Morning CoffeeThe mother-in-law woke me with her dry cough.
The electric alarm clock is registering 6am;
two hours since the baby’s last feed—
the one she came to help me with.
I crawl out of my warm bed to put the kettle on
and select the chipped coffee mug for her.
...
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Categories:
satire,
Form: Prose Poetry
Nobody“Who is it about?”
You. It’s always been you. For months. Worth more than gold, weighing less than mud are my thoughts. Months of downplaying, cast aside, thrown to the pigs. You. It always came back to you. With your silky hair, long and dark. Soft to the touch, like one would imagine a cloud's. Your...
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Categories:
crush, cute love, heartbreak,
Form: Prose Poetry
A DreamGood to you, good for you, good with you… All things I’ve always dreamt of being. But also all things I never will be. You need more than this… more than me. I stare at my ceiling and wonder what it could be… what WE could be. Nothing. I know that’s the real answer… Yet,...
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Categories:
betrayal, crush, cry, deep,
Form: Prose Poetry
At The SideDark days have come and gone and I am still lingering on the lawn, long painful nights have robbed me of my sleep and sometimes it makes my spirit weep. I have already ran a thousand mile and the shadows moving in the sky understands my innate cry but the moment quickly fades away and...
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Categories:
america, blessing, business, culture,
Form: Prose Poetry
The Price I'd PaySometimes I’m angry you left. That you gave up. That you weren’t strong enough to stay. The bitterness creeps in quietly, like a shadow I didn’t invite. But then I stop—because who am I to measure a pain I never lived? I never stood at the edge of whatever storm made jumping feel safer than...
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Categories:
anxiety, longing, loss, relationship,
Form: Prose Poetry
By AccidentIt was a tedious trek down the hill.
The Sun was shrouded in darkness.
Thunder boomed and lightning flashed.
Knew I won’t be reaching home without getting wet.
I longed for a shelter to be in.
By accident, saw a small building a little away
I thanked God and all my stars.
Walking into it as fast as I could,
Sat on a...
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Categories:
anxiety, heartbreak, irony,
Form: Prose Poetry
Overlooked Quotes
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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Categories:
inspirational, language, literature, poetry,
Form: Prose Poetry
Der Dichter Im Himmel
[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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Categories:
angel, god, heaven, language,
Form: Prose Poetry
IrReligious MisEducationS/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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Categories:
god, health, peace, political,
Form: Prose Poetry
UndoneI 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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Categories:
age, allah, analogy, anger,
Form: Prose Poetry
The Last Day of Spring
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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Categories:
appreciation, birth, creation, deep,
Form: Prose Poetry
UnheardThere 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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Categories:
dream, earth day, environment,
Form: Prose Poetry
ResidueThings are not making sense, and I am questioning if my reality is so because I thought it in to being.
Am I the only one hearing the truth?
Am I the only one believing?
I think I am in need of a witness.
Archons deceive souls using the illusion of separation. The mind is the sole...
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Categories:
dark, humor, mystery, philosophy,
Form: Prose Poetry
I dreamt myself dreaming myself dreaming myself dreaming--I woke up
on the mattress placed in our living room. I found a cat in my house—it’s the size of a Shiba, and its fur a vibrant orange, with stripes raven dark. I said to my mother, “What an odd looking cat.” She...
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Categories:
anxiety, confusion, dream, emotions,
Form: Prose Poetry
claimed voice
I had a dream last night. When I looked into the mirror, I was wearing a denim mid-skirt with boots, and a dramatic yellow top with feathers—things I would never wear, least of all on a steaming summer day. I looked around and found myself on the dock, where my grandparents live in Keelung, Taiwan....
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Categories:
dream, memory, voice, water,
Form: Prose Poetry
Specific Types of Prose Poetry Poems
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