Dark Prose Poems
These Dark Prose poems are examples of Prose poems about Dark. These are the best examples of Prose Dark poems written by international poets.
My Favourite Refuge Categories: prose, recovery from,
Facing three tall coconut trees
There was a dark corner outside the house
Sitting wherein I could cry out my heart,
Wipe dry my tears and...
What does it matter Categories: prose, angst, anxiety, death, depression,
What does it matter
Which words we choose to say,
When all of them
Are devoid of meaning?
And as pointless
As this poem,
And all of my poems
Back to back...
Blinded by rage Categories: abuse, betrayal, dark, depression,
I'm blinded by rage concealed by darkness
as I pray, the darkness hides my darkest delay
Your still on top of me and I can't breathe
Burning Trees Categories: art, nature,
The suns eye is falling, ash from the ground drowns the trees
In a sea of dark grey and exfoliated black leaves Falling…
singing a song that...
The Gypsy Queen Categories: prose, 10th grade, 11th grade,
She was an older lady.
Bedecked with jewels,
Glitzy scarf filled with rhinestones.
Her face was lined.
She was a crone.
Not easily fooled.
Her voice was a rasp.
THE BLACK BURIAL SUIT Categories: prose, devotion, funeral, heaven, leaving,
When all is said and done, I've saved my Black Suit and If it be today That The Lord Takes me away....I am ready. With...
Hell's Hospitality Categories: prose, africa, anger, corruption, culture,
The sun cries for us, its heat fades away
snowflakes sprinkle round its orbit, yet go unmelted
it feels like evening, but its yet noon
time never changes...
We've Messed Up Categories: prose, dark, deep, earth, satire,
Why do we accept the nonsense like we're all deaf and blind, like the rocks and like the night?
The world needs no description anymore, it's...
How Can The Blinded Ever Bear To See Categories: prose, art, culture, deep, humanity,
How Can The Blinded Ever Bear To See
Above drudgery of this life
skies just begging to be seen
sun sends its warmth and its hello
to a humanity...
egg of memory Categories: prose, memory,
those worlds are lost to me now,
once achingly close,
like yesterday's rain,
but, will I see you then,
in this egg of memory,
cracked open with a sigh,
Perhaps it is a one-way track Categories: prose, forgiveness,
She was wearing a red saree. She was wearing her mother’s ornaments. She has a simple, ordinary face, but her eyes were like a tranquil...
The Old Jalopys Miraculous Drive Categories: adventure, appreciation, car, imagery,
I remember that ‘69’ Chevrolet
dark green and with the spit
of a combat soldier;
a mean green, power machine.
My Great Uncle bought it new,
his pride and joy...
WHAT A SUMMER NIGHT Categories: prose, crush,
it was and dark
we sit in the park
it was hugging and kissing
nuthin was missing
wil not forget
my mind is still wet
the feeling is...
LOVER IN THE SUN Categories: prose, crush,
it was a day
i must say
we went to the park
stay until after dark
we kiss nuthin miss
WE LISTEN TO THE BAND
GOT A SUNTAN
Churriana Categories: prose, allegory, imagery, ireland, places,
something stirred in this place, long long ago
half-hidden haven on the crowding hillside
The sound of rain Categories: prose, sad,
She was standing by the window. I was longing to see the sunlight reflecting on her hair. But she was listening to the sound of...
Visit to a Mountain River Categories: prose, animal, bird, inspiration, nature,
Summer is here with its extended day light
Mountains are giving up on their accumulated stock of snow piles
The river is gushing with vigor carrying fresh...
Canada Geese Categories: prose, animal, appreciation, bird, community,
Visited the lake today with my ever ready walking pal
Saw gatherings of floating geese savoring early morning joy
With eminent elegant black necks and heads...
Hollowcaust Categories: memory, metaphor, world war
It’s all about a hollow corpse,
Right into the dark pit, the only follow-up goes through morse
Language. Welcome to the dark age – as in holocaused...
Hopeless Romantic Number 9 Categories: prose, devotion, for her, love,
Too long I limped along a lonely road, born into this Sahara desert of a life,
parched and hungry, face weathered and gaunt.
A deaf, dumb,...