Heartfelt Prose
One of the prime requisites
In the writing
of heartfelt prose
Is the sharp pain
of experience
Of loss…and of woes
You have to bleed…
To have been wounded…
To suffer so sadly
To have won love
Then lost it…
Regretted it madly
To have suffered the slings
Of outrageous fate
To have been treated e’er so coldly
To have tasted the bile
Of unbridled hate
And of love proferred so boldly
To have felt the passion
Of someone you loved
had them push away.. Or pull you up close
These are some of the seeds
That take root in the needs
In the writer of…heartfelt prose
poem by David Whalen
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A prose writer gets tired of writing prose, and wants to be a poet. So he begins every line with a capital letter, and keeps on writing prose.
quote by Samuel McChord Crothers
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My Poetry Has Become Prose
MY POETRY HAS BECOME PROSE
My Poetry has become Prose
I have lost my music
Nothing sings in me;
I have lost my richness of meaning
Nothing in me is not linear, flat and clear.
I have lost my poetry
And have become a writer of Prose
In pseudo Poetic Form-
There is in me no Line
That says more than itself-
I am Prose now not Poetry
And yet still secretly hoping
My inner irony will
In contradicting me
Save me.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Two schools of thought.
.
The lady chose to take offence
Although I said she wrote fine prose
She may not know the difference
between poetry and prose
She thought that she wrote poetry
But what she wrote was free form prose.
I offered no apology
It was not my fault that she chose.
Not to learn the basic rules
defining prose and poetry
Two very different writing schools
in which to show your artistry.
The so called experts can’t agree
and coined the term poetic prose.
Though writing cannot possible
be classed as poetry and prose.
If it’s not metered it is prose
no matter how poetical.
But you’re entitled to compose.
Fine prose and call it poetry.
Though I suggest respectfully
you should be proud of writing prose.
As some do most successfully.
But it was poetry I chose
Thursday,11 March 2010
http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Poem Versus Prose
You do not like this poem
And I do not like your prose
Enough with your predicates
And your subjects
In this poem you will find
No commas and semicolons
This poem
Is armed with rhythms
Stanzas and shifts
This poem has no end
There are no colons
In this poem
Your prose is replete with nuances
This poem echoes
The plight of the oppressed
And dispossessed
In your prose I find parentheses
This poem speaks of life
Your prose can be edited
Cut this poem and it bleeds
You do not like this poem
And I do not like your prose
Prose has pauses and hyphens
Prose comes to a stop
This poem plugs images
Even in your head
Prose deals with fiction
And nonfiction
This poem can be heard
It can be felt
It speaks of hunger
Of hopelessness
Homelessness
It speaks of a bitter reality
You do not like this poem
poem by Buxton Shippy
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Thousands of eyes
Poetry or prose is a writing.
In prose contents get focus
And in poetry, taste of words.
Prose sounding poetry is sweeter.
We see thousands of stars at night
And only one sun in a day - prose.
The night has thousands of eyes
And the day, only one in sky. - poetry
01.08.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Never More Than Now
I had dreams and crazy schemes
Never felt this way before
I had days when I got raged
Never felt like this before
Endless nights that end in flights
Now I feel love
Never. never. never more than now
Never. never. never more than now
Never more than now
Paralysed by vicious lies
Never felt this way before
Seen hope die and grown men cry
Never felt like this before
Shed lonely tears and heartfelt fears
Now I feel love
Never. never. never more than now
Never. never. never more than now
A thing of beauty
Lasts forever
Stretches through all time
Every endeavour
No matter how hard
They might try
To build you up
And to bleed you dry
Never lose love. never
Never lose love. never
Ever, ever, ever
Never. never. never more than now
Never. never. never more than now
song performed by by Abc
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I Hate to Love
I hate to love
as it gives pain
I hate to love
and be a loser ever again
I hate to love
as I treat lovers insane
I hate to love
as it is brittle as a cane
I hate to love
as it gives sorrow
I hate to love
it’s not like money that u can borrow
I hate to love
as it ends unhappily
When a partner goes away
and the other waits sadly
I hate to love
as it needs a pair
it’s like a game
in which everything is fair
I hate to love
when love is one-sided
If one flirts
the other lives parted
I hate to love
when someone plays a game
and the other unknowingly
comes under his tame
I hate to love
when it is false
in this case it has no effect
and no cause
I hate, I hate, I hate
I hate everything about love
b’coz hatred is the
extremity of love
This experience is
different in it’s feel
It’s gained only
after a strong zeal
If you Love to Hate
It means you are in Anger
But if you Hate to Love
it means you were someday a Betrayed Lover….
