I Write Prose Poems

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    Red and orange tongues of hot anger burning

    like embers consuming what should not feel. You tell it not to feel. You close your eyes and ball your fists and demand it is not there but it will not leave. The Crimson flow inflicted by selfish whim and calloused thought trickles out to the beat of a dyng heart. All that is...
    OneeyedSoldier OneeyedSoldier
    56-60, M
    2 Responses Aug 31, 2015

    The music beats within our hearts

    as we dance by the ocean surf. The last rays of sunlight clinging to the sky unwilling to abandon the day. But in our hearts beats a song heavy with a musky scent, a primal beat calling out for, no demanding our reverence. I lay a kiss at the alter of your soft lips and place my...
    OneeyedSoldier OneeyedSoldier
    56-60, M
    2 Responses Jul 9, 2015

    We met by co-incidence

    because we both co-existed within the same lonely place. You reached out, I reached back. We both had to pull-back, the sparks were too intense ...too great ... they threatened to consume us; we must not be consumed; our lives, in reality, don't connect -- but for a moment...
    Kalena09 Kalena09
    51-55, F
    1 Response Mar 25, 2014


    English and composition were always my favorite classes, and my teachers always thought I had a talent for writing, but I was never able to get grades that they believed reflected my "talent." This was probably because I always hated learning the rules...
    lpafiluvr65 lpafiluvr65
    18-21, F
    1 Response Sep 27, 2009

    Hey! I'm brand new to the community,

    excited to get to meet fellow writers of "prosetry." Hope to see some amazing work, thanks (in advance) for sharing!
    roadkillkitten roadkillkitten
    46-50, F
    Feb 19

    Maddening Isn't It?

    Maddening isn't it? each for different reasons but drawn we are because there is something inside calling us like moths to a flame. Maddening isn't it? each by instinct but different we are because our vistas though diverse collide like moths to a flame. Maddening isn't it? each...
    5hadow 5hadow
    Feb 24, 2012

    I went for a walk today.

    On my path, a rose reached out to touch me with its beauty.It sent out its fragrance for my delight.I felt humbled that it chose to reveal itself that day.How many walked this path with unseeing eyes focused on the ground beneath their steps?The rose chose me to reveal itself...
    Kalena09 Kalena09
    51-55, F
    1 Response Jul 27, 2014
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