Most Commented Prose Poems (416)

In the twilight hour
two shadows emerge
treading the evening sea shore.
Smiles brighter than silver dollars,
barefoot arm and arm.
Laugher echoing across
the blue velvet sky.
Dancing the night away,
unclothed, merging as one.
Romancing beneath the stars,
soft cheeks caressing,
with eyes glittering
like crystal chandelier.

You always helped me with all my troubles
and i'd do the same for you
when i said no one cared about me
you'd say you do
you stopped me from hurting myself
and ending my life
you came to my rescue
and put down the knife
you told me you would be nothing
if I wasn't there
those words showed me
you really cared
but there's another secret
that killing my soul
one that made me realize
you made me whole
it's that i love you
and even though were friends
i would always love you
until the end
I hope that one day
maybe you'll love me too
and I'll be waiting for that day to come
and you'll say I love you

That place that brings the smiles and the bright and shiney thoughts of yes,today is a good place to start.

A place of que sera sera, because it's going to happen anyway, so, go with the flow and forget about fighting it.Deal with that sh*t as and when.

That perspective of seeing all that is good and positive in all, no matter how much it tries to darken your rainbow-filled day...Ooooh, and it will try.

The refusal to play the games and to accept the plots to darken your day with the black mass of adversity within those, intent on making today a lonely place for themselves.

A filling of your waking hours with the people and places that make your inner glow shine through, and you feel ok about being you, because today you see why others are drawn to your side.

A journey embarked upon, with the excitement of where your light could lead you. What opportunities today's confidence could invoke.

A place of the bold...the believers.

A Home of all that should be embraced, because tomorrow could leave you crestfallen, as many of your yesterdays have.

A day of endless possibilities and potentials, to be clutched tightly to you.

Before you are whisked away to the land of the hidden, the unseen, the insecure.

Because this Happy Place is here....now....today.

So, journey forth,it's guiding light could fade into the shadows, sometime soon.

And without realising it you are alone in the dark...once again!

there's a chilling scream
in the dead of the night
and something shuffling
just out of sight
deep in the woods
something starts to growl
and as the moon rises
something starts to howl

the creatures come out
for a big ol bash
c'mon guys and ghouls
its a monster mash

so roll, monster, roll
rock and roll, monster roll

There is an old story and it's likely not true, but I am still going to share it with you.

You see the old story went that if you wanted to catch yourself a little birdie, and I know that this is probably going to sound pretty nerdy, but they showed you could sneak up behind him before he could bail, and if you were quick enough pour salt on his tail.

The salt did something to him and he would not be able to fly, believe me to the cupboard I went to grab a shaker and give this a try. Oh I tried for more than one summer, but I could never get close enough to a bird and so it was a real bummer.

Then one day I realized it was just a silly cartoon, well believe me I felt like a bit of a loon. I did stop trying to sneak up on birds and their tails, but the metaphor reminds me of how my life sometimes derails.

Problems we have can feel like that salt on our own behind, keeping us down and weighing heavy on our mind, but salt can't stop a birdie from flying, same as my problems can't stop me if I just keep on trying.

Don't be like me and chase after birds salt shaker in hand, the fact of it is you will never leave land, fly like a bird is another metaphor not real, for humans can't fly so we just have to deal.

Dealing with the everyday stuff, believe me I know that road can be rough, watch out for your derriere is what I always say, don't let a birdie put salt on your tail, no way.

It's just a poem but it has real meaning, stay true to yourself is where this one is leaning. The problems we face are like salt in our shakers, life has it's givers and definitely it's takers.

Do what you have to, to keep your behind free and be hasty, of the little white grains that can make some food more tasty, but salt of this life can ruin something good, how much you use be careful you should.

I know this all started by me watching television a long time ago, but the meaning is here and it's something you should know. Life and the things that are thrown right in our faces, are just the everyday things that happen in all the places.

Next time you think you have it the worst, think of this poem and let the laughter just burst, imagine a kid with a shaker in hand, running around on his parents own land. Looking for birds to shake on their tails, the grains of the earth, now those ships have sailed.

Don't let this poem stop you from trying, if I see this myself I will laugh until I am crying. Not laughing at you or your task at the time, just laughing my butt off thinking about this rhyme.

