Poems classified as: Prose Poem

An out of the box genre of poetry that is written in prose instead of verse. But there is a difference! Prose poems maintain poetic qualities of grand imagery and emotional consequences. Being a fusion of poetry and prose, this genre is an interesting narrative to read. Prose poems can take you deep in the theme with its story-telling. A great genre to explore!

Night

Night prose poem

Night The night is so strong it pulls you in like a shark into the deep water You can’t just dip your feet in because it cries primordial order Places in your mind are still until darkness is your midnight

The Rat

The Rat prose poem

The rat sat on the ledge eating some cheese I said to him ” is it Camembert or Lancashire tell me please” The rat replied “It is creamy and delightful and hits the right keys” I said “do you play

Break

Break prose poem

From the dizzy heights of my blind, blind love, From the darkest abyss of my sins, From the broken shards of your words that hurt, From the silence throbbing madly in my ears, From the rotten skin that I’ve been

Fatal Hero

Fatal Hero prose poem

In a small town lived a small boy, who kept wooden swords and guns as toy… ‘Coz he wanted to be a hero and save people, and waited (to be a hero) till his teenage wore purple… But still he

Where Elephants Go

Where Elephants Go prose poem

She does not see herself as the matriarch, but age and wisdom dictate that no-one is more deserving. Since his demise she has stood alone at the head, guiding with sage counsel and devotion. Loved and revered by those who

Urban Fox

Urban Fox prose poem

When he comes, he visits her at night. Entering her personal space, uninvited but nonetheless welcome. She does not know his schedule; dreadful expectation. Absences unexplained. Too wary to search for answers, prepared to forgive for shared moments. His silent

Incomplete

Incomplete prose poem

The night was inky black The stars were out to play The wind picked up its midnight rhythm The cold raced up and down her arm She stood still and looked on At the At the gaping nothingness beyond Ears

Stay. And complete me.

Stay. And complete me. prose poem

I’m watching us in my mind’s eye bound together like thunder and lightning to get away from the world and into secret places We’re gushing alive flaming flickering love bursting born leaving nothing to chance until we fade out. Then…

Typical Day

Typical Day short poem prose poem

Staring out of window admiring nature’s awe Picture full of perfection sans single evident flaw Indolent tepid sunshine streaks daubed with gold As if time has stood still to treasure and behold A lone cloud high above seemingly gone astray

Imprudent Haters

Imprudent Haters prose poem

The heat of the hate in my face, Is what I get, when I walk around the isle, When all I am trying to do is, Be loving and greet everyone with a smile, Distressingly! I cannot see, anyone responding,

Traces

Traces prose poem

The forensic experts came this morning With their dusters, blades and little poly bags They searched what was left of his heart And found traces of sympathy Carelessly scattered around its chambers By the sweet maid Who made his bed

Summer

Summer prose poem

With sticks and stones, to pass our time, we roamed the countryside. Like our mouths, the earth was dry. The sun poured down on our joy ride. Summer holidays always bruised my ankles and my knees. Once it gave me

Growing up

Growing up prose poem

This morning at the town square, little orphaned children gathered to listen to stories and lies left behind by last night’s lovers. On one of the benches by the fountain, one of the children, a little girl with a clogged

Seven Days Later

Seven Days Later prose poem

It’s one of those mornings that welcomes whiskey and soda with open arms. The Sun and I, more or less, feel the same way about getting out and conquering the world. ‘Well, it’s not our turn today’, we tell ourselves.

Meltdown

Meltdown prose poem

Lamp posts become sleeping lines; blot yellow, as I lose touch with the night. They choose when to light my knee, my eyes try to keep count. Smiling behind hair strands, I let a part of me rest on Amma’s