#prosepoem

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  • mansikamble 4w

    Never loved this way

    I recall how petrified was I
    Never envisioned myself in this, oh my my!
    Questioned it's existence
    How can I love you from such a distance?
    Long distance, is it even a thing?
    It feels like such a fling
    But God had different plans it seems.
    On a beautiful sunny day
    Love was mated and created
    For the first time I didn't feel neglected.
    Unrecognisable was this sensation
    Of someone craving for my gratification
    Diving in your sea
    Kissing all your waves.
    But oh love you had to leave
    It was your dream to be overseas
    But what about me?
    Separation anxiety stabbing me
    Am I over exaggerating?
    maybe, just a bit
    being a little selfish is not a sin.
    Gave you one last hug at T2
    didn't even get a chance to kiss you
    What is this feeling of panic?
    it didn't settle down until you landed in father land, this is so ironic.
    4000 miles away,
    it hurts a lot I must say
    So much that I can write an essay
    with collected tears of blood
    What to do my love, I was never loved this way.
    I'll swim every ocean and fly over every mountain even when you know I'm aqua phobic, just so I could engulf you in my arms.
    Patiently waiting for the day you surprise me because baby without you I'm like a missing puzzle.
    I truly mean when I say,
    I was never loved this way.

    @soulpour
    ©mansikamble

  • basobdatta 13w

    The ocean was blue and blabbering....sunkissed, my eyes were closed....I could feel the warmth on my face under the cerulean sky orchestrating to the shrill chorus of thousands and thousands of seagulls.... The sand was as hot as a frying pan on flames and my bare feet could hardly take it..... I stretched my arms and set out on my paper boat.... I wished to drown in the blues.....
    ©basobdatta

  • basobdatta 29w

    The sky dresses in lilac.... the street lights flash.....two barking dogs after each other under the orange sun.... zillions of ravenous mosquitoes buzzing above our heads..... this doesn't seem like any plot of a romantic novel..... yet we had to part.....
    ©basobdatta

  • heavenly_broadcast 39w

    ...and As you heal
    From this world of hurts
    Refuse to be
    A layer with hardened crust
    Blow off your seal
    which makes you stiff
    And pour forth Pure Love
    To All in Need.
    ©heavenly_broadcast


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    We are vessels of Love to Everyone around, as we receive Christ's Love today, let fill others to the Brim again, bringing them to the stream of Love- Christ Jesus our King of Love.


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    Fill

    Maybe you need
    someone to hold your hand
    A solid support, to say
    You need not cry no more
    Maybe all you need
    Is a hand to draw you near
    Saying to you
    All will be well
    Let your heart
    Find His arms of love
    That Caring One
    Who'll never let you fall
    So Let your heart
    Receive his Love
    Saying to you
    It shall be well with you.

    And if you find a hurting heart
    Someone like you
    Whose hurting too
    Don't turn your eyes
    another way
    But be the shoulder
    they can cry on
    For this is how
    True love goes round
    A tender heart
    We let go round
    Refuse the hardness
    Stiffening our insides
    But be the crust
    Where true love resides

    And through the hurt
    We all heal as one
    A loving heart
    Encouraging the other
    And through the pains
    We'll find the gain
    As we rely upon each other
    Pulling us up
    Unto True Love
    Pointing ourselves
    To the True Healer
    The Only One
    who mends broken hearts
    The only one
    Who sifts hard layers apart.
    ©heavenly_broadcast

  • themoonandthesun 47w

    This is not exactly a prose poem. But I tried. This looks like unorganized thoughts and emotions. (It is unorganized -I got lazy��)

    If you find is disgusting or weird - No worries because you are not alone!

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    I Borrowed a Handful of Blue Sky from My Last Lover

    I borrowed a handful of blue sky from my last lover and sprinkled some scarlet hue of my lipless laughter on it. A pinch of tenderness and warmth, a long forgotten code of my vanilla love. A ring of onion to bring in the pearly tears that fill the heart-shaped lack. A garnish of foundation oil that made up for the tan or the lack of it. Memories that set with the sun and set about with the moon. In a monotonous life a chore called love.

    In a bowl of life, parallel to the green salad. A salad that numbs the tongue and teeth, proscribed the art of tender kisses. A salad without pepperoni to burn the morning routine. But I add a pinch of lemonade / soda per say— to clean the bowel of the finest reminisce.

    I borrowed a handful of blue sky from my last lover and made a salad to flush the scars of tenderness. To detox the body of stinky sticky memories. A trip down the memory lane, all I find is the salad I made. To look pretty and lush like the cabbage I munched.

