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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

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...

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Categories: prose, recovery from,

What does it matter
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...

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© Austin Foe  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: prose, angst, anxiety, death, depression,

Blinded by rage
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

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Categories: abuse, betrayal, dark, depression,

Burning Trees
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...

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Categories: art, nature,

Premium Member The Gypsy Queen
She was an older lady.
Bedecked with jewels,
Rainbow headband.
Glitzy scarf filled with rhinestones.

Her face was lined.
She was a crone.
Not easily fooled.
Her voice was a rasp.
A bark....

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Categories: prose, 10th grade, 11th grade,

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...

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Categories: prose, devotion, funeral, heaven, leaving,

Premium Member Hell's Hospitality
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...

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Categories: prose, africa, anger, corruption, culture,

We've Messed Up
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...

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Categories: prose, dark, deep, earth, satire,

Premium Member How Can The Blinded Ever Bear To See
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...

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Categories: prose, art, culture, deep, humanity,

egg of 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,
fleeing like...

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Categories: prose, memory,

Premium Member Perhaps it is a one-way track
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...

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Categories: prose, forgiveness,

The Old Jalopys Miraculous Drive
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...

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Categories: adventure, appreciation, car, imagery,

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...

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Categories: prose, crush,

it was a day
 i must say
we went to the park
 stay until after dark
we kiss  nuthin miss

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Categories: prose, crush,

Premium Member Churriana
  something stirred in this place, long long ago
  presence lingering
  half-hidden haven on the crowding hillside
  enchanted enclave

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© Ian Love  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: prose, allegory, imagery, ireland, places,

Premium Member The sound of rain
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...

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Categories: prose, sad,

Premium Member Visit to a Mountain River
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...

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Categories: prose, animal, bird, inspiration, nature,

Premium Member Canada Geese
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...

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Categories: prose, animal, appreciation, bird, community,

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...

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Categories: memory, metaphor, world war

Premium Member Hopeless Romantic Number 9
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,...

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Categories: prose, devotion, for her, love,