Last Commented Prose Poems (415)

I joined this site to meet a man
who I could love and he could
love me

Unfortunately I've yet to
meet a serious guy
who I could cherish
and revere and we could
share our lives together
good and bad, to lift each other up...…


Where is this illusive guy?
My standards are quiet high I know;
Though not an Adonis do I crave
just someone, loving, caring too

Because that's what I will do
There must be someone out there
But when I do not know
But patience is a virtue
so, I'll try to hold on tight
and hope that soon I'll meet
The guy that's Mr. Right!!

Phoenix54 dated 13/09/2018

Solace for our Souls


Fresh nectar is sweeter at dawn...

Sitting on my face…I'm aroused by her lovely scent

Her wetness is like a morning dew

Making my tongue hungrily

Savouring flavours of her pink pearl

Merging are our souls…. at sunrise

Existence is infinite
With limitless possibilities
Though life exists
For just a flash
Are we bounded by time?
Or limited by physical reach?
Stimulate my mind the best way you can
Play with my passion the best way you can
Love is limitless if ignited with a spark of lust
Without spontaneous ‘one-night-stand’ you’d gather dust
Once in a while forget everything
Be nasty as no rules exists at such times
Do trust in love to touch extreme
Do taste the rawness of desire
Do make each feel hungry
A path begins from each other’s body

Culminating to the awareness of each other’s soul.

We are Gods & Goddesses here

We are fire here

We are Water here

We are air here.

Filled with desires

Drunk in passion

Love in our eyes

Trapped in a world which has been unfair to us.

We are made of flesh

Mixed with chemistry of feelings

A lusty chemical reaction that explodes into our universe

Do make love free from gravity

With each breath and with each stroke

Time expand into eternity

This is a demonic vibe

Meant to lick and bite

I see you are titillated

Legs spread

Thanks for pink invitation

Feeling so warm

Slurping your cunni

Your love juices

Go soul deep in me

I know you feel me

We ride the same wavelengths

Is your wild cat purring yet?

Wet from my intentions

My minions go to work

With greedy hungry fingers

They plunge into your pie

lapping at your mind

Feeding off your intellect

They convey your darkest fantasies

A reel to reel of you and I

mmm I lick, swirl and taste your bud

You’re heavy with nectar

I slow down now

You’re about to c*m

I want this to be an otherworldly seduction

So hold up baby not so fast

I slurp-up your nipple

Then proceed to please

your climax builds as I touch your soul

we commingle

Riding the sensual waves

Lady love in full bloom

We touch the celestial skies

The divine and dark

The oldest magic of them all

Bring you to the brink

On the back of ecstasy's wings

You begin to pulsate

a little shaken I hold you

While we experience sex

The way it should be ….

Sometimes
Sometimes when I wake up
Sometimes when I get up
I can feel alive.

Some days
Some days I can see things
Some days I can think good things
I know for I have tried

I try
I try to say things
I try to share things
But they fade into the sky.

Why then
Why then don't people listen
Why then people don’t reason
Even when I tried.

Tell me
Will they ever kiss me?
Would they ever miss me?
Even if I died.

Are there
Are there any reasons?
For the changing of the seasons
Just like the circle of life.

Pass quietly between the noise and the prey and remember the Peace that can be in the Silence. As far as possible, without lowering yourself, you have good relations with everyone. Say what you think courteously and clearly, listen to others, even the bored and the ignorant, also they have a story. Avoid loud and aggressive people: they are exhausting for the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you risk becoming vain or bitter, because there will always be those who are better and worse than you. Rejoice with your successes and also with your projects. Keep your interest in your profession, however humble; is a true heritage in the changing fortunes of time. Act prudently in your affairs, for the world is full of snares; but do not let that blind you to the virtue which also exists; many people fight for noble ideals and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Above all, do not pretend in affection. Do not be unique about love, because in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as eternal as the grass. Take good advice from the years, giving you a smile from the things of youth. Cultivate the strength of spirit, to protect yourself against unexpected misfortunes. But do not torment yourself with the shadows that surround you: many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond sound discipline, be patient with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees or the stars; You have the right to be here. And whether this is clear or not for you, no doubt that in Peace with God, however you conceive it and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the midst of the noisy confusion of existence, it maintains peace of mind. With all the alternatives, frustrations and shattered dreams, it's still a wonderful World. Be cheerful and strive to be happy.

A man who is romantic
With a sense of humor that is fantastic
He is too honest
To admit he is no modest
He is loyal and faithful
He is pleasant and delightful
He is considerate and thoughtful
However, he is slightly poor
For him material things are unimportant for sure
He has one last chance
To enjoy the magic of romance
A woman of substance, could it be you?
Who would make both your dreams come true

Eyes that don't lie ...
feel their sensitivity.
Mouth that shut up, in the silence of a while.
Heart that feels pain, cries a fate.
Tramp being, lives in the inertia of a world,
where the images that surround you! ..
they are pure in heart, naive in feeling.
Your feeling is the eyes that speak, spring in a tear.
Beautiful nature to the eyes that close,
decode you with a simple smile,
I do not let this impossible desire escape the instant.
Heart, your beat accelerates.
Thought that you make me wish ...
hope your eyes live in the springs of tears,
I don't see you but I feel you in a chest.
Dreams that live with the wind touching my dry face.
Frosted from the look or mist of nature,
hide passion for a plural.
Disown me or bless me,
behind a look, my being.

Shakey needed out, out from the soft motor cul-de-sacs of the consoled.
18 and agile, he yearned to play the margin, walk the thin line.
Adopting the heady North Korean hairstyle of the self-assured he exited the leafy vanilla streets and joined the gaunt bus terminals of the fugitive.
Penning his travels, he became a one man poet of the moment delivering sonorous polyrhythmic exercises in moral decline from a leather attache case in the jazz basements of the avant-garde.
Too caustic to be urban chic, this enfant terrible of the leisure set came to the notice of Fancy Nancy, one-time darling of Eurocommunist sambuca parties, a veteran go-go girl of the atomic age.
Donning a neptune blue necktie a la Pierre Cardin, a licence for larceny in the swing set of the political elite, he toured with Fancy Nancy in a lizard suited carnival of the extreme. Public moral outrage circuited the exercise extraordinaire and the duo were consigned to a life of tortuous childcare, parent teacher encounters, and a passion for home entertainment system upgrades.

Little is noticed and even less remembered.

In the coldness of morning
and sunbeams touch my face,
A new world is breathing for the entire human race.


Feeling so much happiness
you are not far away,
And with God as witness
wishing you a bright day !