    In a bowl of my precious salad, I did add the blue sky. Like the leftovers cooked not out of will but goodwill. To fill in the gap between the mouth and the old page (to flick it with a finger dropped in saliva) I eat the salad. To flush the old song and start a new record. I borrowed a handful of blue sky from my last lover and a new packet of chips from the market downtown. One out of goodwill and another with my will. Should I end it with "respectively"/ order reversed.
    ~amruta

  • deep13gk 47w

    I borrowed a handful of blue sky from my last lover and take it with me to fill colours in my colourless world.
    Sitting in sand
    Filling the Little
    Blue colour
    In the sea
    Cause Of blue
    Colour in sea
    All sea colourless
    Animals become
    Colourfull

    Took some colour(blue)
    Rub with yellow sun
    And fill the colour
    In grass and
    It become full of
    Green Colour

    Took some Colour (blue)
    And mix with red
    Flower to fill the
    Colours in butterfly

    Took some Colour (blue)
    And mix with orange colour
    Of orange to fill the colour
    In the wood of house


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    Colour of sea

    I borrowed a handful of blue sky from my last lover and take it with me to fill colours in my colourless world.
    Sitting in sand
    Filling the Little
    Blue colour
    In the sea
    ©deep13gk

  • _fallen_angel_ 47w

    I borrowed a handful of blue sky from my last lover and now he's wading through the deluge that had him engulfed. I lent him a bottle of sunshine, but he says it isn't enough to clear the demons from his mind. The demons he said, have taken a piece of his night. So every night as he lays baring his soul, he feels a cold shiver inside.
    He longs for a patch of moonshine to feed his bereaved soul. He's willing to trade my bottle of sunshine for a curl of the rainbow, truth be told. I offered him a bucket of blue sea, a mirror to behold.


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    Prose Poetry

    I borrowed a handful of blue sky from my last lover and now he's wading through the deluge that has him engulfed. I lent him a bottle of sunshine, but he says it isn't enough to clear the demons from his mind. The demons he said, have taken a piece of his night. So every night as he lays baring his soul, he feels a cold shiver inside.
    He longs for a patch of moonshine to feed his bereaved soul. He's willing to trade my bottle of sunshine for a curl of the rainbow, truth be told. I offered him a bucket of blue sea, a mirror to behold.



    ©_fallen_angel_

  • theturquoisemetaphor_ 48w

    It's been years since I don't believe upon fallen stars.

    My maa once said "Fallen stars will grant your wishes, today stay awake and wish for anything you want." I did stay awake in the freezing coldness at 1 am being a 7 year old.

    Suddenly a streak of light flashed in the sky quickly. I immediate whispered to me heart, "I saw patched dress people on streets yesterday, please turn them into people like us."

    Next day, maa asked me whether I wished for something. I nodded my head.


    Today, after years realizing poverty would never fade away. My mind only with cloud of chaos lies in the couch, looking out of the world in the window. The dark sky had tiny twinkling stars. Just like that day, today again a streak of light flashed the sky. I didn't want to wish upon those "fallen stars", not because they didn't fulfill my wish, but because they are already "fallen".

    ©Poojaa

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    • Of Fallen stars and Poverty •

    (Prose Poem in caption)


    ©Poojaa

  • thesweetslow 67w

    i thought i’d plant flowers here. what kind of tool would i need to bust up the asphalt? i can see it now, the cracks, the earthquake of intention splitting the ground. do you think the salt of me is buried here? how many layers in would i find them? maybe they wrapped their wet arms around rocks and kept safe somewhere, knowing i’d be back with roots. oh, that would be something, to see them travel the roots of a rose. or a sunflower. something yellow. something strong. something in love with the sun. i thought i’d plant flowers and they’d sing like flowers do. you’ve heard it, right? what frequency of sound is it, so high and ethereal, angels hum along. a song could travel time, eat away the night in may, an appetite for shrill silence. let it fill in the cracks my voice couldn’t touch. thank goddess for going back. i thought i’d plant flowers so every time the concrete wall was littered with trash, the sky would see them and still smile. the cars would pass unbothered. the nights would come and go, the stems would still stand there, the petals would open and drink. this place would be beautiful. this place could be beautiful if i plant flowers here.


