Most Liked Prose Poems (416)

I HAVE LEARNED

To love my freedom
To feel the wind
To appreciate the sea

To see the people and bring saberle
See my chances and knowing grasp
See my goals and achieve reach

A not hurt anyone but difficult to
For real

A walk on the grass and feel the softness
To be integrated with principles and values
That's my world proposal

To tell the truth without hurting
A react with injustice
To feel really
To see things discernidad
A appreciating and is in the distance
And my life transform

A smell the flowers and feel the natural aroma
To keep our feet on the ground but still
dreaming

A direct path reciprocate
To have the best of me and give community
Think big and act with fairness ..

HE APRENDIDO

A amar mí libertad
A sentir el viento
A apreciar el mar

A ver la gente y saberle llevar
A ver mis posibilidades y saberlas captar
A ver mis metas y lograrlas alcanzar

A no herir a nadie pero es difícil hacerlo
De verdad

A caminar sobre la hierba y sentir su suavidad
A ser integro con principios y valores
Esa es mi propuesta mundial

A decir la verdad sin llegar a lastimar
A reaccionar con las injusticias
A sentir de verdad
A ver las cosas con discernidad
A apreciarte así sea en la distancia
Y mi vida transformar

A oler las flores y sentir su aroma natural
A tener los pies sobre la tierra pero sin dejar
De soñar

A dirigir caminos con reciprocidad
A tener lo mejor de mi y darlo en comunidad
A pensar en grande y actuar con equidad..

Come gather round the campfire mates and listen for a while,
And I'll tell you all the story of the man who never smiled.
He was somewhat of a rover, and his friends all called him John
He hailed from southern New South Wales, a place called Wollongong.

Well he finished up in Queensland where he met this bird named Jean
And together then the pair set out to do the Brisbane scene.
But within a month she left him, stony broke, without a cent
With nothing but a memory,(and a bill for two weeks rent!)

So further North, to Anakie, John chased his silver lining
On Queensland's famous sapphire fields he tried his hand at mining.
Well he made a quid at this new lurk, became a man of means
And with his new found wealth set out to find his love it seems.

Now he got as far as Rocky where he thought he'd stop a while
And took a job as fencer (just to help to pass the time.)
But alas, he didn't last long for he clocked the overseer
And it was round about this time he started on the beer.

Then his bird wrote him a letter asking him to come and get her
Up at Tully (she was with another bloke)
In the bar there at the station getting stuck into a ration
Of Bacardi. (That's the stuff they drink with Coke.)

Well she went with him to Townsville and they found a little flat
And it seemed at last that things had turned out right
But again she up and left him while he was asleep (God rest him)
Not a single word, just vanished in the night.

Now poor old John just went to pieces and got stuck into the grog
For to him (at least) it seemed his life was over.
So he boozed up day and night, they say he looked a flamin'fright
It was a miracle if ever he was sober!

Some folk said that he was "queer"while others blamed it on the beer
And it's 20 years (they say) now since he smiled
He had made and spent a fortune on a bird who had ignored him
I tell you mates, women! Just ain't worth your while.

Well I guess I'd better leave now as I've still a ways to go
Destination? I don't really know, I'm following my nose
So I guess I'll see you round mates as I've stayed here far too long
What's my name you ask? I thought you knew, it's John..from Wollongong.

Mark this one on the calendar kids, each and every All of you,
a one-off epicurean beggar bids.
Spins a tale from fabled realm, scenarios projected from a crystal ball
Seating limited to an even One Hundred, females only please

If ever a Centaur thought itself a mule, warm is fuzzy is a jackal’s tail
but knows where all the cops are too…
Suggests to pack an overnight bag - lost dove on the wing caught up
the whirlwind, this devil’s advocate has your back
Be sure bring along your best perfume, any routing #’s laying around
ah what the heck, lifetime savings too
Triton`s Spear aimed Mermaid World this instant Stingrays You!

Lollipop disguise in no way Self-Serving, no not at all because
without even having played the thing
the Lottery Prize has just befallen Three!
Those hopeful remaining 90 plus 7 will have to wait most patiently
while the man w/the plan from FEMA eventually gets back to you

So what was it exactly, thou sweet and cherished, each one my lucky three
what is it you wish to profit by me?
Those Ruby Slippers, click heels together, tornado gently sets you down
No Munchkin Land, no balloons on a string
no airfare included, no jeweled crown; but instead
Fate’s straight hand would choose to hand you this:
A First among absolute Worst, this
alter-alternative tenpin from Mars; this
stuffed doggy on a trash bin flashing a wink, this
{all capitals} > > top dog-diggity jerk

When Me myself and I come around, best bet is to head outta town.
Wink wink blink;
but y’all’s beautiful remember; y’all jus’ b’yooful !!!

A bumper sticker reads: Don’t believe everything you Think. Gradually we come to know who and what holds the cards in this game... First of all, she does. A woman’s intuition, belief and persistence is why humankind moves along the course it does. Society evolves from tribes, electricity from torches, community from hierarchy, and Love from proliferation. All the Arts combined, invention and marvels, pages through history attribute to her determined wish.

