Most Commented Prose Poems (416)

So lonely in this place
If you were with me now
My fingers would softly trace
The lines upon your face
And without further adieu
I would reach to touch you
Stirring soft feelings anew

What is it about being lonely
That makes me yearn for you only
It’s a reckless panacea of fantasies
Provoked by lying naked on my bed
While thoughts of you pound in my head
I can never make you love me
That truth is plain to see

Demanding from me is a mistake
It only makes my heart ache
And when push comes to shove
Sends me seeking my true love
I’ll find what I am looking for
Someone who let's love soar

You just use me up
Like a throw away cup
I’m finally done this time
Not returning to the crime
You’re like a thief in the night
Not doing what is right
You love taking what I freely give
As a taker that is how you live

What is your heart for?
Is your spirit rich or poor?
I need to stop washing up on shore
Focus on seeking real true amour
Beyond this reality and more

When you leave again you should know
This isn’t a revolving door anymore
I have to let you go right now
I just wish I knew how
To finally start the learning
And stop this incessant yearning
This I promise myself to do
Without you

When I first saw your radient
smile my heart melted like
butter
But you had a boyfriend then
and he was your only lover
Your brunette hair sculpted
down your cheek..you seemed
a princess to me
But to hold you in passions
embrace was never meant to be
The months rolled on and I
watched you walk from your
car to your house
I lay in bed with a terrible
dread but grieved like a lonely
mouse
You found another abuser though
good looking he was
Oh, how the pain ripped me night
and day as I dreamed of your
sweet love
In the mornings you'd smile and
wave as I drove off to work
Yet my broken heart took years
to heal knowing you actually
married that jerk~

Mondays rose I left on
your doorstep hoping to
make you smile
The white rose of Tuesday
I pinned to your blouse for
purity in times of trial
Wednesdays black rose tokened
warning for ominous skys so
bleak
Thursdays yellow peddles were
for the love we dearly seek
Fridays blue rose is your
phoenix rising again
Saturdays pink rose is for
love we need to mend
And Sundays rose of eclectic
colours merge all the roses
by fire..
Yes, it's Sundays rose refining
the heart..a rose that can soar
no higher~

The horizon beams an SOS
The oceans beckon a satin
dress
Sail accross these waters
to a distant land
There's only sky and water
between your man
The ship is at anchor at
the lighthouse dock
Quickly now chimes love's
sweet clock!
Sail fair maiden in dream
boat flight
On bended knee awaits your
gallant knight!~

15 cents a day and
no bathroom breaks
Yes, we wanna be
your slaves
Please grind us into
the dust of the earth
til our dying day
Crack that whip accross
our backs
We'll work from dusk
til dawn
We'll even eat those
nasty slugs that slither
accross your lawn
Sure, we're just women,
but what is that to you?
You're to busy writin'
that list of extra chores
to do
While your out with your
buddies and we're bogged
down with work
Us ladies in the office
elected you Super Jerk!
You're pathetic ego will
never accept we're every
bit your equal
Perhaps our red high heels
accross your back would be
a fitting sequel
That fistful of change you
flick at our feet may help
you sleep at night
But your wake-up call has
just struck twelve and you're
in for a hell of a fight!

If I could love you
more I'd steal the
morning star..
And on every mountain
have I climbed to seek
you from afar..
When I reach down into
your crying heart I turn
your night to day..
And when your trembling
knees are to weak to stand
I chase your fears away..
'Oh, yes, my love! I treasure
you more than the finest choice
of gold..
I breathe on you my sweetest
love such as never can be
told..
Though you see me not I'm
holding you up though my
spirit from above..
And every twinkling star
that smiles on you can
never match my love~

The sky was blue today and temp in the sixties
Zipping around town with the sunroof open
Designer shades on, feeling cool doing what I please
Dropped the son at work and in my own zen
Got my palm tree, Hawaiian....see I'm cool shirt on
A Beatles cd in playing " Love,love me do!"
Now you gotta admit that's cool....oh come on!
Picked up coffee at the local drive-thru
What a great day to be alive

Music gives me peace within
Sun gives me a shot of melatonin
Coffee gives me my caffein
The V6...adrenaline that I need
Money in my blue denim jeans
Blink and you're where I've just been