    ©thesweetslow

  • thesweetslow 67w

    i went to change my name today / nothing crazy / no standing in line in a government office / or stamped with ink / or printed on a card to show my.. / oh nevermind. / the point is / i know who i belong to / and it isn’t in my name. / i love these men / oh how i love these men / no matter the wounds they carry / i can see their hearts / beating above their heads / through their rough hands / i see them / and still / i know who i belong to / and it isn’t in those hands / i went to change my name today / in the most informal places / wondering / how do i sign my craft / how do i take ownership / of a story / of a word / of the god running through me / from my mouth / dressed in metaphor / i feel like i’m in a game / of borrowing and no return / though i have, returned that is / but i can’t return a name / i feel like i’ve gone digging / now that i know where i am / what do i call me / once i ran up the stairs after screaming / he said / you are a visitor / and that’s the first time / i took scissors to a name / the last / he told me / loving you in one life is enough / i hope i never have to do this twice / and i can’t live in a house / not mine / so i’m wondering / what do you call a woman / when her name is from a man / when the man is from a woman / and what do you call her / if anything / but goddess / mother / god

  • dreamdrive 71w

    awareness

    I look around—where are all the politicians without pocket-hidden suits? Let us fill the streets! Let us care for our neighbors and rejoice in the well-being of all be-ings. Less landfill, more gardens full of honeybees. Oil dependency? Frack no—our mother rumbles—fractured—bleeding gasses. Let wind turbines stand sentinel over us. Let us be scaled by silver panels turned toward the sun. Stop pissing in the ocean water growing warm and still beneath a thousand rusted hulls. For years our eyes averted from a darkening sky—it’s time to see.
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  • normancrane 84w

    Terminus

    I found the two-headed baby deer dying
    on a bed of soft pine needles under cover of an overturned oak,
    not five kilometres from my cottage,
    Its lungs still pumped,
    Its crimson heart beat weakly through a thin,
    translucent skin,
    that decayed before my eyes,
    until there was no skin,
    and all the organs lay warm and still,
    in a heap upon the earth,
    like waste.

    A god evaporated.

    It is human nature to disbelieve
    that one may be witness to epochal events,
    so I did not believe that I,
    of all people,
    should be witness to the death of time.

    Epochal: the concept itself is dead.

    How lucky we were
    to know time at its cleanest,
    and most linear!

    We know now that such constant linearity
    was the consequence of a living entity,
    It followed the creature like stench follows a skunk,
    and we basked in it
    as if it was the natural state of the world.

    No more.

    Time no longer heals,
    Things do not pass,
    Or pass only to return.

    At first we believed this would be manageable,
    Yes, we thought, we will relive our pain but also our love,
    Everything shall be magnified!
    Welcome to an age of great emotions,
    a new Romanticism!

    Yet we overestimated how much we help,
    failed to accept how much we hurt.

    And we did not realize the nature of evil,
    which accumulates in a way love does not,
    To re-experience our love is to know it,
    again and again,
    at the same intensity,
    but to re-experience pain is to increase its volume until it overpowers us,
    deafening us to everything else.

    I will never forget the creature's eyes,
    full of hatred or hubris,
    yet seeking aid it knew I could not give.

    How does one save a dying god?

    It was not my fault!

    I was but a child asked suddenly to solve a deathbed equation
    expressed in an undiscovered mathematics,
    I had to fail,
    yet in failing I have brought it all upon us.

    I relive it constantly,
    Every time its eyes are louder.

    But it is the hour for my afternoon walk,
    so I will take a pause and enjoy what remains of living.

    I will go to my favourite spot overlooking the city,
    and sit on the iron bench,
    from where the view is magnificent,
    Above me,
    the clouds will form,
    a tangle of pain and human corpses,
    and I will sit and ponder until the first blood drops fall,
    Then the screaming will begin,
    the final storm will rage,
    Beating, crimson corpse-clouds under a thin skin
    of dissipating reality,
    raining blood until we are left
    warm and still upon the earth.

  • khaamosh_insaan 114w

    My Silence is Murdered

    They painted my face
    with my lips faking smile
    They replaced my sad eyes
    by those which don't cry
    I see my reflection in the water
    And I don't see myself but them

    My sadness is veiled
    My tears are wiped
    My face is chiseled
    My silence is murdered

    ©khaamosh_insaan

  • jstommaso 141w

    "The Door"