Quiet reminders appear every day. Her world does not hang in precarious balance. Everything tangible forms a collective, whether gravel in a pile, or brows above the eyes. With tolerance shown for insults from behind, pardon throws a rope to those mired in their own quicksand. Time and motion press the sails, that together we embark and attest all these:

She thrives on newness, the freshness arises ahead the sun each day. It’s certainly not about what’s settled for, neither any justice waiting year upon year, waiting for the ideal script. New brooms sweep clean, then also must she; dispenses with regrets and clutter long past. It’s about to-do's in the now of today, whether alone or together a couple. Invest in her and she shall double the return. No rocket science, but resounds within hope and romance. Afforded sanctuary regardless of social status.

The Sovereign Seal on the scroll reveals that You are loved prior to any one like myself having said; before disbelief had set in. So too with succinct melodies accompanying streams of consciousness. They combine to proclaim the instant new miracles come to be. It is true that your voice effervesces with music, so beautiful to say. And why not include that ancient orb of benevolence, that slow rolling silvery moon. Patrols the neighborhood this side of the stars, and not some distant nebulae. That vast overstretch, apex to horizon, ever yours gathered forth in a sampling.

Any man can spot the silhouette of a woman a mile and a half away. And because hers is cast from things lovely and bright, his gets thereby shaken. His will translate to items at hand, hers the adorn of Creation. Indomitable mystique inherent the feminine entity. Most of that he thinks he knows account less than a stitch and hem. It is the here and now of my own perplex, speak into the vacuum, weak at the knees, while she remains fixed on her tapestry, continues looping the fibers, continues while softly singing.

So now when you say there is much more to her than meets the eye, you can say it with a bit more conviction.

oneline now!
Hope I catch you
Before your seven
O'clock date
Hope you've considered
Your possible fate
Hope you see, you might
Be the bait
Hope you cautiously
Walk through his gate
Hope you get this
Before it's to late..

Don't eat me!
Eat something else
How about some tasty venison
You are going deer hunting today
They cause a lot of car accidents
How many turkeys have caused injury?
None that I know of!
We want to be free
We don't want to be stuffed
This Thanksgiving tradition needs to stop
There's plenty to eat without me anyways
Mashed potatoes and gravy
Stuffing
Pumpkin Pie
Cranberry Sauce
Green bean casserole
And sweet potatoes
Give turkeys a break and have a happy Thanksgiving!

Sit down on the couch
My love
I've got something
To say
We've been together
For ten years now
But I must go
Away
I don't mean to
Hurt you
But I just can't
Stay
I packed my bag
Last night and I
Know things won't
Be the same
But in an hour or
Two I must catch
The train
I saw in your eyes
That something
Was a miss
Blame it on me for
Your tears I
Never kissed
You've been a good
Women to me
Perhaps the best
There ever was
But my heart has
Found another in
Everything she does
So I'll leave the key
And shut the door
I'll drive away and
Say nothing more
I know your tears
Will fall down
Your face
And you'll sweep the
Floors of this
Lonely place
But my heart has
Vanished in the
Wind
God forgive me
Of this sin

Cafe

He wouldn't be hankerin after fancy deserts if he'd take more of his meals at home.

If she doesn't know what she's missing, she can't be missing much.

Tell her to keep the cats and get her boyfriend fixed.

You could look up disgusting in the dictionary and there'd be a picture of this.

I never go any place where they have more forks than food

original prose by Phil_413

TO THE BEAUTIFUL LADY IN THE WHITE DRESS

I was so tired.

My head hurt. My body ached. I had been working pretty much non-stop since about 5am Thursday morning. I was hoping and praying silently that the day would end soon so I could go home and sleep through the weekend.

I was wearing ALL BLACK as my business custom is. I like to portray power and control when I work. My uniform sets the standard for that. My tan is very dark from the sun and I have strong features and a chiseled jaw. My dark almost black sunglasses matched my black watch on my right wrist, even though I'm right handed.

I had just finished lunch with my buddy who I hired to help me on the job. Lunch didn't help. He was getting his equipment together on the other side of the square.

I was reaching over the bed of my little silver Toyota Tacoma pickup truck, almost deliriously looking for something.

I looked up and in front of my truck.

You were the most beautiful vision of perfection… in a Perfectly White Crisp Pleated Cotton Short Mini Skirt Dress that gleamed like something out of a fairy tale in the brilliant heat of the sun at about 12:26pm

You were tanned perfectly and your dress perfectly clung to your perfect form at the middle of your upper arms, around your ample breasts, around your waist, on top of your hips, and relatively near the tops of your thighs.

You were Perfection In Symmetry.

You were simply...beautiful.

You smiled right at me just before you opened the door to get your daughter out of your silver Chevy SUV and I felt The World Stand Still.

I looked right at you and said "Hi, how are you ma'am?" Your smile did not stop. It honestly just seemed to last forever as I stood there.

Then the moment passed and my pain returned and I longed for the day to end.

I watched you for a few moments longer. Then I disappeared around the corner.

I went back a few moments later just to catch a glimpse of you again.

But you were gone.

I'll never forget your smile.

Thank you.