Most Commented Prose Poems (416)

I just read your e-mails. I respect you Devon, and I respect your decision. You asked for forgiveness. Darling of course I forgive you, I love you, and that will never change. You say you must release me, fine. But do so with the knowledge that sometimes when you put an unfinished book down for a time, when you pick it back up you can start in again without having to reread the previous chapters. What I'm saying is, for me, personally, this isn't truly the end of us, or at least it doesn't have to be. Perhaps right now in this time of our lives, things have shifted and the fire has cooled. But raging infernos have been started from tiny embers long after it was thought that the fire was completely dead. Baby if you want me out of your life, I have to respect that. However, I would never want for us to completely cut all ties, as I still haven't completely given up hope. I dunno if any of this makes sense. Look long story short, I love you, and I always will, no matter what. Truth.

he was alone at seven years of age
It was the turning of the first page
of her life as she marched into battle without a clan."
Even though Mon was at hand
.it was a time of the best to come,
when the worst was expected

Inside the orphanage it was a twenty minute
Wait for a one Sister Elizabeth.
She approached the sliding doors, opening them to catch first glimpse of this Sister Elizabeth

The sister's approach was as a symphony
Written for the tears of frightened children,
Her steps bouncy like a rubber ball bouncing
In a schoolyard where only laughter could be heard.
And rosary beads rustled in a thousand yards of cloth,
Stiff underskirts swishing with each step,
Joining in the rhythm leading to the crescendo,
Her appearance

Bobbie thought she might have glimpsed
A quick glance at her "Clan"
She was a chunky little nun, with a smile,
That said she had spent much tim around Bobbie's lilacs.

When Bobbie entered the orphanage she walked a small path,
taking her past two trees filled with white and purple Lilacs.
She got a whiff That had immediately set a smile on her face
She caught their scent before she stepped foot on their path.



It was a glorious scent and distributed all kinds of happiness.
As did The presents of Sister Elizabeth.
she knew about the Lilacs all right. This woman was
Right where she wanted to be.

Christmas is mere days away
and I've yet to write my list
so I had better get it done right now
or my chimney will be missed

Santa's sleigh will pass right by
not stopping on my roof
an empty space under the tree
will be considered proof

He will not drink his eggnog
or bite into mince pie
the carrots will be left untouched
while I will surely cry

So pen it is to paper
a bike and a dog wrote down
and then something for dressing up
the costume of a clown

I won't put socks and hankies
or any type of clothes
there is no need to write them down
as he always brings me those

Some puzzles, and a good book
and a tangerine of course
while right there at the top of list
I think I'll put a horse

Merry Christmas

I looked at you once or twice
but you never met my gaze
I'm far too shy
to say 'hi'...

I saw you in Tesco last week
but came over feeling all weak
too meek...
and mild...

It just takes me time to kick in...
Is that really so much of a sin?
to begin...
...slowly?

I have a sense of humour you know?
It just takes a while to show.
and when it does...
...well

So I'm sorry we didn't kick it off
get past shy and I'm quite a laugh
But no, not today
walk away...

Can a year in your life a difference make....Is it the same as to throw a stone in the lake....The ripples spread out it would seem never ending...Or is this just another year pending....What would i want the the difference to be.....Perhaps solve every problem for me....But it could also be the end of the end....And drive me round the bend......To old for change no years difference do i need...Only if the difference would mean our world we could feed...But as usual when we humans are put to the test....Its not the difference but the indifference where we fail the test........jw

I would like to clarify that, while you may wreak havoc on my body, and maybe even confuse my mind -- you cannot have my heart or my soul. You cannot have my faith, my hope, or my love. Even with all the challenges that you throw my way … the anxiety … fear ... frustration … there are good things that you have given me … things I never could have experienced had you not come to possess my body.

You have given me a strengthened spiritual life and increased inner strength … new and renewed friendships with strong, close, true friends … a new found appreciation for every precious moment I am given …a gift that is sometimes lost on the "healthy" … growth in character, perseverance, and hope … you have inspired me to want to help others … given me more compassion for others who are suffering … a better knowledge of my own body & health … a reason to eat more nutritiously and take care of myself…and reasons to rest when I need it.

You see, my lifelong companion … you will not find me an agreeable host. I will fight you, I will not give up. On bad days … I will take care of myself. On the good days … I will take advantage of every precious moment. You have thrown some obstacles in my life's journey, but I will go over them, around them or through them, no matter what it takes. In fact, while I am overcoming them, I will stop for a moment to reflect upon the mountain I am climbing, plant a few seeds and experience the moment … then continue on .. I will learn and grow from this encounter and help others who are struggling.

You cannot beat me … you will not bring me down … unless I allow you to … and thanks to you … I am stronger and wiser than that … so my friend it will never happen … I will be as miserable to you … as you are to me … I will be more stubborn than you … I will be more resilient than you … I am a winner … for this I thank you

The policeman is the strongest man in the world
As he can hold up all the traffic with just one hand
But there is a serious side to the policeman,
A protector of the innocent, a man who will risk his life
For anyone, no matter what walk of life,
Fearless of the ever present danger surrounding him,
He is often shunned by the public,
Underestimated by criminals and accused of corruption,
But is never given the credit he rightly deserves.
People should take a better view about this unsung hero
Of our times, the policeman.

I leave these few lines
for you to complete
Whether you're swimming
in wealth or living on
the street
Only you hold the key
to your hearts sweet
chime
Only you can write the
words to your souls true
rhyme
So here is your story..x..
the one..x..you'll write
..x...Christmas eve..x..
and..x..special night~

I had four hairs
left on my head
When I awoke, three
were dead
Now all that remains
is one lil' strand
fighting for life
trying to stand
I had no choice but
to nurse this hair
combing every which
way to give it some
flair
But alas, it too had
laid down and died
Leaving me a shiney
new head with nothing
to hide~

I keep seeing you
far away
the distance always
grows and yet
my thoughts
still seek
your fleeting
face
whispering
I know you
why must I
seek that
cannot have a
rose is sweeter
than a tear
that slips
between the arms
of time
that follows loves
surrender naught but
memories inside
a book
a jewelry box
within my heart
the gem
my heart
in meek display
cries out
for one
who knows
my name.