Most Commented Prose Poems (416)

Seeing deeply
Seeing through
Seeing me by
seeing you
Peer into these
orbs of oceans
deep
I close these
soul mirrors
in blissful
sleep~

A soft warm hand brushed across my heart
one cold and moonlit night,
the frost fresh in the tips of blue grey grass.

The cold and distant/ tiny points of light -
of stars that fail to bright the night
my only campanions for a long and lonely life.

A turn to face the source of the touch and a
warm glow fills my soul
It's gentle heat stirring me and bringing my heart alive.

And time races as you take me in your arms and
hold me in your mind
your love for me the only focus needed from my eyes

And yet I turn to see how your beauty
lights the world
and with open eyes see beauty shout where once was only murmur

Yet for all the beauty about me
I turn again to you
And hold you tight.

On a scale of one to ten
you might choose number
seven-
But if it's perfection
you want then ten you'll
hunt
Now there's a bit of heaven-
Eight is fine but not quite
nine and five will never do-
Three and four is just a bore
and if you're drunk you'd
settle for two-
And when the rating is done
there's only six and one
and you know that's way to low-
So add it all up on the scale
of love to see what the numbers
show~

Visions drip like ink from a pen
Where clever erudite thoughts begin
Bound In dreams of an indigotic cosmos
Held captive in the revelations written at Patmos

Among the white foam caps of a distant blue sea
Swirling within ocean’s where primordial life began
Clouded mists covering eyes that cannot see
Over distances as long as the Tien shan

Scattered thoughts occurring between reality and oblivion
Found knitted in galaxies older than years times a billion
Unspoken and forgotten like Thraco-Phygiran
Spinning words like a creative artisan

In midnight moons that light the dark
Under eternal sunsets of rubies on gold chains
Hearts call to mystics that play through our brains
Stimulating the emotions like leaves of Winter’s bark

Fantasies abide in unknown worlds unexplained
Like prophecies written in ancient quatrains
Evaporating slowly into sensual dissolution
Legacies of ink in constant evolution

Writing melodic thoughts calming our fears
As sounds of musical instruments fill waiting ears
Memories penned in love through warm purifying tears
Leaving behind soft soliloquies of written souvenirs

Lifetimes spent traveling on thoughtful ascents
Through many dimensions remaining content
Sacred processions and events proclaim
As words pour out of pens aflame

It is this world's hate we must conquer and tame
Turning disparaging ideologies deeply ingrained
Into words of life with a soul and love to remain
Shaping seeking minds with beauty and truth
Rendering a sustaining congruence
Leading to peaceful assurances
Words become love currencies
Helping emotions soothe

How amazing it is to read between the lines of every act of care , to see if it be genuine, done without expecting anything in return or done with an intent up the sleeve.
How often does a person who lends a helping hand accept verbal thanks as sufficient gratitude and not expect licking of boots as a preferable reward?
How often do orphans receive gifts ananymously without an offer for cheap adoption in compensation?
Is it still true that a cheerful giver is virtuous?
How often do the destitute, the schizophrenic, mongols,the aged-and-seat ridden, the lame, etc get justice?
How often is the speechless selflessly adjudicated for?
How often is the blind led pass a bumpy crossroad without a spite?
How often is that haggard beggar taken off the street, out of the ruins into a home with no strings attached?
But every so often, so often indeed that, if by a twist of fate that beggar turns gorgeous, and begins to wine and dine with the powers that be, a flurry display of praise- singing and showy acts of care and tenderness comes knocking at the door that i cannot help, dare to ask:
Where is true love?
True love, where are you?

The evening sun sets the sky ablaze. It peeks between the trees and speckles the ground with shifting patches of orange light. The forest ebbs and flows with the swaying of the trees.

Bluejay swims in with a cool gust, searching for a place to rest for the night. He comes to a clearing with a shimmering lake, where silver fish soar among the stars that wink at their reflection in the sky.

On the far side of the lake stands the lonely Willow. Her verdant hair dances in the breeze and beckons to Bluejay. He happily flits down to perch on one of her twisted branches. The moon smiles upon them, and provides a gentle, comforting glow as they drift off into sweet slumber together.

With a broken heart I say to you
You will remain with me in spirit in whatever I do
I wish that I had the chance to say goodbye
But I hope that your soul is floating in the heavenly sky
To protect and guide me
To open my eyes and let me see
That life is too short
Holding grudges and bad feelings we should abort
We must extend our hand to those we love
Knowing that saying sorry is tough
But it will open hearts for forgiveness
And clear from our lives sadness
I hope that you will hear me calling your name
Saying that without you, life will never be the same
We didn’t often connect but I always loved you
Regardless of what you had to do
Please, forgive me if I ever hurt your feeling
While with trivial issues we were dealing

What makes you smile
Really tickles you inside
Tingles your heart
Giving emotions a start
Someone that is far away
Or someone meant to stay

Smiles produce a vast array
Causing us to sway, even pray
Like child’s play we give way
To the beauty a smile can express
There’s nothing better or the best

Smiles, fertile and worthwhile
Very different and so versatile
Softly innocent and tender
Emotions meant to engender
Hoping to invoke splendor
Sent by unknown sender
Until we surrender

Under the spell of a smile
Hoping for love worthwhile
Smiles they could beguile
Sometimes once in awhile
Take on a unique style

Can smiles really be felt
Over seas and long miles
Causing our hearts to melt
Sending much love to many
Until frowns there aren’t any

Go ahead and smile today
Feel a smile come your way
Imagine love and don’t dismay
Smiles chase your blues away
Smiles are not just cliché’
Friend, smiles are here to stay

I come from nest on ridge top high,
I speak with such a shrill cry,
And soar out into the blue sky,
To search with a sharp eye.

For thirty miles I fly around,
Or float like in a dream,
Past woods and fields; all common ground,
Follow a river upstream.

Till last my flight is now complete,
When my prey comes in my sight,
A banquet of fresh blood and meat,
Meet my talons I will smite.

I cry out fear before I plunge,
For panic is my good friend,
At last I swoop my wings and lunge,
For death comes quick in the end.

With strong curved beak I snap and tear,
Ripping clean through fur and hide,
The still throbbing heart of the hare,
Staring up with its eyes wide.

And here and there a muffled moan,
Such a whimpering poor soul,
A raptor by its fierceness known,
Only hunger to console.

Even though I've lived through my own lot ...
Tried, loved ... and lost several times,
though broken down ... but irreparably not ...

And yet , it amazes me still ,
at this my age ...
Seeing your pectorals wiggle,
my eyes just can't disengage ...
Can't help but let out some involuntary giggle
like I would have done
when I was decades younger and single ...

Still, I'm glad there remains
a bit of that girlish naivity that shows ...
Not hardened and embittered,
but can still with candidness
curl up my toes ...

Perhaps it contributes
to not really looking my age,
who knows ...?
I'm just somewhat glad I can laugh silly
and not worried that it shows ....