoming clear ,as words floating like...

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Shafts of light pierce the gloom inspiration speak Those pictures in the mind paint my private space A well within-images, in the mind dreams and visions and things not known. in visualised expression rivers,rivers stream from my mind spring forth images,to find Within the soul of my experience Unconscious seeds of tomorrow's joy, waiting the...

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image alights as a butterfly in spring,a thought arrives as inspiration on the wing.An idea resides to crystallize and brings each together as one berthing the simultaneous visions,mutli-layered innovative coherence unresolved turns a spark from the tinder of imagination into a flame..a flame that gathers up experience burnishes and refines a nugget of emotion...

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