Moms and prams, teenagers,and taxis everywhere
Crest a hill and I can see for twenty miles
Red, orange and yellow pastels as I try not to stare
Leaves starting to turn as I start to smile
Wind in my hair....yah I gotta get a haircut!
I remember I gotta put my Green Day cd on
Cause i'm a rebel....not just half crazy
Life's great on a day like this....out in the sun
Maybe I'll stop for a cone or a six pack of wobbly pop
What a great day to be alive

Music gives me peace within
Sun gives me a shot of melatonin
Coffee gives me my caffein
The V6...adrenaline that I need
Money in my blue denim jeans
Blink and you're where I've just been

Yep on day's like this I want to live forever........
I inhale a breath of fresh air and the scent of pine
And then a lingering hint of bbq smoke
I turn the corner and head Westward into the bright setting sun
I stomp the peddle and the car kicks up some dirt from the road
Slides a bit and then catapults me forward
The cool air from the sunroof catches my oh too long hair
And rustles it against my ears
As I toe tap to Green Day singing "television dreams of tomorrow"
And head into the setting sun shimmering oh so bright
I disappear smiling into the abyss of solar light
I feel in tune with nature .......and somehow Content

Music gives me peace within
Sunshine gives me melatonin
Coffee gives me my caffein
The V6...adrenaline that I need
Money in my blue denim jeans
Blink and now I can't be seen!

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’ve tried so many times so far
To make a good impression
But every time I write something
It leads me to depression

I never know just what to say
To start the conversation
Now I’m stuck inside my head
My thoughts are in stagnation

A single message I’ve not sent
No contacts have been made
I have no idea what to put
This could be a lost crusade

Never did I doubt you,in your words I felt secure. Till that first time I felt dishonesty..as you walked right out the door.

It happened a few times again,and I thought it was just me..Till I came out side to find you..you were hiding something from me.

In shock I asked whats going on, and you admitted to me your vice.You lied about a trivial thing..and that's was not too wise.

You see I am a smart one, and lies from men are nothing new..but in you I put my trust, and that was hard to do.

Now you were so good at story telling, that now I question everything you say..Damn you for hurting us..in that awful ugly way.

You get mad each time I ask you in that way that says "yeah right"
But have you ever wondered why you ever lied to me that night?

Words they can do two things, bring joy or bring much pain..and the sad thing is that I don't think I can.in you trust that way again.

I wish I never caught you so To me you still could be,that great guy I thought you were before you lied to me.

Now I have this heaviness that rests upon my heart,I have never lied to you..now it's tearing us apart.

I pray we can get past this, and we can forgive ..forget. I was really hoping this time would not be built upon regrets.

I thought I'd always be alone
back when I built this house of stone;
It was a still and empty place,
my life dragged at a weary pace:

A fateful urge came over me
to plant a sapling apple-tree;
My thought 'twas then to mark its climb;
a living thing to measure time:

For six long years that tree did grow
and ne'er did a blossom show,
But on the seventh, to the day,
blossoms opened early May:

'Twas then my love came passing by,
delighted with my tree, and I;
A year soon passed, then YOU were born,
one sunny, happy, hope-filled morn':

I thought I'd never be alone
as laughter filled this house of stone;
It was a happy, lively place,
where dwelt your eager, elfin face:

And every year the apple tree
grew hale and strong and fair to see;
We marked the time by harvests red;
with ropes and swings in branches spread:

For eighteen years that great tree grew,
and you, my dear child, so did you;
No more that happy child one day;
a woman now . . .

And gone away.

My wife untimely died last year;
my heart aches for her presence, dear;
A sight I can not bear to see
is that of our old apple tree.

The back yard's quite dishevelled now,
the old tree sags each weary bough;
Still marking time as e'er before
as though it could wait evermore . . .

I thought I'd end my days alone
inside this empty house of stone;
Until one eve in early May,
I heard your voice . . . raised in dismay!

'Twas then you came to live with me
and brought your brand-new family;
A bright-eyed, sunny, little elf,
the spitting image of yourself!

My time grows short, I can't walk far,
but seated `neath the apple tree,
I'll watch your daughter for a while,
I'll tarry with her for a while;

What joy to see your mother's smile,
if only for a little while . . .
In one so sweet as she
beneath our dear old apple tree.