Newest Prose Poems (416)

I am the son of fishermen,
Gnarl-fisted men of the sea,
Who throw their garbage overboard
And stand on the poop to pee.

I am descended of fishermen,
Who lie in the merciless deep;
Could be that they fell overboard
While drunk or half-asleep.

I am no more a fisherman,
They took my boat away!
They think the world is safer- HA!
I bought a plane today!

The Fallen, by gsmonks

"Stand your ground!" their leader thundered,
As they bled in foreign land.
"Give your all, or Freedom's sundered!
"To the last we'll make our stand!"

Eerily the with doth sigh, now,
Through the grass upon the plain;
In their quiet graves they lie now,
Sullen is the falling rain.

Small, the child is, bright sou'westered,
In her hand a wilted flower;
Gone, her father's presence shielding,
There's no solace for this hour.

Still, the air, like angels list'ning,
Nor to speak, nor for to breathe,
Waiting vainly for an answer,
Yet no Word doth He bequeath.

Wordlessly the stricken girl-child
Takes her mother's nerveless hand.
Soon these flowers have departed,
Victims of this fallen land.

There is an old story and it's likely not true, but I am still going to share it with you.

You see the old story went that if you wanted to catch yourself a little birdie, and I know that this is probably going to sound pretty nerdy, but they showed you could sneak up behind him before he could bail, and if you were quick enough pour salt on his tail.

The salt did something to him and he would not be able to fly, believe me to the cupboard I went to grab a shaker and give this a try. Oh I tried for more than one summer, but I could never get close enough to a bird and so it was a real bummer.

Then one day I realized it was just a silly cartoon, well believe me I felt like a bit of a loon. I did stop trying to sneak up on birds and their tails, but the metaphor reminds me of how my life sometimes derails.

Problems we have can feel like that salt on our own behind, keeping us down and weighing heavy on our mind, but salt can't stop a birdie from flying, same as my problems can't stop me if I just keep on trying.

Don't be like me and chase after birds salt shaker in hand, the fact of it is you will never leave land, fly like a bird is another metaphor not real, for humans can't fly so we just have to deal.

Dealing with the everyday stuff, believe me I know that road can be rough, watch out for your derriere is what I always say, don't let a birdie put salt on your tail, no way.

It's just a poem but it has real meaning, stay true to yourself is where this one is leaning. The problems we face are like salt in our shakers, life has it's givers and definitely it's takers.

Do what you have to, to keep your behind free and be hasty, of the little white grains that can make some food more tasty, but salt of this life can ruin something good, how much you use be careful you should.

I know this all started by me watching television a long time ago, but the meaning is here and it's something you should know. Life and the things that are thrown right in our faces, are just the everyday things that happen in all the places.

Next time you think you have it the worst, think of this poem and let the laughter just burst, imagine a kid with a shaker in hand, running around on his parents own land. Looking for birds to shake on their tails, the grains of the earth, now those ships have sailed.

Don't let this poem stop you from trying, if I see this myself I will laugh until I am crying. Not laughing at you or your task at the time, just laughing my butt off thinking about this rhyme.

So a cartoon inspired the words written here, no more salt on my tail, at least not this year. I am going to try like the wind blows, to take all my problems and send them a rose.

I figure it like this at times when I am stressing, the salt on my past tail was merely a blessing, you see at least I still have a tail to watch out for, it's lucky for me since that thing has been chewed just about right off before.

This was a capitalist approach when I entered into you
Forcefully like a beast with a passion and bow
I know you were enjoying that
I know you got the pleasure
I enter into you like Julius Seizure.

You were screaming like a baby in the cradle
You were crying like a child
You were laughing,you were mild.

