Prostrate Poems - Poems about Prostrate

... Nostalgia, my sometimes-friend, an unwavering realist, visits from time to time with a flood of memories centering around the polar opposites that were~~Daddy. This daughter's mind's eye ......Read the rest...

...I stood at the bus stop deciding which way to go and I look towards the East and my adrenaline starts to flow, the traffic was going one way and wind was blowing the other way, and perspiration start......Read the rest...

...Oh Lady, you make my head wobbly spin. Don’t show such a harsh contemptuous grin. I fall prostrate at your feet. From you, expect a fair treat. Your sole unshared love, can I ever win!......Read the rest...

...Line of enquiry: “God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart Breath by breath thus that my s......Read the rest...

...(I am ALIVE) MY FATHER GRACED ME Early on before the dawn I lay prostrate horizontal I spoke aloud, I thank God. That I'm alive, I alive I see The darkness before the light; I felt my c......Read the rest...

... I once wrote a poem without metaphors, only words to console a lonely soul lost in melancholic moods in thoughts of those gone to soon without a note or goodbye. Pondering how to probe in ......Read the rest...

...As the sun sinks past a white picket fence, still, toils an ingrained meaning all had sworn, past distinct dead plus dying, still, naught sense, prostrate souls taxes, lain of blood-stained worn. ......Read the rest...

... I'm breathing like the sun in black horizons, but internal embers burn in invisible ignorance. Tired from being constantly raped by life, I've become ashamed of veiled emotions, confused betw......Read the rest...

...Humours turn acrid near The silent seer. Escaping absentees scamper Further down the hole that holds their likeness Extinguish | fatal obscurant | visions. | fata obscura | ......Read the rest...

... "3 Days Before the Fall" When the 3 days of darkness came, we were ill prepared, still the sky was blue not a cloud in sight the sun lit the day well ......Read the rest...

...They all kneel down on the temple floor praying to Allah for more; thousands of them dressed in long gown beating on the ground and their long beard soaked with sweat dripping on the mat while they t......Read the rest...

...Pouring out my heart, it’s devoid of all blood Perhaps more knotted, resembling of redwood Splinters and shavings, fall away with each thud Can’t escape this logjam, only wish I could Pouring......Read the rest...

...There is this part of me that is moving on, the part of me that you cannot see, is pushing me, and is trotting in the deep. It is always at work in wee hours of the morning and just before dawn when ......Read the rest...

...Hello, God! Clarity of vision, and purpose in thought, never so divine than when found prostrate, flat on our backs, and looking up, with nothing more to lose. He......Read the rest...

...He wandered in the wilderness from enemies, to save his life. Prostrate, he cried out to confess his sins and pled for end of strife. Though lonely, he knew God was near to shield him and assuag......Read the rest...