Prose Poems | Prose Examples

TO BEING ON BOARD * I can remember when It was blackboards, Which have been replaced By their whiteboards; Loaded with selective Brainwashing videos: Primarily coded to entertain Rather than educate; Particularly, if you’ve not chosen Teaching as a labor of love:- When asked how could I, at 83, Teach without a whiteboard, I simply replied that I was A live retired living blackboard: Programmed by...

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You can’t grasp liberation With butterfinger hands; Rather, you must grasp her With an iron-fist grip; Clasping her here forever:- Thus, let us get to being about Fulfilling and sealing our liberation, Rather than just rapping about it:- Rember, liberation is not given, It is faithfully fought for and won:- And the best part of the fight is, It's not with those weapons given us To freely...

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A woman accepts your friend request That means she accepted your friendship Not your offer of courtship. When a woman send you a friend request It means she wants to be your friend Not your girlfriend. When a woman comment on your status It means she is social not flirty. When she likes your comments It means...

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Healing the soul is trusting God completely This is a return to your integrity In to your own silence In to your own kindness Holiness means accepting All parts of yourself Our reasonable service Directing them to serve men and God....

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He sat in the corner of the moment, pressed like a crease in a suit no longer worn, faking laughter in a dialect he'd forgotten how to speak. They called him Light-Bringer. Said he lit the room like a dying bulb— flickering, faulty, but still trying. Applause was his oxygen, but even lungs grow tired of breathing fire when the room only...

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Night fells suddenly sending rays of hope in the sky as anxious hearts make music with their flute and the violin with its tender strings bring back memories of my youth. It is the part of me that no one can see but something bigger than me is always speaking to me and it is...

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Each person has his own teacher and mentor By their example, they inspire us to go through life Attain and arrive to our peaks with dignity To achieve success in everything we do I want to express my sincere gratitude To mentors and teachers for our knowledge Teacher, mentor is a vocation A destiny from God, a...

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We often communicate to the people We use edited phrase to frank them One of the most important asset is To be by yourself, express who you are Show yourself with beauty, genuine No exaggerated aspiration, real you No photoshopped soul, feel yourself Doing the most wonderful unique you....

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An eerie wind blows through the decaying bushes on the outskirts, while a rusted door sways on its broken hinges. The smell of ozone lingers from thunder cracking in the distance, as heavy rain unleashes upon the abandoned prairie. A broken soul wanders the expanse, searching for any solace in...

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Rene was composing a bangla song. After decades and motivations distant from a light year, he truly tried. Just with one concept. Photosynthesis is not something photogenic. Certainly not an easy subject, not quite popular that fame is blessed about. "I think you need a break. Simply try an easier path." Shanta wanted to cheer him up. "Let...

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Interview With an Angel Angel, please tell me your name. Gabriel What does angel mean and what do angels do? Angel is Greek for messenger from God. We have several functions. We deliver messages from God to believers and sometimes non-believers. For example; I was tasked with delivering the greatest message to affect the world. I told Mary she would give birth to the...

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People don't always need advice. Sometimes all they need is: a hand to support, an ear to...

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Jenny leaned against the counter, counting the stitches where Ariana’s arm had been severed, each segment arranged in clinical precision beneath the glass. The overhead lights hummed, sterile and white, reflecting off the muscle striations, the fine marbling of fat. The attendant, masked and impassive, weighed the cost. A rib’s soft curve. A shoulder blade,...

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Deception has always been A strategy and ally of injustice; Veiling its ruthless deeds, And shifting attention From aged-old atrocities, While living and percolating Behind invisible Jericho walls:- Let not the reality Of new Jericho borders Blind and deceive us; Legislative freedom and unity For so-called refugees Remain at hand and Our struggle to be masters Of ourselves continues, Lease we be caged and considered Refugees in this, our...

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It’s shameful, the way I clutch. Like a child with a broken toy, believing if I just hug it tight enough, it’ll fix itself. I know people aren’t possessions. But tell that to the part of me that has only known love as something that gets taken just when I start to believe it’s mine. I rot with envy when he smiles at someone...

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