    On one lonesome tiring night, I sit on my couch, slightly dozing with my TV slowly fading from my blurred sight. Suddenly, I hear a loud knock at my door. Startled, I ponder who would come at this hour. I sit, hoping it is just pranksters out on a nightly outing. I turn back to my TV, eyes heavy as lead, I doze off, then there is another loud knock at my front door. I get up hesitantly, weary of who may be on the other side. I turn the knob slightly, with caution and trembling hands, slowly, I open the door ajar. Standing in my doorway, A faceless hooded stranger. His clothes as black as the night behind him. His eyes is all I can make, they blaze with fire, Staring back, dwelling into my soul. I ask him, with a trembling voice. “Are you Death, standing at my front door?” Without a word or a whisper, he lifts a boney finger and points it towards my heaving chest. My suspicion now confirmed, realizing I must be dead, Death is here for my soul. Suddenly, he steps forward with his single finger and jabs it into my chest, I scream, darkness fills my eyes, then I wake up, sitting on my couch, the TV still playing in the background. I realized It was just a dream, I must of dozed off to sleep. Satisfied that I am still alive, realizing, it was only a nightmare. I get up and head to bed for the night, then suddenly, I hear a loud knock at my front door.
    ©jstommaso

  • jstommaso 141w

    "The Mannequin"

    She stands there with her beautiful long brown hair, eyes of sparkling blue sapphires, a pasted plastic smile; oh so enticing. I walk up to her, with shyness in my steps, sadly, I do not know a great pick up line. Before I could think of one, she says “Don’t be scared” with a twinkle in her eyes. “I am not” I uttered, looking down, a little nervous, I’ve never done this before. “I will not tell a soul” her plastic smile stretches across her face, so elastic, so beautiful, so… “Come closer” she softly echoes, her voice is so soothing, so calming. I inhale sharply, I don’t know what I am doing, I am married, I must not betray my marriage. “I will not tell a soul” she repeats again. Those words keep repeating in my ears… “I will not tell a soul”…what if you don’t have a soul, does it still matter? I ponder on this question, then I realize I am close to her, too close, hovering almost over her, she stands there like a statue, unmoving, yet still ever so beautiful. “Come closer” and so I do, before I could stop myself, I kiss her so passionately, tenderly, my eyes closed, twenty years of marriage flies before my eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I just can’t do this.” I run away with tears welled up behind my eyes. However, it does not affect her, she still stands there, in the same position she has been for over a year, unmoved, as a mannequin in front of a shop window should be.
    ©jstommaso

  • fultontheauthor 155w

    Mercy

    If the universe is merciful, I will re-emerge from the celestial spluge on four legs instead of two. Human feet tend to wander around the wonder of their own tracks. They bleed out on the burnt out roads paved with good intentions and small bones. Blessed be my future grave where my whiskers will merge with the weeds.
    ©fultontheauthor

  • puchka 159w

    Prose Poem

    She's my domestic help. Does her work well. Studied till class ten. Have asked many times why she preferred slogging over washing, dishes, sweeping floors, instead of sitting behind a desk. She says she's happy doing what she does, pay aggregating to more than what she would get from a single source. Add to that the meals and snacks she gets from homes she visits and the annual bonus during major festival. Leave alone the many paid holidays when homes are shut, they've gone on vacation. Isn't she smart in choosing her profession?
    Her sister a B.Tech, gets what she gets, working ten hours, repairing mobile phones, and listening to complaints from irate customers, all day!!!

    ©Snigdha Agrawal

  • glorry_shubhashree1 162w

    My Best Friend

    The one with whom I share my loneliness
    and my sadness gets a sweet hug
    The one who understands my every heart beat
    And reads me and my life thoroughly as an open book
    Each coma, each full stop, each space, each sentence, each chapter, each paragraph ,each page - she reads attentively and understands even more than myself.
    .
    The one who calls me every morning, afternoon, evening, day or night ..
    just to listen to me if I have anything to say ,if I have anything to share .
    The one with whom hours seem like moments ,most valuable, meaningful moments of my life .
    The one who is the most essential part of my life .
    .
    The one friend who is equal to 100 relatives and 100 friends
    The one who even listen to my silence, deep sighs and also my lazy yawns .
    The one who brings me to sense when I am at the verge of losing all my sense .
    .
    The one who inspires ,guides, cheers, strengthens me
    The one who has a big hand in building my faith on God stronger ,
    on making my morals stronger , integrity tougher, and shaping my character solid, my thoughts pure
    and heart soft and transparent.
    .
    This long journey of life still now would have been incomplete without her ,I would have been lost and might be dead .
    About whom I can say exactly as David said about Jonathan - you are dearer to me than women . I can say about her - you are dearer to me than men.

    I know this friendship was predestined by God ,we are friends by God's beautiful plan . We are two lovely flowers and two daughters of God

    ©glorry_shubhashree1

  • glorry_shubhashree1 162w

    My Best Friend (Extended)

    The one with whom I share my loneliness
    And my sadness gets a sweet hug
    The one who understands my every heart beat
    And reads me and my life thoroughly as an open book
    Each coma, each full stop, each space, each sentence, each chapter, each paragraph ,each page - she reads attentively and understands even more than myself.

