Most Liked Prose Poems (416)

Please write me a poem
about your kiss..
Make it something I'd
really miss..
Write it short, write
it sweet
Let me read it the day
we meet~

Poem #1 was
just a joke
It could never
reveal the facts
Poem #2 was not
much better than
a ball of crumbling
wax
But poem #3 might
reveal that smile
I've longed for all
my life
When in nervous
anticipation I ask
you to be my wife~

15 cents a day and
no bathroom breaks
Yes, we wanna be
your slaves
Please grind us into
the dust of the earth
til our dying day
Crack that whip accross
our backs
We'll work from dusk
til dawn
We'll even eat those
nasty slugs that slither
accross your lawn
Sure, we're just women,
but what is that to you?
You're to busy writin'
that list of extra chores
to do
While your out with your
buddies and we're bogged
down with work
Us ladies in the office
elected you Super Jerk!
You're pathetic ego will
never accept we're every
bit your equal
Perhaps our red high heels
accross your back would be
a fitting sequel
That fistful of change you
flick at our feet may help
you sleep at night
But your wake-up call has
just struck twelve and you're
in for a hell of a fight!

I'm just a
memory..
Never thought of
it that way
Just an old tin can
blowin' in the wind
Little else to
say
Mabey I'll find my
tomorrow in some
yesterdays old
news
This memory thing
might just work out
And I'll forget to
sing the blues~

I met a crazy man
in the park
He mumbled and jumbled
His words were dark
But there was a gleam
in his eyes which I
couldn't discern
Was this just madness
or was there wisdom
to learn?
I smiled at the man
not wanting to offend
I made my departure
never seeing him again
Many years passed
when one day I was
awakened
In a hospital I sat
with my memory so
shaken
The doctors said,' I had
lay in the dark'
'It was I said they, who
was crazy in the park.'~

She takes a sip and
flips her hair
She looks around to
see if anybody
cares
Twenty years of breaking
hearts
Now she's old and wants
to part
She stares at herself in
the bar room mirror
The truth stares back
as she gulps a beer
'To hell with men she
blurts without shame..'
Give me a chance and I'll
do the same..'
She pulls a pistol from
inside her purse
Watch her now as she plans
her worse
She fires off three rounds
and everyone ducks
'I'm nobodys fool and you
men are nuts!
Two more rounds and the
bar tenders' dead
Only one round of death's
sweet lead
But before she shoots a woman
stood close
She said,'I'd like to make
an evening toast..'
But would you mind telling
me what book you've been
reading..'
You seem so engrossed and
you're expression intriqing'
'Oh, yes Mamm, I'm just
waiting for my mommy'
We're waiting for my daddy
and his name is Johnny..'
So my mommy gave me this book
to read
It's about a lonely woman with
and evil seed..'
You can join us for dinner
and bring your hub
Mabey you'll read
Lonely girl at the club~

Can a year in your life a difference make....Is it the same as to throw a stone in the lake....The ripples spread out it would seem never ending...Or is this just another year pending....What would i want the the difference to be.....Perhaps solve every problem for me....But it could also be the end of the end....And drive me round the bend......To old for change no years difference do i need...Only if the difference would mean our world we could feed...But as usual when we humans are put to the test....Its not the difference but the indifference where we fail the test........jw

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

Seeing deeply
Seeing through
Seeing me by
seeing you
Peer into these
orbs of oceans
deep
I close these
soul mirrors
in blissful
sleep~

400 poems seems like
a whole bunch of
chatter
But CS poets can
sum up the matter
It's all for one
and one for all
Where Knight's and
Maidens stand ten
feet tall!
Step up to the plate
and spin out a verse
Make it long and windy
or make it terse
Tease us, please us,
or make us cry
Tommorow we'll laugh
under our castle sky
A lil imagination is
good for the soul
What magic hath thee
to fill this bowl?
White stallions await
on restless hooves
We'll send forth doves
or we'll chase down
wolves
We're an army of one
under this firy sun
Three cheers to CS
for all this fun~