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Old Prose Poems

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


STARS and ANGELS
Stars and Angels

How do they differ?

Stars shine and sometimes dim.
Thats when angels come in.
Angels lift the stars back up. 
Their wing span engulfs
All the stray...

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Categories: prose, friendship love,



Premium Member He is a Runner
He is a runner. I used to be too
Which is why I do not wear heels
Or even slippery sandals to school.
I am in tennis shoes...

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Categories: prose, school, teacher,

Premium Member Crumbs Witch Sleeps Soundly
Deep inside a witch’s cave resides an old-school witch.
Crumbs Witch despises the sniveling excuse for Halloween
Humans present on the Thirty-first of October month.
She prefers genuine...

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Categories: prose, 6th grade, 7th grade,

Premium Member Time
Time
Time just flew by so very fast
I just blinked and now a quarter of my life is gone
I blinked again and oh boy now it...

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Categories: life,

And when I turn behind
And when I turn behind
I am always down by what I find.
Some important papers of my father,
Which now he don't even remember,
Some photos preserved by...

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Categories: prose, dad, emotions, father, mother



Time's up Jet
How often the old dog had heard that said, at the end of a good walk?  ‘ OK we’ve had fun now it’s time...

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Categories: dog, fantasy,

LOVE DON'T HAVE AGE
baby your young am old
real love is gold
and its bold
never will fade
lets  come together
be with each other forever
LOVE DON'T HAVE A AGE

...

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Categories: prose, adventure, blessing,

Premium Member the nail

It's only when you listen 
and your words come to a full stop
the town unravels it's beating heart
echoing down the narrow pop marked streets

distant mobile...

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Categories: prose, sad,

A Boy In Heat
Young Boy in Heat

I remember when I was a kid
Maybe twelve or thirteen years old
Just on the edge of pubescence and
Becoming aware of my own...

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Categories: prose, confusion, desire, feelings, sexy,

CHECK ON MOTHER
be ware show care
itho she old
she is stiill gold
weather boiling pot
very very hot
if she is alone home
or in rome
sheis like  is like no others
ok...

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Categories: prose, adventure, angel,

The Fourth Quarter
The Fourth Quarter

Here in the fourth quarter
When time seems to 
Press the pedal to the
Floor and years rush by
Like birds migrating south
In a rush to...

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Categories: prose, age, appreciation, children, family,

SITTING INSIDE
its very hot
i sweat a lot
and  old too
this what i
tho am in some pain
hoping  it will rain
to  stay cool 
drink
and eat cold...

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Categories: prose, adventure, desire,

THE DEVIL TRAP
gos in control
tho the devil is bold
young or old
don't fold
or let your mind lapp
stay  stronly wrap
we'll caught ih the
THE
DAVIL TRAP...

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Categories: prose, abuse, adventure,

Premium Member Where are Your Guns
Where are your holsters?
I don’t have any.
Where do you keep your guns?
I don’t have any.
What is wrong with you?
Lots of things.
He gives me a smirk.

Seconds...

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Categories: america, humorous,

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,

A Star And My Friend 'Yank'
When very young, I had a very close friend name "Yank".              ...

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Categories: prose, childhood, dream, friendship,

Premium Member Whether By The Sun Of Day Or The Moon Of Night: Justice Waits
for


             I

In the distance, the fading sun
bade adieu and slipped
behind the golden horizon;
the...

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Categories: prose, 12th grade, america, analogy,

Premium Member IN THE BEEHIVE OF STRUGGLE

Freedom, like truth, is far from being
a virgin; abused, raped, polluted and left
to whither, die and decay. But these two sisters
ape the wind, water, and...

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Categories: prose, abuse, allegory, analogy, black

Premium Member On The Evolution Of Justice

If only old justice could be as death
in the daily lives we live.

Pity, her evolution remains
a punctuated checkmate delusion
and her close kin, liberty,
a symbiotic partner—both...

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Categories: prose, allegory, analogy, black african