Most Liked Prose Poems (416)

Je regarde impuissant des vidéos de la France.. ma France.. debout... en proie aux flammes.. à genous.. en larmes..
Je regarde impuissant les nouveaux rois élus se vautrer sans honte dans les excès que le pouvoir leurs accordent... et le mépris qu'ils ont de leur peuple...
Je regarde impuissant des femmes, des hommes, des personnes agées voire des enfants devenir les victimes des violences policières alors que ces gens ne réclament que justice, droiture et le rétablissement d'une morale politique depuis longtemps devenue une plaisanterie...
Je regarde impuissant, ici même, la censure gouvernementale faire fi des droits de chacun d'exprimer une opinion qui n'est pas celle de ceux au pouvoir...
Je regarde impuissant la France, pays des droits de l'homme, du code civil, de Hugo, Zola, Jaurès, Rabelais, Montesquieux, Descartes, Voltaire, Diderot et tant d'autres écrivain, philosophe, reporteur d'un temps, d'une époque devenir une dictature au service des lobbies, des grands groupes, des banques et des marchés financiers...
Je regarde impuissant notre devise qui hier encore inspira d'autres nations, maculée de sang aux facades de nos lieux publiques... liberté mon cul... égalité mon cul... fraternité.. la votre peuple de France n'est plus à remettre en question.. mais à quel prix? Celui du sand, de la violence.. et de la honte... la votre Mesdames et Messieurs du gouvernement..
Je regarde impuissant ce gouvernement aux relents facistes et néo-nazis se rire de mes soeurs et mes frères, battus par le système, accablés de dettes.. avec des fins de mois difficiles qui commencent dès le premier de chaque mois...
Je regarde tout ça.. impuissant car trop loin pour vous rejoindre dans ce combat... du fond de cet exile que je me suis choisi... parce que la France, ma France est devenue une moquerie démocratique et une farce économique dont je ne voulais pas.. ou plus précisemment ne pouvais financièrement pas m'offrir...
Je regarde.. tout ça.. impuissant... et des larmes coulent parce que même loin, même trop loin mon coeur appartient à jamais à la France...
Et mon âme à jamais portera ses couleurs.. bleu... blanc... et si rouge aujourd'hui du sang que vous Monsieur Macron, du fond de votre vie de luxe financée par les impots directs, indirects, hausses en tout genre que vous, comme maint de vos prédécésseurs, avez voulu afin de vous offrir une vaisselle de roi pour vous restaurer galamment cependant que votre peuple crève de faim...
Je suis un gilet jaune.. je suis de ceux qui demande, qui exige votre démission.. la votre comme celle de votre gouvernement..
Je suis un gilet jaune.. et je vous emmerde..

She's such a freak!

There’s no excitement like the chance of getting caught

I'm down her throat
My two fingers tickling and she releases juices
My car seat is the best place in the world for now....

I hold her hair while she gets me deep-in
she’s excited to get me climaxed

In my car
My rock hard d*ck receiving awesome completion
while I'm nervously looking around... afraid of getting caught..

In my car parked right in front of her house ...

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 ….

I stand by your side and think how it begun
Look up to the sky and see moon chasing the sun
Watching the clouds hide behind evening haze
To the song of the lark that is singing your praise.


We were both childhood sweethearts we were so young
Yet we both did not realise that our paths had begun
And though we were children and only played games
A love would start growing and would be fanned by the flames.


And as we grew older I remember that first kiss
It gave a redemption encompassed in bliss
That embrace fought a battle and took away fear
And my lips kissed your eye to taste that sweet tear.


Then one day they called me and said I must fight
To leave all my family and defend what is right
With only a picture they took me away
Not knowing that I would return back one day.


Many years passed and I wrote to you
Telling you what I thought you must do
I told you to forget me and not be my bride
As the sounds of the battle took away what was inside.


Yet a pledge that you made and you waited for me
And wound I encountered sent me back free
I promise I’d remain with you for the rest of life
And the very next month I took you as wife.


Three children we had and one child we lost
In another great war that we paid with a cost
The years kept on passing and age came to stay
But the love that we had never faded away.


Then time took its toll of which we are a slave
Now I’m here standing by the edge of your grave
And I think back the memories of that which were ours
As I kneel down beside you to lay down these flowers.


I know that my journey will not be to long
Which is why every day I sing you this song?
For one day we’ll meet and in our arms will remain
And to kiss the sweet tear once more again.

Perhaps I can sit
And send all my secrets to you
Think of your face
Hope all of those signals get through

Well I wrote on the water
But my words just clung to the shore
The ripples just echoed with laughter
And I wrote no more

How times have changed
But still nothing has changed after all
Time is a healer
But will always leave the wounds sore

I melted the ice
And my reasons started to flow
But when I had turned you had gone
They had nowhere to go

With glass held in hand
I sip wine from those bygone days
The bottle is empty
Now all I can see is a haze

I think of those ripples
And wonder if they have a home
Or do they just wait
To see all my words sink like a stone

Perhaps I should place
All these things I say in a boat
And build it with memories
In the hope that my words stay afloat

Attaching a message
So perhaps it might find its way
Then I’ll wait by the shore
For a reply that may come back one day

How time passes quickly by
No more than a blink of an eye
Is this really where we meet
Among so many strangers as we share a seat

It’s been sometime that we’ve last spoken
Somewhere inside memories have woken
Is it really that long ago?
I look older but I guess you know

As you can tell eventually
The years rolled on I got married as well
Feelings I have I thought went away
But seeing you now they were meant to stay

After all these years we are back on our own
And the cruelness of age has placed us here in this home
Perhaps companionship was meant to be
I know I’ve missed you but have you missed me

Yes it’s lovely to see you again
My friend
Come sit a while
A while, yes awhile

It’s so lovely to see you again
My friend
I see we’ve learnt to smile
To smile, yes to smile

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.

"when I buried hate
and then forgave
a poem grew
around the grave"


The old man appeared surly, because he WAS surly. He spent the latter part of the day as he had it's commencement, trying to fit in.

Wilbur was a town much like any other. It had once been a destination. Now it was a way to another way. Viewed from an elevated pass, it was not unlike a medical sketch of the human heart. An arterial way in, a mixing chamber .. and a road out. As with any heart, women were found there. But that's another story.

The man studied the faces of the men who drank with him. A shot glass was swallowed by his hand before his throat made sure. Cigar smoke hung heavy, and a card game pitched and rolled around the workings of his ear. All his work was done a town ago. The spoils lay in a bag by his feet under the table. Every now and then, when it took his fancy to do so, he felt down for his holster. It was a cold day in a God forsaken town, but the still warm barrel bestowed a peace on him.

The old man had wounds. The kind only whiskey could cauterise. His scars visible only to the workings of his mind. He was the second to the last one born, toiling for food on his daddy's farm, scratching an existence from dust and hopelessness.

A blacksmith will impart wisdom to a man, if you are fortunate enough to know one of even temper. Metal is very much like character. Some wilt in the furnace of tribulation, some are made stronger. Some, it turns out, are even remade by terrible pain.

The old man's story would be told in the newspapers and wanted signs. In the throats of story tellers and in the cautionary sermons of learned men. But the true nature of his business was between him and his father. He didn't rob that bank and kill those men to take something. He was giving something away.

His name.

Just before we took that final leap,
From childhood into something else,
We once again called a truce.

As the days and weeks go by,
So few, I find, are what they seemed.
But you, I know,
I wish to keep close to me.

There've been many years and changes,
Yet, somehow we've made it though.
Always friends!!!!