Prose

Within poetry
Reducing my working hours seemed to be a saddening yet efficient choice to be myself again. Finding someone, as if something was amiss. Here I am, and thankfully not the same person as I was, but the grey moodiness withstands any medication and therapeutic walk one may take, suddenly obscuring sleep, allowing you to eat more or to eat less, and making me prone to poetry. Not really to any benefit, to tell the truth.
By Squeeze D' Avocado9 months ago in Poets
I’m not really into politics
I'm not really into politics But I know politics is really into me Into you and everyone I pass in the street It's in the places where I buy my groceries
By Cadma9 months ago in Poets
Feels
I write to ease the feeling And I read to feel it again
By Marianne Lee9 months ago in Poets
127.0.0.1
There’s really no help for it- Stress and emotions are sticky, And no amount of showers and scrubbing Can get rid of that soul-oily residue.
By Meredith Harmon9 months ago in Poets
Rose-Colored Glasses
As soon as the words “Why can’t it be like it used to?” Escape your lips or mind, Shut that crap down fast. That’s not nostalgia.
By Meredith Harmon9 months ago in Poets
The Stereo Blur
created, written by Vicki Lawana Trusselli This is a true story. Syfy blended with Dream of what has been a gift from the universe.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 9 months ago in Poets
Start Again
Introduction This is a prose poem from Harper Lewis's challenge that you can join in here: Start Again ♨️📖🔥🧾🔥📖♨️️I Working In The Detritus And WreckageLeft By The Wrecking BallOf The Hateful FavouritiesAnd Their Despicable EnablersThey Call Me A Mendacious Abusive Cheat🔥🧾🔥And The Whole World Believes ThemI Feel AbandonedBut I Will Never Back Down🔥🧾🔥Hammering At The Brick Wall Of IgnoranceOne Day I Will Make It FallLike JerichoMy Power And Endeavour Will Never DiminishEvery Day It Will Get Stronger🔥🧾🔥Encouraged By My Friends And AdmirersSixty Two Days Since The Wrecking Ball HitAnd The Ignorant Perpetrators Just LaughThey Been Warned🔥🧾🔥I Will Be Smiling SoonThat Is Definite♨️📖🔥🧾🔥📖♨️️
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 9 months ago in Poets
A Lone Shot of Whiskey
I. Nothing’s lonelier than a lone shot of whiskey in the corner of a crowded bar. II. It sits there discarded, barely touched,
By Dean Traylor9 months ago in Poets
Two Truths and a Love
--- God is. God was. God always will be. God speaks. God creates. God is not silent. The Father is not an idea. The Son is not a metaphor.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast9 months ago in Poets
There Will Be No Execution Today
Hear ye, hear ye Harken to me as I say There's been issued a stay There will be no execution today What seemed so obvious a case
By Matthew J. Fromm9 months ago in Poets
COMMUNITY NOTICE
Residents are advised that an individual previously known to frequent the area has not been observed for an extended period. While no formal determination has been made, this absence remains unresolved. Community members are encouraged to report any relevant observations while refraining from speculation or unnecessary concern.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales9 months ago in Poets
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By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales9 months ago in Poets