poem by Bineeta Kharga
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Push Me, Pull Me
I had a false belief
I thought I came here to stay
Were all just visiting
All just breaking like waves
The oceans made me, but who came up with love?
Push me, pull me, push me, or pull me out
Push me, pull me, or pull me out {2x}
So if there were no angels, would there be no sin?
You better stop me before I begin
But let me say: if I behave, can you arrange a spacious hole in the ground
Somewhere nice, make it nice
Where the land meets high tide
Push me, pull me, or pull me out
Push me, pull me {2x}
Like a cloud dropping rain
Im discarding all thought
Ill dry up, leaving puddles on the ground
Im like an opening band for the sun
Push me, pull me {6x}
Ive had enough, said enough, felt enough, Im fine, still in it
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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I used to write sonnets and various things, and moved from there into writing prose, which, incidentally, is a lot more interesting than poetry, including the rhythms of prose.
quote by Shelby Foote
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Lost poem
It was on this page, then gone
Like feathers blowing in the wind.
Where is the prose I wrote?
Not a letter is in sight.
I am looking with all my might.
Oh where is the prose I wrote?
Today I wrote a new poem,
Was it lost in cyberspace?
I hope not for I might not know it,
Even staring at me in the face.
Give me a break, my memories are at stake.
Oh where is the prose I wrote?
I've already written 300 space poems. But I look upon my ultimate form as being a poetic prose. When you read it, it appears to be prose, but within the prose you have embedded the techniques of poetry.
quote by Story Musgrave
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There is poetry even in prose, in all the great prose which is not merely utilitarian or didactic: there exist poets who write in prose or at least in more or less apparent prose; millions of poets write verses which have no connection with poetry.
quote by Eugenio Montale
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Totally Biased
I do not often write free form
to me it is not poetry.
Freely admit my prejudice
I think it’s just a passing phase
Although I can appreciate
poetic and well written prose
This does not make it poetry
When I consult my dictionary
it makes it very clear to me.
All writing must be one of those
It can’t be both at he same time.
Prose poetry cannot exist
an obvious oxymoron
Though modern writer still insist
that what they write is poetry
.It may be really beautiful
and well presented on the page
but definitely not poetry.
Why can they not be satisfied
with their well written thoughts in prose.
Why do they call it poetry
a dandelions not a rose.
Its meter defines poetry
it doesn’t even need to rhyme.
Even free verse had its rules
but writers seem to think today
There are no rules anything goes.
I nail my colours to the mast
Not afraid to let my bias show.
31-Jan-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Forgotten Embrace
Through you I saw the Light
Through you I saw what is Right
Through you I felt my Freedom
Through you I found my Kingdom
Then it was taken away
Because of one forsaken mistake
Not knowing what I had
Now it is Forsaken again
Now my tears fall Unknown
While your tears are embrace by one of your own
A kin of mine
Not by blood or Birth
Only a kin of mine because of Rebirth
Emotional Loss and Emotional Pain
Emotional memories lost again
For those who experience
The pain I have felt
For those who experience
The Loss and the Hell
Are forever tied to me
But Never compared with me
My love for you is as deep as the ocean
My love for you is as true as the wind
My love for you is as warm as the fire
My love for you is an solid as the Earth
....
