Most Commented Prose Poems (416)

It may be measured by an inch
Or measured by a mile
The amount we can put up with
Will not always make you smile
I hate my shortcoming such
They always make me feel sore
But what really irks me as much
Is when I hate someone else’s more

Hated for virtue steady
Upheld faith rarely knew
His world wasn’t ready
For His love shining through
The taunts and heavy lashes felled
The accusations all untrue
Senseless, unjust mob swelled
Every punch and slur they threw
‘Jesus’ was heard.

One thing opens an expanding mind
Tiniest little dove wings you will find
Season of promise season of joy
Each blossom becomes a decoy

Trapped by their dazzling brilliance
Peaceful does practice resilience
Lured into each others tranquility
Breathing deep the odor of fertility

One more thing to love each day
Sun rays shining and showing the way
Even briefly as the rains drag past
These moment of contentment last

Now such that I search in life
Not mired down by all its strife
Held captive by your beautiful grace
Tens of thousands filling my space

If all I need to surrender is my will
Be basked in the beauty you distill
I will not try and leave till when
Only when my heart is filled again

Such a ruckus of noise and tiny wings
Birds and bees and blossoms brings
From the nectar of trees so adorn
The sweet substance of life is born

My face shines with candid mirth
Pleasurable as my mind give birth
How rich a square of mosaic tile
You paint upon my face a smile

It is because I get such pleasure
When life gives me a rule to measure
My joyfulness needs not a disguise
Sitting under cherry blossom skies

The machines lined the labyrinth in rows
Lights, colors and animations all posed
In endless arrays of enticing sounds
Like children on turning merry-go-rounds

Some people can barely walk or breathe
Still coming in and taking seats beneath
The neon altars of chance, money and vice
All gathered together like a nest of mice

The draw of the elusions and a sum to win
Keeping the people in a polarized spin
Roundabouts in sheer tidal waves of hope
Not aware they are on a slippery slope

Participating for points to keep a status
In the all encompassing apparatus
Designed to become your new home
From its shadows you will not roam

Perceived as a beacon of true light
Serving the lonely slaves by night
Souls the darkest demons possess
Each slap of the buttons causing stress

Endless sounds of screams and elations
Winning money to calm the agitations
Still they file in like going to church
On a never-ending quest and search

Looking for the missing links in their life
Placating the unbearable internal strife
Never looking up, never seeing the above
Their misery resides in a lack of true love


© Jade Anjoun

The little glow that remains
Dances warm in my heart
Far from the fire hence it came
Such as only love maintains
Ignited from the start
Caught in the light of the flame
Slowly over time help explains
Celestial stars to chart
Becoming one and the same
Spiraling across many domains
Never to come apart
Straight and true as Cupid’s aim

(c) Yankee4you 2017

I stand by your side and think how it begun
Look up to the sky and see moon chasing the sun
Watching the clouds hide behind evening haze
To the song of the lark that is singing your praise.


We were both childhood sweethearts we were so young
Yet we both did not realise that our paths had begun
And though we were children and only played games
A love would start growing and would be fanned by the flames.


And as we grew older I remember that first kiss
It gave a redemption encompassed in bliss
That embrace fought a battle and took away fear
And my lips kissed your eye to taste that sweet tear.


Then one day they called me and said I must fight
To leave all my family and defend what is right
With only a picture they took me away
Not knowing that I would return back one day.


Many years passed and I wrote to you
Telling you what I thought you must do
I told you to forget me and not be my bride
As the sounds of the battle took away what was inside.


Yet a pledge that you made and you waited for me
And wound I encountered sent me back free
I promise I’d remain with you for the rest of life
And the very next month I took you as wife.


Three children we had and one child we lost
In another great war that we paid with a cost
The years kept on passing and age came to stay
But the love that we had never faded away.


Then time took its toll of which we are a slave
Now I’m here standing by the edge of your grave
And I think back the memories of that which were ours
As I kneel down beside you to lay down these flowers.


I know that my journey will not be to long
Which is why every day I sing you this song?
For one day we’ll meet and in our arms will remain
And to kiss the sweet tear once more again.

Listen to the church bells ring
In the tower by the town's square
Just listen to the joy they bring
The familiar hymns make all aware
When all the earth shall sing
To the love of dear God we share

When you ring to tell us time
As we wait we all will find
Our ears will count each chime
Subconsciously in our mind
The hours of each day sublime
Getting through our daily grind

Through the seasons we shall pass
Be comfort and content that will last
Resonating from bronze or brass
Ring mementos from our past
Children playing on the grass
Parents working by contrast

Whatever were doing seems to halt
When the mighty bells ring out
We will stop and listen by default
And wait for time to bring about
Each precious moment we exalt
Those great bells we never doubt

..it was the vision that beset him
of pure turquoise and sand
the scent of wildflowers along the bay
O! but what wretched destiny had bound him
to these rocks and crevices
to abide with the carrion and larch along the timberline

Yet the vision held
held in the crucible of his existence
And he prayed for merciful deliverance
deliverance under the white tin sky..

In the stillness of my decay
What is left of yesterday
Things that won’t fade away
The last of those sunny days
Turning slowly into grey

In the night of my loneliness
Moonlight shares a sweet caress
Once was life is emptiness
The nest in the meadow cress
Empty now and in distress

In the gloom of a dreary day
In the drench of soaking spray
Puddles my thoughts in clay
The lake that surrounds the quay
Solemn I am its tranquil bay

In the silence of the past
A question I could have asked
A memory that also passed
But one I still holdfast
One that will always last

In the stillness of my decay
What is left of yesterday
Things that won’t fade away
The last of those sunny days
Turning slowly into grey

Perhaps I can sit
And send all my secrets to you
Think of your face
Hope all of those signals get through

Well I wrote on the water
But my words just clung to the shore
The ripples just echoed with laughter
And I wrote no more

How times have changed
But still nothing has changed after all
Time is a healer
But will always leave the wounds sore

I melted the ice
And my reasons started to flow
But when I had turned you had gone
They had nowhere to go

With glass held in hand
I sip wine from those bygone days
The bottle is empty
Now all I can see is a haze

I think of those ripples
And wonder if they have a home
Or do they just wait
To see all my words sink like a stone

Perhaps I should place
All these things I say in a boat
And build it with memories
In the hope that my words stay afloat

Attaching a message
So perhaps it might find its way
Then I’ll wait by the shore
For a reply that may come back one day