Most Commented Prose Poems (416)

I may not ease
your aching heart ;
or take the pain away!

But the Bible says
there's One who can!

Just believe and
take HIS hand,
He will stand by you
to face the world;
And calm your fears
and make you smile!

He died for you
to set you free,
So take HIM now
for eternity!....

He's every day the same,
Jesus is His name .
He'll forgive your sin
and clean you within !

I have written about love, written about fate
I have written about war, written about hate
I have written about you, I have written about me
I have layed my heart out there for the world to see
I have bared my soul, never holding back
I have written about beauty and about my heart turning black
I have shared so much emotion, with so much depth
I have written about suicide when there was nothing left
And many years later, I write about truth
Of deception, tears, and letting go of you
I have written about dreams, and reoccurring nightmares
And many years later, they are still there
I have written about death, written about perfection
And what it is I see, when i see my reflection
A young boy with wild bewildering eyes
But like a flame doused with water, that too has died
I have learned from my mistakes, made a few more
It's like being trapped in a forever revolving door
I have put blood to pen, pen to paper
I have written about religion and forsaking the Maker
I have written with my tears falling down my cheek
I have written about being strong when I felt so weak
I have shared my fears with many, many others
But I know deep down inside, there's so much more to discover

I wish I were a robot
With full metal parts
Built with sensible forethought
Even including loving hearts

Covered in modern, stylish clothes
Hiding an inquisitive que vive form
From my head down to my toes
Creating the perfect storm

The superpowers are awesome
With only one tiny little concern
I couldn’t take any direct sun
But, that’s the only downturn

I’d be almost perfect
Precision all the way
With a run away intellect
And foul villains to slay

At work I would be unstoppable
Much to everyone’s chagrin
All my parts would be swappable
Except my heart, buried deep within

Yes, if only I were a robot
Yet, I am thinking the unthinkable
The only better idea I got
Is to be completely invisible!

I knew clearly where things were before
being older now, I'm not sure
what caused things to become so
I really do not know
folks say it's a stage
it's the last page
It is called
the old
age

Vibrations pulse with a quivering cargo
Creating a rhombic magical flow
Some days fast others slow
Tick tock to and fro
Rise up and go
 
Shadows of white light luminous glow
Dancing twangs of a staccato banjo
Precision pounding of the bongo
Sync with magenta Bordeaux
And a luscious gateau

Strength in the multitudes of resonating macro
Formed in the firm stable base of a dado
On shoulders of giants from long ago
Life’s story as an evolved bio
As above, then below

Movements ending the linear time will show
Coalesced synchronicity in blue indigo
Loving embraces of a trusted beau
Gone the past we used to know
Tick tock, we move, we go

Jade Anjoun

In the shadow of the Raj
the afternoon delight
smoking opium
reclined in the hills
with Wallace
from the company
who through the haze
winked at me
as the Thai girl
brought in the tea

Wallace knew rubber
as I knew the jungle
we had fashioned
an alliance of sorts
as men do
in arduous conditions
"My good man"
as he was wont to declare
bristling with Etonian accent
downplayed his intentions
a disingenuous disguise
his virtues being few
"there is much to be done,
the world awaits Sir"

I took the hot tea
and considered the prospect
of rubber, men and machetes

I idly moved the curtain
and through the screen
I watched
Wallace's rigid frame
retreating stoically
midship
along the village road.
Making haste for the water
he glanced disdainfully
at the unkempt girl
corralling chickens
while the clove drawing
cigarette man
eyed him suspiciously
from a hut doorway
above the river.
Is it not God's will
he murmured to himself
that I should bring
a civilizing influence
to this damned outpost
of heat and destitution.
All three before him
had yielded to the mission
all missing in action
yet the company still
believed in rubber
believed in Wallace
and the empire
upon which the sun
never sets.

Oppressive western civilization
Must assuredly wither and die
Creating a world of beauty and love
That sees with third eye

These worldly possessions become
Our burdensome prison
Shorn, the body and soul are in
Natural harmonic unison

Sailing through infinite space
On pure love as our provision
Brilliant grids of energy can be
Seen in psychic vision

Dimensions of existence and
Mental clarity free from chains
Spiritual journeys to Summerland
Traveled upon the astral planes

Wishing to break away from
Earthly realities and strife
Souls peer into mirrors viewing
Reflections of abstract life

Achieving esoteric knowledge
To hold, embrace and discern
Lessons of this life are given
In universal love to learn

Seeking to rise above mental shields
Ideological beliefs revolving
Around concepts of netherworlds
A continual eternal trek

Life passes in somber processions
Rising in scarlet crescendos
Playing through our minds as we throw
Emptiness into burning infernos

Breaking free is an act of turning away
And embracing the excitement
Discernment sees the universal elements
Of what is real in our enlightenment

Rising above the great rain shadow desert
Meeting in mid air the angelic hosts
Empowered with pure harmony
Like the oceans hug the coasts

© Jade Anjoun

Great minds talk about ideas
Average minds talk about events
Small minds talk about people

Not even in the shaky depths
Drowns a sunken bell quiet
Nor make stars that refuse to rise
When they absolutely must

Thrown into being some distant galaxy
Forms a colossal order riot
Could ever scatter love and trust
Wide and far away as star dust

For no matter how separated
We become where by it
Our paths may never cross again
Our cause be found just

Then in that minuscule moment in time
But a blink of an eye can deny it
These feeling may become little more
Then we bargained for our lust

Two completely broken lost souls
Can still unite and try it
When you think you got the world’s
Love and trust all sussed

No calamity of love doth
Destroy a pure heart’s trust