So a cartoon inspired the words written here, no more salt on my tail, at least not this year. I am going to try like the wind blows, to take all my problems and send them a rose.

I figure it like this at times when I am stressing, the salt on my past tail was merely a blessing, you see at least I still have a tail to watch out for, it's lucky for me since that thing has been chewed just about right off before.

The Fallen, by gsmonks

"Stand your ground!" their leader thundered,
As they bled in foreign land.
"Give your all, or Freedom's sundered!
"To the last we'll make our stand!"

Eerily the with doth sigh, now,
Through the grass upon the plain;
In their quiet graves they lie now,
Sullen is the falling rain.

Small, the child is, bright sou'westered,
In her hand a wilted flower;
Gone, her father's presence shielding,
There's no solace for this hour.

Still, the air, like angels list'ning,
Nor to speak, nor for to breathe,
Waiting vainly for an answer,
Yet no Word doth He bequeath.

Wordlessly the stricken girl-child
Takes her mother's nerveless hand.
Soon these flowers have departed,
Victims of this fallen land.

I am the son of fishermen,
Gnarl-fisted men of the sea,
Who throw their garbage overboard
And stand on the poop to pee.

I am descended of fishermen,
Who lie in the merciless deep;
Could be that they fell overboard
While drunk or half-asleep.

I am no more a fisherman,
They took my boat away!
They think the world is safer- HA!
I bought a plane today!

a parody of Charles Lutwidge Dodgeson's (Lewis Carroll's) Jabberwocky

'Twas mid-day, and the Chinese wok
Did beckon from the store display;
Alluring was its nickel-sheen:
It was on sale today!

Beware the stir-fry world my son!
The oil that smokes and catches fire;
Beware the chicken breast that burns,
You are no chef for hire!

He heedless bought the deadly thing,
Long time the odd utensil sought;
And purchased, he, from a grocery,
Needed Szechuan stuff, new bought.

And as he fired his stove of gas,
The wok with smoke and tongues of flame
Did roar to life like some dread beast;
Hell on this Earth its name!

Braise one, blanch two, we're almost through,
His new chef's knife went "snicker-snack!"
With fresh-made bread, fire out, wok dead,
He kicked a cold one back.

"And hast thou lived through wok cuisine?
Come to my arms, my squeamish goy;
O use that wok no more again!"
He pleaded with the boy.

'Twas mid-day and the Chinese wok
Did beckon from the store display;
Alluring was its nickel sheen,
It was on sale today!

(yes, I done writed a song what goes with this)

McDonald's is the place for me, I wear a paper hat!
I wear a silly uniform and man the french-fry vat!
My face full of zits because the air is full of grease,
And the food they serve has made me very fat! Oh,

McDonald's is the place for me, I wear a cute name-tag!
I wear a silly hair-net and the girls think I'm a fag!
My plumbing's full of plaque, one day my heart it will explode,
And my manager's a geeky, four-eyed nag! Oh,

McDonald's is the place for me, it doesn't pay the rent!
I dropped out `cause of poverty that takes my every cent!
My nerves are shot because I see the writing on the wall,
And my rent's past due, I am about to lose my a-part-ment! Oh,

McDonald's is the place for me, I bought a frickin' gun,
With my rent money, ho-ho hee-hee, I'll kill `em every one!
It's kinda sad that in-no-cents will die in the cross-fire,
But how can you tell when life is hell who is the guilty one! Oh,

McDonald's is the place for me, I didn't fire a shot!
Some rat-faced spy was on to me, and now I'm frickin' caught!
They're carting me off in the white bus, but on the bright side . . .
The rent is free where they'll send me, and I like that a lot! Oh,

McDonalds was the place for me, until I went McNuts!
McNurses and McDoctors can't McFigure my McRuts!
But I don't care because McMeals are all McFree my friend,
Don't McGrieve for me, the rent is free, I am a McHappy Putz!

You can imagine me a phantom hanging in the shadows
you can imagine me a vehicle with disabled parts
you can imagine me the sun that's rays is scattered
you can imagine me a lonely wanderer
surfing the mankind
From behind,
Being blind.