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!

Real Magic

Real Magic prose poem

Soil and soul be united Human kind alive after the huge creatures Gifted heart and mind, to run the globe Sense be the trigger, curiosity be the ammo. The unknown become the well-known Seed become foods, speech become theories Scratch

Eyes Open

Eyes Open prose poem

We awake Wrapped arms around waist Feeling her fingertips against my flesh My heart against her back Smelling the follicles of her hair No words just moments of memories First conversation First smile First film Wishing we could hold on

Music

Music prose poem

Music is a friend. Crazy and wild at times. I know I am alive when my feet tap and almost sing out loud. can you imagine feet singing? They surely would do a better job than my tongue, which would

Blue Blood Moutain

Blue Blood Moutain prose poem

The warning had been written centuries before Hearts had not listened nor the story fully heeded. since members of my family decided from one generation to the next passed this vision. Yellow streams of blood red lighting flew down like

Us, Obsolete.

Us, Obsolete. prose poem

If my face was 4.95 inches, and in each of these inches, instead of blemishes and pores, were five-thirty-eight pixels, would you look at me? if my voice was polyphonic, and instead of whispering, interrupted meetings, funerals, and family picnics,

Only For You

Only For You prose poem

Known, nothing will be written about me In any poem, story or essay Known, will not receive any co-operation from Governments Any honest or dishonest award… Nobody will burn incense on the day of my death Except my wife! Nobody

God And Woman

God And Woman prose poem

I did not want anything from The Almighty Sacrificed untouchable realization Which is symbol of myself And dedicated emotions, silence. I did not demand anything from the woman Allowed her into the corner of my mind Which is the center

Silence

Silence prose poem

Do not read my words but silence for my words hold no meaning but my silence does, I will sell my words but silence will I keep for my silence is precious , I will search new meanings of silence

Fried Green Spinach

Fried Green Spinach prose poem

Walking in the bush, late in the afternoon: Spring winding trails Among Plantae et Animalia. An independent world —Sort of realm of alien species Welcomes your senses with a storm of small flies (genus Drosophila) Which playfully floods the air,

A Love Story

A Love Story prose poem

The girl is an ultra-modern scholar, Belongs with an upper-middle class family. Looking very nice, smart, gets angry suddenly. She reads M.A in English at Presidency University. She is assimilating the ideas of Shakespeare, Shelley, Keats, Neruda, Byron… Fluently speaks

Anatomical Pieces

Anatomical Pieces prose poem

Sweltering insurgencies of electric power chords Tribal reverberations of skin-stretched drum boards Rolling and filling, syncopating the noise of the tinkle toys the gutless boys enraptured in the music the anthem Of invidious phantoms. My eyes hurt inside and I

Traveler

Traveler prose poem

We have erred from the path. We have succumbed to the illusions of our foolish desires. We have extended our hand to brush against her beauty, even if for a moment. We have broken our vow. For this we have

Alliterative Apocalypse

Alliterative Apocalypse prose poem

Angelic, able-bodied and adventurous amateurs aimed awkwardly at associates after attempting another assassination. Beleaguered, beaten and broken beasts barely breathing; bathed in beautiful basins. Begging became boasting beyond borders and busty brides blushed before being bought by bashful brutes. Camps