    The one who calls me every morning, afternoon, evening, day or night ..just to listen to me if I have anything to say ,if I have anything to share .
    The one with whom hours seem like moments ,most valuable, meaningful moments of my life.

    The one who loves and accepts me just as I am
    The one who enjoys my company and laughs at my silly jokes
    The one who celebrates my childish innocence .

    I have had infact many best friends ,but most of them got lost in the sand of time and their course got changed somewhat with the season of life
    But she is someone who endured all ,the one who stood in the test of time and stayed there always as my shadow.
    I still love all my friends with all my heart
    Yet she is someone without whom my life is incomplete .

    The one who is my co partner in challenges, odds and wars to stand out from the rest, to not follow the fleeting lies and not to fall for illusions ,not to ever compromise with wrong.
    But to walk in truth and obedience to God,
    To listen to His voice, follow His morals and standards.

    Even when we are alone, left with nothing and no one except each other
    Even when we seem like being defeated in life
    In the hands of complexity and crookness,
    The twists and turns ,foul games of life ,of people and world
    Which our simple , innocent minds fail to comprehend often.

    To love everyone selflessly ,to always love unconditionally
    To never let go of the kindness and sweetness
    To always put on humility
    With her I learn in practical life
    the essence of Christ

    With her l learnt to see the world in the eyes of God transcending all bars , beyond religions ,limits and divisions
    In her I have found the beauty of a pure soul
    A soul that rests in God and is surrendered to God
    A heart which always delights in holiness
    Someone who always seeks the divinity.


    Together we ride the path of virtue and maturity ,learn the lessons of life , support and correct each other.
    This depth of friendship and human relationship we share .
    I know even when the whole world is against me, or alien to me ,
    she is the one who will always give me smile ,breath of relief and ease my heavy heart , my confidence.


    She is some one whom I listen and trust with my closed eyes
    Someone who has given me the care and concern of a sister, of a mother when I am
    motherless, unknown to my own and hurt by all
    She is someone for whom my soul will always rest in peace and smile.


    The one who is the most essential part of my life
    The one friend who is equal to 100 relatives and 100 friends
    The one who even listen to my silence, deep sighs and also my lazy yawns
    The one who brings me to sense when I am at the verge of losing all my sense
    The one who inspires ,guides, cheers, strengthens me .

    The one who has a big hand in building my faith on God stronger ,on making my morals stronger , making my integrity tougher, and shaping my character solid, my thoughts pure and heart soft and transparent .
    With her by my side even this painful ,dreadful life
    Appears beautiful and bearable.

    This long journey, the path of mine would have been so hard
    I would have lost myself , my strength ,my faith and hope as well from humanity and life.
    But her presence has made such a big difference.
    And I know she is God's answer to my life
    A gift from Him ,sent from above
    Only He can plan, design ,provide, sustain and execute .

    About whom I can say exactly as David said about Jonathan - you are dearer to me than women . I can say about her - you are dearer to me than men .

    I know this friendship was predestined by God ,
    we are friends by God's beautiful plan .
    We are two lovely flowers in God's garden
    Two daughters of God who love God above everything and everyone .

    I might have many complaints to God for many things
    But I have understood His grace on me through the presence of this friend
    I have succeeded to espy the heart of God through her
    The beauty, joy ,depth and purity
    of friendship, of companionship
    How wonderful and awesome ,this human relationship .

    Oh ! How glad I am that God has blessed me a friend like her to share my life ,joy ,sorrow ,
    to share my path and journey
    The visible Angel of God on earth for me
    I am so lucky and grateful to God for providing such a friend ,such a rare and most unique human being in disguise of her
    She continues ,and will always continue to be my best friend forever .
    .
    ©glorry_shubhashree1

  • alternatewords 196w

    These summer days, when the colors start to fade

    These summer days, when the colors start to fade, slowly turn to Autumn. But still, holding on to the bright days and the long evenings and the days spent lazily. I admit the red heat and the silver thick air aren't my favorite palette, not the first choice of colors to paint with. Still, I'll miss it when the rain comes and the winds blow and the clouds cover days, not just hours.
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    There are also lessons to be learned. Appreciation, action spurred, to protect that which we should cherish, to change our footprints, that which we leave behind. The sun seems angrier these days, burningly upset with what it sees, searing with righteous indignation. We leave behind more than just footprints, take more than just memories. We are to be moments, remembered for good deeds, not destruction. We must rethink, our footprints.
    ©alternatewords