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Fate Prose Poems

These Fate Prose poems are examples of Prose poems about Fate. These are the best examples of Prose Fate poems written by international poets.

   There is a line to be written
between the present and the future
in the middle of it there is a past
who does not...

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Categories: prose, fate, philosophy, wisdom,

Premium Member The Emperor Has No Prose
An emperor spoke in poetic verse
Which led to fame for him at first
But after some time became a curse
For the emperor had no prose.

Poetic measure...

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Categories: prose, anxiety, humorous, people, poetry,

Present with you
In a situation of dilemma,
It's holy ambiance or miasma..
You're in thoughts, you're in book,
I find you in every person, wherever I look.
This situation is...

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Categories: prose, break up, god, lost

At First
On the warm wet day in december
I look back at my life and remember
How it was in days gone by
Everyone i loved taken and still...

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Categories: cry, death, depression, emotions,

Premium Member Dreaming of Scotland
Dreaming of Scotland

She was as pretty as a picture.
Fate had brought her to me at a dark tavern in Germany.
Her raging brown eyes and
auburn hair...

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Categories: prose, love, relationship, sorrow,

Actual Miles
Hello love
Thanks so much
For the new shoes
You've got me
Walkin' in
You know they say you can't 
Judge a person
Til you've walked a mile
In theirs
My new ones...

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Categories: appreciation, blessing, happiness, i

A deep breath
Today I awaken from hours of blissful sleep
No dreams no nightmares from that world not one peep
Finally my mind took a breath one so deep

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Categories: death, deep, depression, fate,

Premium Member Then and Now
Gone now the storm, we foundered on the shoreline
Two broken souls never met in a before time
Similar though distant we had spent our lives apart

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Categories: prose, bereavement, wife,

To Phillip, a Child I Lost
To Phillip, a Child I Lost

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Categories: prose, baby, child, christian, depression,

Time And Love
You are mine for all of time
But I'm not yours .
You came into my life 
At a bad time 
When i truly hated who I...

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Categories: prose, beautiful, deep, fate, happiness,

Tides of Life
Tides of Life

Thoughts of my heart flowed out as tears,
The future ahead holds lots of fears.
As I alone walked down that memory lane,
I felt nothing...

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Categories: prose, absence, bereavement, death, grief,

we all make mistake
its never to late
to look up
 have fate you must
its  not hard ask god
to let you again dance
in life 

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Categories: prose, abuse,

The A to Z of Karma
The A to Z of Karma

The Law of Karma is very deep
As we sow, so shall we reap
The bad we do will make us weep...

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Categories: prose, age, angel, anger, strength,

Time To Shower When Pervasive Odor Of Ureic Acid
Time To Shower...When Pervasive Odor Of Ureic Acid

Doth strongly waft, sting,
and nauseate about me
olfactory nose flying zone
bombarding cilia of
nasal passageway analogous
to displeasure wrought by

crashing, deafening,...

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Categories: prose, appreciation, dad, father, health,

Premium Member Of Sinking Ships and Political Debauchery

Today captured souls sail on a Titanic-like ship 
over a new Middle Passage journey on a turbulent sea,
whose waves undulate and froth with viciousness;

The captain...

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Categories: prose, america, analogy, betrayal, imagery,

The Wager
A friendly wager between the two
A shake of hands and it was through 
God and the Devil struck a deal
How many souls could they steal

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Categories: poems,

November, 93
Twas like every November before it, 
But this one came with an air of uncertainty,
For the drums of celebrations had halted in may.
When Owen celebrated...

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Categories: prose, life, lonely, loss, lost

Premium Member Before 13
Before Thirteen

A skinny child 
with crooked teeth and hair needing to be kept short
because of her habit of tangling it with her own hands.
A peculiar...

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Categories: childhood,

Let the Children cry
--From the Mad Diary of War--

I salute each hour the children cry.
My greatest desire to be sure.
I hate with contempt these little ones.
Their daily death's...

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Categories: prose, war,

T'was the night before darkness
T'was the night before darkness,
Bitter Almond scented the graves.
Not a captive crypt was pardoned,
Not a putrid plat was saved.

Slabs, no shortage, they number high,
Poison Ivy...

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Categories: prose, faith,