Prose Poetry | Prose Poetry Examples

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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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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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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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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Things 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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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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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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Life is not about me and you. It is about love. What happens to love when spouses turn against each other. When brother turns his face against his brother. When nations raise sirens of war. Love stands defeated, head bent low, looking down in shame and sadness. So, my dear friend today let us not...

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Mr tambourine man played a song for me Why does Mr musician play a song for you ? I'm crazy Crazy people need a tamboriner . I bet every one in the world is crazy it only matters The degree of craziness I will not go to the grave because When I go to the grave my...

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The sun opens her eyes behind a roseate veil, her aubade harmonizing with Argus-eyed blackbirds as it rises to a crescendo, staring in her husband’s cratered eyes, ready to relieve him of his watch over the world’s children so he can attend to their parents — that is, the cosmic bodies that collided to create them; the sacred alchemy. He lifts her...

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Discovering Light Cry Ugly shame lost its power Shame was regret… Buying into malicious judgment I wasn't good enough… He knew I was more than good enough… I gave all I was capable of… He loved me because I gave 100%… even when my 100% fell short He channeled his disappointment and hope through his poetry. Discovery emerged...

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Alphabet Soup Stigma A multitude of letters bob and undulate as I stir the soup. I gaze confused when I notice the letters haphazardly merge together…Magnetized letters repel and pull together. Slowly familiar acronyms form. PTSD, GAD, BPAD, MDD, and more. I recognized DSM (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders) acronyms. My feelings are mixed....

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When I was younger answers, solutions were a driving force – How I would toss and turn, like a salad mix with dressing, trying to identify and constitute the many pieces of entree unknown -- Of course, with age most appetites are forced to change; for the better, I am far less a seeker of answers and more one of interesting questions -- having found...

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Emergence And Layers Everyone has layers Unknown layers… are mysteries of your soul Peeling back layers brings you closer to your core and soul Revealing your core shines light on your soul Your core and soul emerges for others to see and feel You are known… Sherry Barton ...

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There are loves that happen one day, And they are good ... others who live a year And they are better ... There are others who survive many years And they are very good ... But there are others who perpetuate themselves For all lives ... These are the eternal, The indispensable ... This is...

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