Most Commented Prose Poems (416)

On a cold Nebraska morn
Another loney day is born
A broken gate swings in
the wind
That old heartache starts
again
She pulls herself from a
lonely bed
And drags a comb accross
her head
She pours a drink to help
her start
Wearing black pearls on a
broken heart
She reads the letters he
sent from the war
A hundred or so sprawled
on the floor
But all this is doing is
tearing her apart
Cause she's wearing black
pearls on a broken heart
She kisses his picture
hanging on the wall
As her millionth tear
begins to fall
She draws the curtains
and the tattered blinds
And locks the door for
the very last time
Such a shame she'll have to
part
With only these beads around
her heart
She drives to the plot that
bears his name
Knowing nothing could ever
be the same
She lays a wreath upon his
stone
Her final tears ..now she's
alone
In her purse there's a
sharpened knife
With this steel she'd take
her life
And she ended the life that
would never start
Wearing..black pearls on
a broken heart~

Love is the most wonderful symphony which the destiny make it and the feelings play it and the lovers dance with it ,the love can make the human is a poet,we do not feel the strong of love and the severe of it until the time of farewell coming,the most beauty moments in love is when u wait and the language which the lovers clevers with it, is the eyes language,the screams of the lovers are whispers and their tears is sighs ,the talking of lovers is speak between 2 hearts .
In religation,love is the home which the 2 souls settle in it .
In geography ,love is found in the soul and his capital is the heart .
In history , love is the most firmly time and the most old time .
In chemistry , love is a timer bomb the destiny fix it inside the human and this bomb not have an exact time or date to blow up .
In physics , love is a magnetic case which make attraction between 2 souls and make them live in one body .
In philiosiphy , the love is the holy of souls and the exchange of loyalty between 2 souls and love can make the 2 souls settle in the temple of love for ever .
Love is as war ,it is very easy to start it ,but after that it is very hard to stop it .
Love is the only game which share by 2 persons and they win toghter or lost together .
Maybe love born with one word but it can not end with one word,love do not kill the lovers but it make them live the suspension between the case of life and death .
And who love in true way , will be love for ever
regards,
khaled

I looked at the sun.
It was the same white.
And suddenly I imagined the whole Universe with the white sun in the middle and a little orange Good that was jumping from one planet to another.
And the whole Universe was its home.

It has been many years since the Good left me, but I'm still waiting for it.
Maybe it will come back...
Not forever...
I know it can't live in our world...
But just for a while, to see each other.
And I look at the white sun, and I hear its whispering: “Wait, wait... wait...”
And I ask for how long should I wait, but it just repeats: “Wait, wait... wait...”
And something ugly hides from me the white sun...
It's hanging and laughing in the clouds.
And I'm pretty sure that the Good will come back.
It won't forget me.
But what if it can't find my house or my city?
When I think of it I feel so cold and scared.
It might be that a little orange Good is walking now somewhere on this planet.
So, if you meet it, please say that I'm missing my little friend.
Perhaps, it doesn't know what it is “to miss”, but it doesn't matter.
It will ask you: “What is missing?”, and maybe the white sun will smile and become yellow again.

Kiev,
2003

From the stairway to heaven
to this crystal stream
Wine coloured doves decend
on this forest dream
Lay down my love on leaves
of gold
From angels vials pour
dreams untold
Lay down my love in this
ethereal light
Touch my soul in this
mystic night
Let all creatures chant
to rhyme
While we sip from vials
of heavens wine~

Mabey I've seen a rose or two
whose pedals have graced the dawn
Mabey a deer has caught my eye
as she tenderly nursed her fawn
Perhaps the silk from the purest
pearl has drawn me to the deep
But nothing on earth can compare
to you when in my arms you sleep~

Ego is the flower on
a dead mans grave
Ego took the bullet
from the unasumming
brave
Ego struts high, much
higher than most
But the lowliest of
the low put an end to
that boast~

Let me embrace you in
Hunger pains
Unspoken pains of the
Soul
Let me taste the lips you've
Saved for me in fantasy's
Dreams behold
But before I drink the wine
Of your love and you milk
Me like the goddess of fire
I crown your head and kiss
Your feet and declare I could
Accend no higher.

The scientific method has been
applied, and all the data is in
Granted, I conducted this test
while sipping on some gin
But still my mind was sharp, and
my senses quite in tact
Now you're ready for the result and
one big juicy fact
That if I counted each star,so high
in heaven above
That all their brightness combined
couldn't outshine your tender love

He balances himself on that
narrow limb as the creek
rushes beneath his feet
He's a warrior in this mighty
jungle and who knows what
foes he'll meet
He steps lightly among the rocks
and trees his slingshot ever to
the ready
With X-Ray vision and the stealth
of a cat his foot is sure and steady
A Ninja warrior lurks about and a
dagger may claim the day
He'll make no sound and snap no
twig as he inches along his way
But suddenly a shadow darts among
the trees and he loads his slingshot
for the kill
Proudly he stands over his conquered
foe and every bit of it was for the
thrill

For many weeks
I searched high and low
Among soggy cheese sandwiches
Covered with a green dough
Under the bed
With an amount of trepidation
But only found a refugee
From some far off Nation
I checked every drawer
In my very tall chest
And found another refugee
In a very dirty white vest
Behind the sofa
Amidst a furore of dust
No bottle of love
Just a mouldy old pie
With a very hard crust
I searched the kitchen
Though staring evil eyed potatoes
And a mountain of old greens
Then found it hiding
Behind a decrepit tin of beans
I drank with a lust
Hoping to find my lost mate
Then noticed the bottle
Was ten years out of date
My stomach churned
And my blood did boil
And next my trousers
I really did soil
So there is a moral
To a sad and lonely tale
Stick to the sell by date
Or your love life will fail