Prose poetry

I am not too familiar with prose poetry I haven't really heard it that often, so not much comes to my mind. Searching it I wasn't really able to get any good answers; besides prose can be translated as straight forward. Which confuses me because the ones i read had a lot of metaphors and symbols which isn't so straight forward. I also read that prose is more grammatically structured and uses punctuations and such; unlike poetry where you do not need. I don't know how i feel about prose simply because i don't fully understand what the differences truly are.


Here is one website i found with a bunch of prose
http://webdelsol.com/tpp/

3rd poem

Her hair isn't as br    own as the earth. Li    ps aren't as red as    
a rose. Legs aren't     as long as the Nile.     Skin isn't as bronz   
e as a goddess Stoma    ch isn't as flat as     the plains of Ecuado   
r, it has more of a     round shape like the     hills of Ireland. V   
irginity isn't one o    f the Virgin Mothers    ; hell it isn't even   
like Madonna's. Eye    s aren't as wide as     a puppies, in honest   
y one's lazier than     a couch potato. Stil    l, in no way shape o   
r form would I chang    e anything about her    . Her imperfections    
are perfect to me. F    laws are invisible t    o my heart, she smil   
es them off with her     pearly whites. A si    ngle smirk that can    
make any man crumble     to his knees. When     they do; they get a    
perfect glance of he    r apple bottom. Yet,     her outside doesn't   
compare to her in.     A heart that can riv    al one of a loving c   
aring mother's. She     bleeds generosity, s    he speaks honesty. S   
he loves uncondition    ally, she cares undo    ubtedly. Yes, I know   
she may be imperfec    t, but shes perfect     for me.


-I saw this slice and dice activity on the link the professor gave us, so I used it for a poem I once wrote to a girl a while ago. You literally have
to read it left to right, some of the words are spilt up.

2 sentences

"It's going to snow, why don't we go home?"
"Blogging is a process in itself."

I think you can be able to tell what I'm talking about in each setence. Your thoughts?

Fierce Feline form poem

Danny Pozo
Fierce Felines

The jungle hits the city, like a panther mauls a deer
Felines pounce and roar to let it be known clear
The streets are filled with ferocity and heat
This is their new habitat these sexy creatures owned this street
Roars of these doubled-legged cats give the village a vicious pounding beat!

Snap! Snap! Snap!
Flashes go off faster than dashing wildcats
Festival for beautiful long limbed lionesses and tigresses, no atrociousness
Visitors of the jungle amazed by the sight of such striking exquisiteness
They were to fierce for any one man to contain their ferociousness


For this poem i used a rhyme scheme of A,A, B,B,B 2nd verse C,C,D,D,D as you can see i tripled the rhyme schme for the 2nd rhyme of each stanza. Btw this poem isnt about cats, do you know what its about?

How i feel about poetry, Poet link

When I think of poetry. I think of 2 things; love and laughter. When I was younger I always wanted to do two things; I always wanted to make everyone around me laugh, and I always wanted to be with girls and fall in love. Till this day I'm still obsessed with making people laugh, and yes girls as well. I wouldn't be to sure about the falling in love thing as much anymore lol. You might be asking yourself what does that have to do with poetry. Well, that's easy I was always best at writing my thoughts on emotions down on paper and through words. Whether it be a love poem or a funny rhyme; either way I could always get the emotion I wanted out of people which was either laughing, crying, and/or both. I was always good at getting to peoples emotions through words and/or poems that I've written. Someone wise once told me, “the key to a girls heart is laughter.” That's my motto and I'm sticking to it.

http://www.internal.org/list_poems.phtml?authorID=7
This is a link to a bunch of Robert Frost poems. I honestly don't know to many poets, but i always liked his stuff.

Sentence 1. 1st sentence due, orginally put on paper

"I think, therefore I am." Rene Descartes
I like this sentence because it makes me think, it is such an obvious sentence, but at the same time it makes you ponder how we really do we exist. It is so simple that it's confusing. plus i heard it on a cartoon once.
Mine, "I immediately regret this deciscion." Pretty much we've all been in that situation whatever that situation was.
*note this was the 1st sentence due, but I never put it up on my blog after handing it in.

Ode to be Workshopped

Danny Pozo
Creative Writing
Ode to My Blanket

My blanket has special powers once the sun goes down.
In the night my blanket originates an invisible force field.
My blanket becomes fighter of all unworldly creatures
and beasts from the deep pits of hell.
Protector of my well-being,
security of all ghouls and goblins from horror films alike,
like a doorman with a guest-list,
unwanted parties may not attend.
No amount of money can compromise my blanket from allowing demons of the night to come to this party.

Like a lioness protecting her cubs,
my blanket fights off all predators that stalk me waiting for the moment to strike.
My blanket is at a moment’s notice to defend my life.
Chucky, Freddy Kruger, Jason, Michael Meyers.
My blanket laughs in the faces of these villains and even dares them to try and come near my now frightened and cringed body.
With the uppermost confidence my blanket knows they haven't a chance.
“Remain in the screen!” My blanket yelps,
“This boy shall not be harmed while under me.”

It hugs me as I lay softly and comfortably,
putting me to sleep.
Keeping an eye out for the unwanted.
I make sure all my limbs stay inside my blankets borders.
Who knows?
A hanging limb off my bed might lead to my demise.
A creature of the night may grab it,
and take me beneath my bed where my blanket cannot save me
Yes, my blanket has special powers at night,
powers given by the Gods of the Heavens,
but when I awaken from my slumber;
my blanket, well it’s just that a blanket.
Nothing but wool and cotton. I fold her up and put her away.
“I’ll see you tonight, my life depends on it.”

Sentence 2

Don't let school interfere with your education. Mark Twain. I love this sometimes school makes us conform to much, and +I think a lot of the things we learn in school we never use i.e. anything in math besides basic math and algebra. Pretty sure I'm never gonna have to us Pi ever again, or the Pythagorean theorem!!!

My sentence, "Milk was a Bad Choice"

Poetry link

http://www.everypoet.net/poetry/

This is a poetry website i found while browsing. I like that you are able to lesve feedback on each poem, and that the site deosnt have a set theme, you can write about anything