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!

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

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

A glimpse at your beauty

A glimpse at your beauty prose poem

Nothing captivates me Other than your intimidating eyes Like they are meant to hypnotize Sometimes mysterious, sometimes cheerful Sometimes hiding the pain behind the moist Yet perfectly beautiful are your angel eyes. Just as if this wasn’t suffice God blessed

Cacophony within

Cacophony within prose poem

As the dusk sets in reluctance envelopes me pestering me and asking me the same question again And again. I ignore, unwillingly check-out drag my vehicle ahead, but the slightest touch of wind drifts me, scares me and travels me

The End

The End short poem prose poem

I woke up knowing it was time. Only last week I was told about what was growing inside of me. They said it didn’t belong there. We are ready they said. Staring into its soon to hit nonexistence, the  bitterness

Loose Cannon

Loose Cannon prose poem

My mind is loose cannon.  Nobody has control over it.  Not even me! It shoots off fireballs in all directions in the fond hope that it will hit something.  Sometimes it succeeds in doing so.  And, sometimes it hits wrong