Most Commented Prose Poems (416)

From a very early morning I am walking and running through the mist.It was a mystery,dew usurped me.Cold of fragrance took me aside.I was wet and water,golden water,took me to the deep of my meditation.The flowers were nodding heads in the air.Childrens were playing.Ah!Childhood,golden Childhood,where are u-I need you now,in this terrible time,in this time when people are apart from each other,everyone turned into each others enemy;I need you.I was meditating.Childhood you came and went away.Sands are scattered about,floating in the dusty air.I am feeling you my river.Oh river!my austere golden fiery river-I miss you,miss you forever.I am now in complete darkness.Nobody is around.The city is sleepy,I think it became dead long ago;only the ashes remains.It is breathing with thousands of deads.Fleshes are burning and galvanizing.Darkness wrapped the city.One is grasping others skinny flesh.Its a dark city.I am in complete meditation.
The children from future,be aware;this night will give you nothing
You all will be in complete darkness.you will be born in darkness;gloomy air will be your oxygen.The poetry will go away.You never will know about poetry,about beauty,about the chirping of the bird,about a dewy morning,about a fiery noon of midsummer.I am in meditation.Be aware.This world is full of curves.

As the sun nestles into the horizon
like a glowing ember,
it shows an amber hue,
and I remember you.
Like the reflections that glimmer
of the sun as it simmers on the sea,
I see you dance . . .
aloft . . . aloof . . .
Alone.
Elusive romance often hides
like darting rays behind disguise.
Even clouds can’t shroud your eyes
of the sparkle I detect.
Our hearts are circumspect.
Hark! A twinkle is reflected
in the waves that wake . . . for shore.
So we wait . . . and dream of more
horizons to explore.
Holding hands on endless strands
of sand that sifts through time...
To tock along the beach we walk,
mellowing like wine.
Each brilliant son* serenely sets
It’s best we let it rest . . .
Testing then our faith within
that our star will rise again.

BROKEN, BURNED, SHATTERED
TORN, SCARRED AND TWISTED

ASHEN, GREY, DARK
BLEAK, HOLLOW, VOID

CRYING, ASHAMED, HIDING
RUNNING, SHOUTING, SCREAMING!

DEATHLY, LIFELESS, SORROWFUL
PAINED, BLEEDING, DYING

TERRIFYING, REFLECTIVE, INSIDIOUS
POROUS, INTROSPECTIVE MIND!

Long ago, the unconsciousness of pulse and flow became interuptured by the Big Bang of differentiation. In the process, the fluid memory of the cranial-sacral circuit was subsumed by floodwaters of sense-perception, rendering it mere drops in an ocean of teeming memes.



Once weaned from the creatrix' remains, the infant studied the art of negotiation with this ocean, how to feed in order to be fed in turn, when to coax and when to cajole, when to demand and when to despair. Her mother cautioned that the gravitational pull of redundancy and entropy should not be confused with the womb endlessly longed for return to, that womb now a mere phantasm of her nerual organ. She warned as well that the buoyant desire to reach for the stars and supp with the gods was itself no more than the inverse of such fantasy, equally self-defeating and ultimately self-destructive. The developing child duly memorialized these parting words, embedding them in elaborative narrative lullabies to soothe her on future nights she might be too lonely or exhausted to fall asleep.



And so islands of dry land began to decorate the ocean. And soon the woman gave birth to a man.

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I listen to my heart beat beat beating away.....But my head will not listen to what my heart has to say...Why are my head and my heart at war?....Why barr my way to loves door....My head says wait my heart asks why.....Lifes to short i want love before i die.....But my head wins the battle once again....And my heart suffers the pain.....I wonder when this will end...Because its driving me round the bend...So if youre out there lady gentle and kind....Please come to me and save my mind......jw

The sodden leaves lie rusting on the ground
Decay - a promise of new life in the spring
The last of the summer swallows headed south
The morning rhime heralding winter's fearful chill

New life dawns within the womb of you
Her dreams and hopes and life yet to fulfil
To draw a breath and bring the world to sight
Bring comfort on the long, cold, lonely nights

The storms of life and all that loving brings
Sweet pleasures like swallows on the wing
When headed off to seek the warmer climes
To change our lives and bring on better times

The Mermaid (Part One)

The evening was cool
and the sky was so clear
while ripples of waves
were all I could hear

The moon shone bright
and stars twinkled on high
when from out of nowhere
came so seductive a sigh

I looked out to sea
to whence the sound came
and my eyes did believe
they were playing a game

For as waves lapped around
a rock out at sea
a beautiful vision
was sat staring at me

Naked as love
she sat all alone
on that rising edifice
of black granite stone

Her body so wondrous
that I shook with such lust
but a smile so pure
that my thoughts were unjust

Her hair was entangled
with kelp luscious green
that protected her modesty
oh what a scene

It hung down over breasts
so excitingly full
covering the parts
that are made to enthral

My mind quickly taken
by this girl of my dreams
though as I looked closer
all was not as it seems

For legs this beauty
was completely bereft
and a long fishy tail
was all she had left

Then with a smile
that made my heart still
she slipped into the water
and I saw she was real

For she dived like a dolphin
under azure sea
and all that was left
were the ripples and me


The End........or is it?

Sixty-four squares of black and white
they play the game throughout the night
He moves his bishop, she moves her knight
they are at war, their minds do fight

The game it started at half past eight
and to each this is the perfect date
while both of them cannot wait
to hear who will, first shout "mate"

The advantage swings from her to him
and back again, as light grows dim
he castles now on a whim
his prospects already looking grim

Losing his queen is bad indeed
her movement now is all but freed
his pieces picked off with great speed
the only choice is to concede

Her victory though does cause him pain
his manhood challenged, and finally slain
and what comes next is simply plain
let's set them up, and start again

God is departed
And answers no more ,
Forever is closed Mercy's door.

And now in hell
My bed I make,
Because my God
I did forsake.

He called me oft,
He called me long,
But I preferred
The dance and song.

I scorned His Love
So full and free.
And said, 'A myth was
Calvary's tree.'

I rushed along
At maddening pace,
Spurning each day
His saving Grace,

Until at last death
Sounded its knell
And I awoke in the
Flames of Hell.

I thought perchance
There'd be some friends,
But OH, my God,
They're only fiends!
Not a smile or word of cheer
Do I hear,
Only the screams
Of horror and fear!

Remorse, REMORSE,
What a terrible thing
To remember, here,
How mother did sing
Of 'Amazing Grace,'
'His Love for me,'
'I've found that gift,
So full and free'.

O,for a chance again to hear
The worship chimes
Play soft and clear.

But no, there'll
Be no song,
Eternity's long;
ETERNITY'S LONG!

But I chose myself
This bitter part.
I would not give
To God my heart.

The Fiends of Hell
My heart strings rend
And cry,
" Forever ! This can't end ".

A promise is a thing to behold
More precious than diamonds or gold
To have ones trust in your smile will beat wealth by a mile and keep you warm when it's colder than cold

So when you speak of your love to those near
Alway remember your promise so dear
Keep it warm in your heart so that when far apart
You can light up your night without fear

To be alone in the night with no promise for light
Will be a fate too awful to bear.