My love for you is as forgotten as the Depths
My love for you is scattered to the World
My love for you is as deadly as the Heat
My love for you s as broken as the Earth
I know you chose the Ladder
I know you chose the Other
Dispite the signs we have seen
Dispire the Feelins we have felt
Dispite the Words we have beamed
Dispire the love in ourselves
You stand there walking
With you lover's embrace
Forgetting the One, who may die again
((Dedicated to Katie))
poem by Nathaniel Sickels
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Vanish
The elements in my thoughts are emptiness in
my hands, the uncertainty of your reach, i cannot
think of, but only hope that the day is not yet gone
entirely from my extending shelf. Where the literature
of infinite prose are the taste of one self, to become
myself as one into your spoken words. The writing
all becomes a shadow of many regrets. My hands
can only feel the texture of the paperback, but not
the words written, they can only register in my
conscious to stay and appear when i need them. I
cannot grab your voice nor your thoughts, if only
i could reach the sky and write my prose in a cloud
you shall read my contemplation from a distance
where ever you are. Tell me where it is your standing,
unless you want me lost. For eons I have longed the
moment to come. Tell me where to find you unless
you want me to fall. The prose only say you wait
desperately for hope.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Love Me Madly
YOU KNOW YOUR MAKING ME NERVOUS,
I DON'T KNOW IF THE WORLD DESERVES US,
YOUR'E DOING THINGS I WOULDN'T MENTION,
YOU HAVE A HUNGER FOR ATTENTION.
YOU KNOW YOUR'E MAKING ME FRANTIC,
IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE ROMANTIC?
YOUR'E LIKE THE WOMAN OUT OF SPECIES,
I THINK I'M GONNA GO TO PIECES.
YOU NEVER DO RIGHT,
YOUR'E DOING WRONG,
YOU'D BETTER GET BACK WHERE YOU BELONG,
YOU NEVER DO RIGHT,
YOUR'E DOING WRONG
THEN RUNNING TO ME.
LOVE ME WELL OR LOVE ME BADLY,
PLEASE DON'T ALWAYS LOVE ME MADLY,
STAY FOR LIFE OR LEAVE ME SADLY,
DO YOU HAVE TO?
YOU KNOW YOUR MAKING ME ANXIOUS,
YOU KNOW THAT EVERYBODY BLANKS US,
YOUR LIKE A COCKTAIL SET ATTILA,
A KIND OF HOLYCON GUERILLA,
YOU KNOW I'M HEADING FOR A CRACKUP,
YOUR'E GETTING EVERYBODYS BACK UP,
I'M GETTING READY FOR A FREAKOUT,
WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOUR'E RIGHT TO SPEAKOUT?
YOU NEVER BACK DOWN YOU'D RATHER FIGHT,
YOUR READY FOR COMBAT DAY OR NIGHT,
YOU NEVER BACK DOWN,
YOU START THE FIGHT,
THEN RUN BEHIND ME.
LOVE ME WELL OR LOVE ME BADLY,
DO YOU HAVE TO LOVE ME MADLY?
STAY FOR LIFE OR LEAVE ME SADLY,
DO YOU HAVE TO?
I FEEL I'M GETTING RATHER TENSE,
AT THE TURN OF THESE EVENTS,
I WANT TO RUN AWAY AND HIDE,
BUT YOU KEEP DRAGGING ME INSIDE,
I'M TETHERED TO A TRAINEE HELLCAT,
I'M FEELING JEALOUS OF THE DOORMAT,
I'M NEARLY FAINTING WITH THE TENSION,
ONE DAY WE'LL END UP IN DETENTION,
YOU NEVER BACK DOWN YOU'D RATHER FIGHT,
YOUR READY FOR COMBAT DAY OR NIGHT,
YOU NEVER BACK DOWN,
YOU START THE FIGHT,
THEN RUN BEHIND ME.
LOVE ME WELL OR LOVE ME BADLY,
DO YOU HAVE TO LOVE ME MADLY?
