Most Liked Prose Poems (416)

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!

She will take a rumble on you
Until you come up a shade of blue
She wants you to be, to fit her hue,
Of the color blue…

She knows what she wants
And is not afraid to flaunt
How easy it has become
To take another on the run.

She finds you intriguing to a degree
Stopping constant motion to be free
To incorporate your essence
She must turn your presence

Into the shade that compliments
Her hue, of blue, in increments.
Resistance is futile for you to even breach
For she has entangled your psyche to reach

Your subconscious mind; even while awake
In her webs of magick and energy lakes,
That trip you up everywhere you go.
Every time you try to break her hold

The hobble tightens enough to cut off the circulation
Of air around your third eye in complete exaltation!
As she knows she has found her long awaited blessing
A miracle in her soul mate finally in this life, joining

Her own,
And as one
Indigo Flame
You and she
Will dance
Into eternity…

And the snow is falling...

Beneath the pine fronds of green
The solstice circle lay still and serene
The Yule log of oak
Alive with fire and smoke
Cut at dawn on this midwinter eve
With libation of bread and of mead.
Its fragments kept ‘til twelfth night
Were scattered about at first light
In the ancient forest of trees
Ashes offered in the chill breeze.
I was ready to pack
A long winter’s nap
As the clock struck twelve on the wall
I heard the knock on the front door fall
Upon opening the door
I froze in disbelief for
In a suite of red there stood a stout man
With rosy cheeks, white beard to land
On me; twinkling eyes and a melting smile
“We need to talk, can I come in awhile?
The holiday spirit is the reason
For this and every season”
And before I could ask why
How in the world did he fly?
I was covered in gold glitter
Changing its color to silver.
It smelled of pine and chestnuts
Like a crisp wind and grandma’s hugs
Fuzzy new mittens and mistle toe
Smiling faces from years ago

Twinkle lights softly aglow

I realize that Santa Clause
With peppermint and rum balls
Had brought back to life
In my heart this night
The essence of giving
To me memories of living
In the magickal world of love
Kissed with frosty shapes of
Sugar and gingerbread
Softly he then said
“Don’t forget the cookies and cocoa”
With large snowflakes dancing to and fro
Sleigh and reindeer put on quite a show
Pawing at the moon kissed new fallen snow
His message to bestow as up went the sleigh
“Blessed be, Merry Yule and Happy Holidays!”

in my frying pan go the butter for lots of tasting soup
in go my onions sweating in my frying pan
in i put my mushrooms now theres not much room in my frying pan
a bit of salt and pepper as i quickly stir

in i put some soya sauce into my pan ,very saucy of course dark is the best
in the pan i put two small hand fulls of rice or pearl barley of course
in the pan i put an oxo or lovely bovril cube to add more flaver of course
more salt and pepper and not least of all more soya sauce

into this i put my cooked onions and mushrooms
then it is all topped up with water of course
i bring this all to a lovley boil then simmer for half and hour
while i hover and put the house straight again
i look forward to my reward my lovely soup of course which is made in no time at all

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

Capable and strong
Survivor of all that's wrong
Yet delicate as linen lace
Fragile with new challenges to face

The color red has always been my favorite color of all
it's seen with the green when leaves start to fall
red art the color of fire engines kids love to see speed by
and after a rain the color red can even be seen in the sky

red goes with green at Christmas time
and that's one reason i find red so sublime
to me red represents childhood and glee
and that's another reason red is so resplendent to me

red can make any cloudy day seem bright
and all neon lights should glow red at night
red is the color of my lover's lipstick when we kiss
and if you ask me red should be the official color of bliss

red remindss me of the robins that chirp at dawn
and the color of the cheeks of a baby newly born
but to some red means something sinister and mean
they grow excited whenever the color red is seen

what red means to me means nothing to them
and i don't know from where their sickness may stem
however these people go crazy , insane and wild
they love the color red of the blood after they've killed an innocent child
(c) 2011....~free cee!~

YO LADY...COME HERE PLEASE AND NOW
YOU NEEDN'T CURTSEY FOR I WILL NOT BOW
YOU SEND ME A MESSAGE AS IF YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME
AS THOUGH WE FELL FROM THE SAME VINE AND/OR TREE
AND THEN YOU PROSTILATIZE ON WHAT I SHOULD DO
LADY, I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU
AND THEN YOU SEND ME E-MAIL
AS IF YOU THINK MY BELIEF IS THAT I WAS BIRTHED ONLY TO FAIL
AND YOU BEGIN SPOUTING DETAILS OF MY LIFE AS IF THERE WERE NO DOUBT
AND AS IF YOU KNOW WHAT I AM ALL ABOUT
AND THEN YOU BEGIN WITH ALL YOUR PERCEPTIONS
WHILE I TAKE EXCEPTION TO ALL YOUR EXCEPTIONS
I MEAN YOU TOLD ME ENOUGH THAT I HOULD JUST WALK AWAY
WELL FOR A KICK I'D LIKE TO HEAR MORE OF WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY
YOU, THINKING YOU COULD READ MY MIND
AND THE KIND OF FUTURE I SHOULD FIND
A LADY YOU WISH MIGHT ONE DAY REALLY CARE
a charming LADY NONETHELESSS WITH SO MUCH ADVICE TO SHARE
THE KIND OF LADY WHO THINKS SHE KNOWS IT ALL
AND A LOVELY NATURE THAT CAN, AT ONCE, APALL
THINK ABOUT IT LADY, WHAT IF EVERYTHING YOU WROTE WAS WRONG
AND I WOULD NEVER WANT TO DANCE WITH YOU TO YOUR FAVORITE SONG
YOU WITH YOUR ASSERTIONS, CONCLUSIONS AND UNAMBIGUOUS INSIGHT
AND HOW YOU SEEMED TO KNOW ALL ABOUT MY PLIGHT
YET NEVER HAVING MET ME STILL YOU WERE GOD-DAMNED RIGHT
AND IF YOU CHOOSE NEVER TO WRITE ME AGAIN I CAN AT LEAST REMEMBER A LADY WHO TOOK THE GLOOM OUT OF MY ROOM IF FOR ONLY ONE LOVELY NIGHT
YES, BLESSED LADY, YOU WERE PRECISELY RIGHT
SHE'S TOO COOL FOR SCHOOL
(C) 2011...~free cee!~

Her loveliness I never knew,
Until she smiled on me,
O then I saw her eye was bright,
A well of love, a spring of light.

I am not old, but mellow,
Like a good wine.
My age is lusty, frosty,
but kindly.

All love, all liking, all delight,
Lies drowned with us in endless night.
Our heart to heart,
and mind to mind,
In body and soul can bind.

As shy as a hedgerow mouse
As timid as a bunny rabbit
I cannot seem to write a line
In this crazy mind that I inhabit

The poetry and prose I write
The verses and the rhymes
I still can’t send a contact message
To endear a woman’s charms

I’ve tried so many times so far
To make a good impression
But every time I write something
It leads me to depression

I never know just what to say
To start the conversation
Now I’m stuck inside my head
My thoughts are in stagnation

A single message I’ve not sent
No contacts have been made
I have no idea what to put
This could be a lost crusade