Here is a list of Most Liked Prose Poems written by members. Read poetry, post your own poems or comments. Poems on these pages are copyrighted © by the authors who entered them. Click here to post a poem.
I am a mental health professional. I enjoy literature, Shakespeare and poetry. I am a poet. When I wrote this poem, I was thinking of love of my life Diana. The poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning expressed my eternal love, "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the length and depth and height, My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight; For the ends of Being and ideal of Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's, Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God chooses, I shall love thee better after death.
As shy as a hedgerow mouse As timid as a bunny rabbit I cannot seem to write a line In this crazy mind that I inhabit The poetry and prose I write The verses and the rhymes I still can’t send a contact message To endear a woman’s charms I
It is a stanza in the poetic edda
I never try to define my poetry. I just write!!!
My friends want charming princes And they dislike frogs So i thoutght to myself yesterday night: Am i a frog or a prince??? I confess that i love animals and frogs are very interesting too Single princes exist... Maybe in the United Kingdom and
I cry for the people who were here before the "White Eyes" arrived from the East to take over this continent. It's the natural order of things on this planet though, and it's played out from vegetation to insects to fish to Lions to human beings. The strong survive to breed, the weak perish. This poem was inspired by a song by Buffy Sainte Marie called "My country Tis of Thy People You're Dying".
The poem really speaks for itself...
LOVE LOVE
The man I love has lied to me..and now I cant get past it. Though it was not what he lied about that was a big deal..but the fact that he lied at all..it changes everything.
This is written in just one of my many diverse styles. I call this unique poetic artistry "Profusion" because it is excessively bombarded with too many poetic elements, including some I've innovated*, such as: Alliteration, Allusion, Antonyms, *"ArchieBunkerism", Assonance, *"Character Mapping", *"Colour", Dichotomy, *"DicLixCYa", Double-Entendre, Elision, *"FuNTS", Homographs, Homonyms, Homophones, (I know, what a bunch o' Homos! ; ), Hyperbole, Juxtaposition, Metaphors, Metonymy, Onomatopoeia, Oxymorons, Personification, *"PUNK'dU8shun" Puns, Similes, *"Strategic Phrasing", Subliminal, Symbolism, Synonyms, *"Textual InUendOH!", + others... It is more for my own word-playa amusement (admittedly narcissistic?) than for layperson public consumption. Some of the elements may not be easily detected completely due to HTML limits in this post (if you'd like to view it in its "fool glory" in MS Word, email a request from/to your personal addy). Most get the surface level, but to fully appreciate its complex, deeper multiple meanings, reread & study it slowly and see if you can detect all 80+ of its intentionally composed poetic elements. Enjoy ( :
I keep seeing you far away the distance always grows and yet my thoughts still seek your fleeting face whispering I know you why must I seek that cannot have a rose is sweeter than a tear that slips between the arms of time that f
Just trying to convey the sense of a carefree, wind at my back day. Felt great!
From the stairway to heaven to this crystal stream Wine coloured doves decend on this forest dream Lay down my love on leaves of gold From angels vials pour dreams untold Lay down my love in this ethereal light Touch my soul in this mysti
A kinda story song poem..Hope you like it..Love cafe
Love transcends everything ~ Challenges . . . Distance . . . Time . . . Like memories it evokes, Love is never lost If it's still found within your heart.
* I composed this for a romantic interest, the mother of 3 delightfully intelligent sons, who at the time we met were understandably still very much devoted to their father, and thereby torn by the notion that their mother's interest had shifted towards me, despite our first glances & union occuring AFTER the finality of their parents' divorce. Too fresh to them, at my behest, we waited eons apart, to rekindle a romance, this poetry manifesting my sentiments for her.
Take a ride on the wild side, and ride with those who dare Hang on to your hat and coat doin' that 360 in the air Oh, You've see us in the arena with a thousand camera's a- flashin' Hangin' on to that dirt bike in all this death- defying
Some men dig for gold deep within the earth Others explore the heavens searching for their worth But the poet will find all these things with a single stroke of the pen When they find that gold in a heavenly heart that glitters deep within~
Another shorty inspiration..
Looking out my window..
Strange cognitions Errie night Bone rattling horror before my sight Sweat like an ocean dripping down my face 'Oh, please deliver me from this wretched place!' I swallow my spit and stare in awe That thing will eat me toes and all So I s
Uh..Don't take the Titanic..lol.
Ok..Back to paradise...
E=Mc..confusion..lol
OK..this is gettin' completely out of hand..The women poets are working me overtime as well as the readers..lol.
Mabey I've seen a rose or two whose pedals have graced the dawn Mabey a deer has caught my eye as she tenderly nursed her fawn Perhaps the silk from the purest pearl has drawn me to the deep But nothing on earth can compare to you when in my a
a bit different...
There's a healing in progress for every stab to the soul There's a sacred text being written as broken hearts unfold For every kindness unanswered a reckoning must be met And as the seeds of love are planted A flower shall we see yet~
Freedom..
It's not that my eyes have beheld the dawn or the golden leaves of fall But that I have this miracle in the gift of sight and that I see anything at all It's not in the hearing of the most beautiful sounds such as when you speak a word B
A lil fun with a re-write...
A poem idea from the recent forum thread..thank you..
You said,'You'd meet me at the rivers edge where we could talk for a while..' Yes, I knew what you meant, as I made that drive..but inside me was a smile You probably thought we'd sit and talk til I felt you were quite at ease But I knew in
Haven't seen Mr. Fellsman in a while..just wondering where he might be..
I don't play well in the cold..lol.
Ego is the flower on a dead mans grave Ego took the bullet from the unasumming brave Ego struts high, much higher than most But the lowliest of the low put an end to that boast~
A sort of fill in the blanks...x...
A spiritual write~
For those who may be by themselves this Christmas..
True story that happened to me in 1995. A girl that lived four doors down from me named Debby. She was one of those super friendly to everybody type people and never saw the impact she had on me..
Just having fun with numbers..lol
'Tis not verse but rather heartfelt emotion sent from me to you.
Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
Have you written poetry that you'd like to share with other members? Posting your poetry shows your skill and creativity and helps members get to know you better. Your poem will appear on the Connecting Singles Poetry page and also in a link on your profile page. Click here to post a poem »