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Violence Prose Poems

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


Mr Violence
"A use of physical force so as to damage or injure; passion, fury, distortion  of meaning, desecration". Such defining words is the meaning of...

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Categories: america, fear,



Cosmos
Out there in a galaxy so distant,
lays a marble so blue
on the surface one roams,
a soul, so heavy and true.

For out there in silence,
existence seems...

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© Zeki Majed  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: loneliness, lonely, longing, meaningful,

Instincts
One day,
eyes open.
Open
to
see what
is.
Look around.
Look to see,
see what 
we are.
See where
we are.
Do what
we do. 
Driven.
Driven to
to do what
we do.
Why?
Instincts, 
programmed 
into our
being,
our soul.
No choice,
must be
what...

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© JG Collins  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: prose, art,

Humility In America
It's said 100 million Americans watched the Superbowl, which like a religious event is held on Sunday. I wonder if 100 million Americans have ever...

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Categories: appreciation, football, god, humanity,

Cauldron
Black holes
spinning.
Radiation 
pulsing.
Explosions.
Exploding,
elements
created.
Gravity.
Gravity 
collapsing.
Collapsing 
the brew.
Creations
cauldron, mixing
coalescing
creating.
Creators 
spark ignited.
Ignited 
it all.
Violent.
Creations,
violence.
Violent beyond
comprehension.
Mixing.
Creators
ladle
furiously 
mixing.
Finally.
Finally it
moves,
twitches.
Out of the
cauldron,
out of the
violence 
delicate 
life emerges.
Born out
of flame.
Born out
out radiation.
Born....

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© JG Collins  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: prose, art,



Premium Member Daydrift
Daydrift

Sundays leak by
in a persistent drip
of silence..
a twinkling, momentary
refuge from the
noisy world of violence
Sleepy seagulls slip
mounds that shift
restless feathers furled
No traffic, no trucks
no people rushing
and...

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Categories: prose, imagery,

Ever changing

…Nothing Stays the Same…

Five billion years of age has our planet
And it has changed each and every year.
Atmospheres have enveloped the Earth
And three times…have disappeared.
…changes…!
First...

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Categories: prose, change, creation, environment,

Baked
It’s
all baked,
baked
into the
equation.
Human 
civilization 
genetically 
organized.
Organized as
prescribed in
DNA.
DNA code.
The code that
controls 
who,
what 
we are,
what 
we do.
Procreation,
self preservation 
strongest 
Instincts in
all animals.
Code by
 DNA.
Sex and
violence,
coded.
Coded for...

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© JG Collins  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: prose, art,

Animal
We
are animals.
Having the
same instincts 
as any animal.
Law of the
jungle courses 
through our
veins.
Hormones flush
clouding  
judgement, wrecking 
havoc on reason
and intellect.
Procreation,
self preservation 
strongest of 
animal
instincts. 
Sex...

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© JG Collins  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: prose, art,

Premium Member Gangs Owned The Block
I started my teaching career in a Chicago middle school as a sub.
Our cars were locked up so they would not be vandalized during the...

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Categories: prose, perspective,

Fate who knows
She was born into a world of discontent, a world of violence, 

parents under the control of drugs and alcohol, there’s no family 

support only...

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© Roy Pett  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: prose, abuse, child abuse, death,

This World
This World 

The world we live in 
Has become so cruel
Children are now afraid to go to school
No longer there for an education 
They're fearing...

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Categories: prose, art,

Anthropologist
The anthropologist 
came a great 
distance to
observe and
study the
recently discovered 
subjects.
Nothing was
know about them
Nothing at all.
The anthropologist 
was anxious to
get to
work to 
set up the
study....

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© JG Collins  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: prose, art,

The Good New Days
There is coming a time with days of peace, poise, and promise.
But for now, these are the days of conflict, violence, war, and strife.
I use...

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Categories: prose, america, courage, dream, future,

Sex And Violence
Why?
Why so much?
It’s everywhere.
Why?
Our literature.
Our movies.
Our music.
Our art.
Everything.
Human civilization,
tightly woven  
with
sex and violence.
Wars are fought,
careers destroyed,
because of
sex and violence.
Instincts run deep.
Humanity
held ransom 
by
sex and...

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© JG Collins  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: prose, art,

Hell
We are
in
Hell.
We make
the best
of it,
but,
make no
mistake 
we are all
In hell.
Trapped on
an orb
surround by
endlessness.
No
hope of 
escape.
Look around.
Hate,
violence,
madness,
suffering,
mayhem,
destruction,
cancer,
p­ain,
disease,
illness,
war.
Why?
The suffering,
the 
decadence,
evil.
What kind
of god
would treat
us
this way?
The kind
that put
us 
in
Hell!

...

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© JG Collins  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: prose, art,

Premium Member The Broken Mirror
silent dares
slow engraved exchanges
the primitive evolution of rage
only the fittest will survive
hostility has a spot at the table
there are no more place settings
the silver is...

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Categories: prose, abuse, anxiety, conflict, fear,

Premium Member A Trespass into the Abyss
eyes meet, the intimate adore
face to face, lips gently brush 
desire delivered in the click of a lock
hands clutched around your neck
the shock, the tightening...

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Categories: prose, abuse, allegory, allusion, conflict,

Premium Member TO THE BONE
we walk the stone
burden headlong and bold
ready for another blow
hold to the brutality
the vice against our bone
side by side we prevail alone
the weak break and...

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Categories: prose, conflict, imagery, perspective, society,

Premium Member A Bullet Named Terror
the house shines bright, it takes every light

sleep refuses to dream, a reverie extreme

the plan to outsmart, a shot in the dark

trigger for a steel...

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Categories: prose, conflict, culture, poetry, power,