STAY FOR LIFE OR LEAVE ME SADLY,
PLEASE DON'T ALWAYS LOVE ME MADLY,
LOVE ME WELL OR LOVE ME BADLY,
DO YOU HAVE TO LOVE ME MADLY,
BE MY FRIEND REJECT ME GLADLY,
PLEASE DON'T ALWAYS LOVE ME MADLY,
LOVE........ME MADLY
LOVE........ME MADLY
LOVE........ME MADLY
LOVE........ME MADLY
LOVE........ME MADLY
( CONTINUES TILL IT FADES )
song performed by by Human League
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A Cummingsy Poemish In Praise Of A Poetry Seminar
many ways
on Sattwadays
in which to praise
e.g. a rose –
in careful prose;
awe for better
or full worse
in poetry, unjust
in verse..
be it even
heartfelt curse
on mind,
to find
that when, all roses
come and gone,
a tension rested,
paused upon,
and though Observer
comes and goes,
a roseful's still
a noseful rose;
yet, all we met
together where
our somehow knew
a hereful ‘there’..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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I don't know what to say....
When my old love for you dies a new love blooms. If I loved myself as I love you, a God I would become. When I am lost in the desert of despair, my memory of you is my mirage. A river of sweetness is your tears, their passion is my elixir. If there be no pleasure in our love anymore, than the pain of the pleasure once felt is my consolation. To others peace is the love of solitude, you are the love of my solitude. My heart is lost in thy abyss, and its dark depths I cry. O sweet love O sweet love! My love is in thy sigh. Thy voice brings sweeter messages than the angel Gabriel. If thou chose to hate me, I hate myself the more and thy hate I love, like hate has never been loved before. Underneath the veil of thy shadow my soul does softly glow. On thy skin, my color, does so eloquently express, the universal of love that beats in every poet's chest. I don't know why my heart beats the chords of love to me this day, but I hope they beat forever and to this charm I pray….. When thy speak of being misunderstood, my love echoes in thy heart. If I were to die, all my dreams and aspirations would be attained by thy one sweet breathe no death could take away. God should not give thee to one, one should give thee to God. I have nothing else to say, but sometimes all the expression of the beauty of the love I feel for you gets stolen by three words… I love you.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Slings And Arrows
(Justin Hayward, John Lodge)
Slings and arrows, slings and arrows
Slings and arrows, slings and arrows
No chance for a second chance
When the arrows start to fly
No way is an easy way
To say goodbye
No dream is ever lost
If you never cease to try
Never thought you would walk away
From my side
I just can't hide from
Slings and arrows, slings and arrows
Slings and arrows, slings and arrows
Life is ever changing
Nothing stays the same
Nothing in this whole wide world
Can turn us back again
Cos where we're standing now
Is the point of no return
Looking back on a world that's
Got to learn
You just can't hide from
Slings and arrows, slings and arrows
Slings and arrows, slings and arrows
Love is the shield
When you're standing
With your back to the wall
And if you turn around
And walk away
You're never gonna lose
Cos love conquers all
No chance for a second chance
When the arrows start to fly
No way is there an easy way
To say goodbye
No dream is ever lost
If you never cease to try
Never thought you would walk away
From my side
I just can't hide from
Slings and arrows, slings and arrows
Slings and arrows, slings and arrows
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Singer Of Blues...writer Of Prose
A good poet can be likened
to an old blues singer
You’ve got to have experienced life
in all it’s rainbow variations
You’ve got to have the scars
From life’s long, hard winter
You’ve got to show the lines…
The creases and striations
Songs torn from life
With gut-wrenching intensity
Words expressed on small black keyboard
Marine band harmonica expressing emotions
A plaintive E-chord…long ebony fingers
Sorrow…sadness…smallness…immensity
Memories addressed, then electronically stored
While back porch steps record…only evanescent devotions
Singer of blues…purveyor of prose
Both rent ragged, both experience-rich
Both life -haggard, …with hopes and woes
Blues singer, prose writer…same niche
poem by David Whalen
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