This was a capitalist approach,I entered into you
You know capitalism is the rule of thieves
You might be stolen,you might be scattered like the leaves.

what are you thinking? Please scream
I want to enter you like a dream

It is a murky evening;gloomy and dark;the sky is scattered-broken like a mirror.
Dear,please don't go out.Outside wanderer the demons,their eyes are glowing and flaring.A storm is rising up in the river,you see dear.
You see dear that I love you and I don't want to let you go
Outside amongst the evil-signs.You don't know dear,it's abstruse-the dusk is profound.
Look look dear somebody is knocking at the door-it must be some evil
Hush!please don't utter;keep your head on my chest.
Lye here.
Monsters are crawling up.The crazy-wind is knocking.
Adamant is it to realize
Please dear,don't go.Lye here.I am with you.
Dear they want to snap you up with their axe-like-teeth
you are so acute I know you understand
Don't be flattered by them.
Outside in the zephyr an evil is growing up
Dear,please,don't go out

Bangladesh- a name
Bangladesh-a darling piece of poetry
Bangladesh-a loving mom
Caressing her all children
From dawn to dusk.

And now tears rolling down on her chick
Flaring like the dew on tender grass
As Pakistan army murdered
3000000 people
In a genocide.


Oh my mother Bangladesh-a piece of poetry!
please be appeased
we are here to remember your martyr-child
And pay homage to their unspoken souls.

You can imagine me a phantom hanging in the shadows
you can imagine me a vehicle with disabled parts
you can imagine me the sun that's rays is scattered
you can imagine me a lonely wanderer
surfing the mankind
From behind,
Being blind.

So this
is what
it's like
to be
in love
......
It's some
pow'rful
stuff. I
don't think
I can
take it
much more.
The fluct
ua
ting cy
cle of
emo
tions. They
take their
toll on
my ver
ry soul.
......
Without
you, I
can do
nothing
cause all
I can
think of
is you.
Your warmth,
your heart,
your smile,
your face,
even
your kind
gentle
embrace.
......
What once
only
was mere
flirta
tion now
designs
my sub
juga
tion. My
heart now
beats, not
"lub" or
"dub" but
now has
taken
up your
name. "My
love, my
love" drum
ming forth
from my
own chest.
"My love,
my love,
I need
my love."

From a very early morning I am walking and running through the mist.It was a mystery,dew usurped me.Cold of fragrance took me aside.I was wet and water,golden water,took me to the deep of my meditation.The flowers were nodding heads in the air.Childrens were playing.Ah!Childhood,golden Childhood,where are u-I need you now,in this terrible time,in this time when people are apart from each other,everyone turned into each others enemy;I need you.I was meditating.Childhood you came and went away.Sands are scattered about,floating in the dusty air.I am feeling you my river.Oh river!my austere golden fiery river-I miss you,miss you forever.I am now in complete darkness.Nobody is around.The city is sleepy,I think it became dead long ago;only the ashes remains.It is breathing with thousands of deads.Fleshes are burning and galvanizing.Darkness wrapped the city.One is grasping others skinny flesh.Its a dark city.I am in complete meditation.
The children from future,be aware;this night will give you nothing
You all will be in complete darkness.you will be born in darkness;gloomy air will be your oxygen.The poetry will go away.You never will know about poetry,about beauty,about the chirping of the bird,about a dewy morning,about a fiery noon of midsummer.I am in meditation.Be aware.This world is full of curves.

From a very early morning I am walking and running through the mist.It was a mystery,dew usurped me.Cold of fragrance took me aside.I was wet and water,golden water,took me to the deep of my meditation.The flowers were nodding heads in the air.Childrens were playing.Ah!Childhood,golden Childhood,where are u-I need you now,in this terrible time,in this time when people are apart from each other,everyone turned into each others enemy;I need you.I was meditating.Childhood you came and went away.Sands are scattered about,floating in the dusty air.I am feeling you my river.Oh river!my austere golden fiery river-I miss you,miss you forever.I am now in complete darkness.Nobody is around.The city is sleepy,I think it became dead long ago;only the ashes remains.It is breathing with thousands of deads.Fleshes are burning and galvanizing.Darkness wrapped the city.One is grasping others skinny flesh.Its a dark city.I am in complete meditation.
The children from future,be aware;this night will give you nothing
You all will be in complete darkness.you will be born in darkness;gloomy air will be your oxygen.The poetry will go away.You never will know about poetry,about beauty,about the chirping of the bird,about a dewy morning,about a fiery noon of midsummer.I am in meditation.Be aware.This world is full of curves.