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London Prose Poems

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


Premium Member CLASSIFIED PART FOUR
I was hungry and headed to one of the tents that had been set up as a field kitchen and noticed Tim who came over...

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Categories: science fiction,



Premium Member CLASSIFIED PART TWO
We turned off before reaching Kings Lynn and headed down a road that would take us to Henderson Aerodrome a local flying school, we were...

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Categories: science fiction,

Premium Member CLASSIFIED PART ONE
I have been instructed to release the following
manuscript on the death of my client
Mr John Phillips. Who was a former officer in the Royal Air...

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Categories: science fiction,

Premium Member This is not a poem about you
this isn't about London
with its etch-o-sketch shapes
this isn’t about the city
with its razor sharp lines

this isn't about Blake’s
chartered streets
groaning under the weight
of its financial institutions

This...

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© Tony Kirk  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: prose, allegory, london,

Premium Member Jean Genie

she had nail gun eyes
and a cobble stone smile
i saw in her exhaling
in those dark railway sidings
in an underground station, she was
pursing her lips on...

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© Tony Kirk  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: prose, angst, anxiety, conflict, confusion,

The Challenge
Challenges...
"one who does not
 judge but listens".... Have I found that person.?
 
 that speaks volumes in the book of my life these past
 few...

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Categories: age, change, deep, england,

Premium Member Stranger Than Fiction PART 3
Again Brother Paul said that “I didn’t owe them anything, but to do someone a good turn one day.”I shook his hand and thanked him...

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Categories: death, religious, world war



THE HEAT OF LIFE
Dearest Poets of All Ages,
Welcome to the unique magic of poetry!
I may disqualify myself by saying I don't like using the term modern as it...

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Categories: age, appreciation, poetry,

Mrs Lovett's Pie Shop
Six legs. A crusty shell. I try to smash them but they're quick. You see, sir, 'roaches make the pie more thick. Why did you...

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Categories: prose, fantasy, horror, humorous, imagery,

Premium Member Odorama at the Feelies, 2554
There was a buzz about the cinema in London 2554
with something brave, something new and outrageous in Cinema World.
The movies had morphed from sight and...

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Categories: prose, future,

Premium Member Lady Venus On Her Deathbed
Lady Venus was on her deathbed, eyes closed, in the same position as Cindy, the nurse, had left her.  Her breathing was shallow, but...

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© Julia Ward  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: death, identity,

The Keeper of The Heads
The smell is a fine one;
The death of a traitor
is always sweet

I feel the pulse of the cheers
echo through the city
when the mighty fall
or the...

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Categories: prose, character, history, london,

Skyscrapers
Did you see her? I guess you didn't.  

Since then, she never went out again. She hid all herself for years inside those tall...

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Categories: emotions, feelings, for her,

Premium Member Handel's Messiah
A combination of Prose and Free Verse:

The most thrilling and inspirational piece of music ever to reach my 
ears is, without doubt, Handel's Messiah. I've...

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© Cona Adams  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: christmas, music,

Premium Member The Darfurian Girl

I enjoyed an almost idyllic childhood. This was marred only at the age of ten by my circumcision, a cruel and primitive custom among my...

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Categories: bereavement, character,

Premium Member Do You Want to Hear My Voice for Real
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here:

Great news! Drake's show, Stand as One,...

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Categories: prose, poems, technology, uplifting,

Death Eternal
Smith and Wesson’s cool steel kisses my right temple.  I cock the hammer. The slow clicking of the cylinder’s turn is amplified through the...

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Categories: evil,

Gaslight
                        ...

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Categories: nostalgia, old,

Premium Member She wrote to me
           She Wrote To Me

My secret lover I left you 5 years ago I could...

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Categories: prose, dark, emotions, lost, love,

The Slipper
In the black and white days of the 1950’s schools made youngsters learn and learn well or else,
Uniforms were as important with short trousers and...

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Categories: prose, nostalgia, class, education, blue,


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