Poems about Prose Poetry

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ladydragon
ladydragon 20 yrs. | NJ | Poetry Writer | Artist

"We're still friends, I promise."

You were all I thought about, we grew this connection we both were unsure of. But without exchanging words, we both knew. And now you're gone, without a word and I'm left in a world of emptiness.

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kapricious
kapricious Community member

Kaleidoscope - Part 1

Simmering in the evening heat, washing my mind of sickness and grime, a chance to let go of plagues on repeat, victim to the earth and the master of time. A paradox of emotions that ravage, soul rumbl...

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burnhouse
burnhouse art history&linguistics student

a writer's relic

inspiration calls for sacrifices

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aaroncabrera
aaroncabrera Father | Husband | Musician | Poet

Passing

Love. Death. Time.

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aaroncabrera
aaroncabrera Father | Husband | Musician | Poet

To Dance

A borrowed moment for an implacable desire

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Say you feel

you say you want life, laughter, and love By voidlightmoon https://voidlightmoon.tumblr.com/post/160585350639/say-you-feel

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Untitled

“I’m that typical human whose mind is filled with celestial bodies of the universe; who is not in love with it anyway? I make poems out of the form of constellations that I thought were written in rev...

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Universal Light

The light fused through the windowsill, a white beam erupting flakes of dust into sparkling facets. My irises are both blinded & embraced by dust sparkles. A speck of dust, for one moment, a speck of ...

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first light of winter

behind the battered white of your eyelids, hanging light & droopy as wings, soft-snow & the bouquet of embracing oleanders in the back of the old truck. your sick heart thrums within the burning silk ...

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To This I Do Confess

Our forever Was never By instanceandthephrase http://jonathanpigno.com/post/159275127994/to-this-i-do-confess

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