Best Prose Poem Poems
No holding back,keep on keeping on before the well runs dry.a persistence to say something I feel is right. Inclinations and ideals that meet in perfect harmony, form 7 inner sounds.Pulled up from what is above and contemplate the landscape of my imagination,to show but not tell.Then stimulate the underlying unsaid enigma, this poignant pause, spontaneous and satisfying reveals the beauty of our whole being.Having lit our dreams,this solitary approach ,the freedom to be alone enhances talent, allows free expression of temperament
Beauty is something we see with individual eyes,only time can reveal imperfections of conceit.Deep within our soul resides attraction ,waiting,asleep yet longing to be aroused.Our need to be recognised,reciprocate and hold close.A certain something,intercourses between eyes,a novel read by a glance ,might last a lifetime.
Experiences re-lived culled from images I've seen, books recalled,places I've seen re-fashioned, enhanced and changed emphasised and re-arranged, evoked, re-styled in shaded tones, uniquely embossed my own written out for you to see this poem trapped,within me..Now,you dear reader..set free this poem trapped within my mind,to leave it here,is it unkind? Like a caged bird it flaps around it sings its song,but makes no sound.So should it stay or be set free or ever stay a mystery ?
Trying to numb this pain to keep from going insane
Trying to rebuild my life without the strife
Trying to lose myself in a haze while praying for lesser long days
Want to feel like myself again and watch the stars roll by again
Want to feel peace deep within me, want the suffering to just let me be
Can't I feel the sun again, have fun again, be one again?
I need a break before I break because I've had about all I can take
Can't let you see the cracks since very few actually have my back
Can't let myself be torn down, can't let you see me frown, I'm not your clown
I'm working hard to elevate, not sedate and just relate
Trying my best to forget but not regret and remain set
Give me space, let me breathe please
Eventually you will be relieved for this too shall pass...
~ Author Mara Prose
You could never understand me. That's why you could never have me. Your mind is on the superficial, my love's is on the official. Flattery only gets you so far but at the end of the day, I don't have to sit around wishing on stars. My life is like a fantasy, something you could never provide for me. I sent you on your way long ago but for some reason you held out hope. I'm here to tell you now that I plan to spend my life with the man that made me his wife. Ce la vie!
~ Author Mara Prose
He tried to smother her spirit, because he was afraid her voice would carry
He wanted to own her, so he asked her to marry
He thought I'll manipulate her, convince her my way is the only way
And assert his mental control
And in her love, she followed, losing her mind and soul
His love was a projection, an expectation, that only went in one direction
She was rewarded if she complied but made to feel guilty if she denied
It wasn't all bitter, there were certainly plenty of happy times
But her voice longed to carry, leading to their demise
He set out to crush her ego, to leave her nowhere to go
For many years, she laid dormant, conforming to his dreams
And for many years, her spirit continually screamed
It wanted to be released, respected, and to see a renewal of self esteem
There were many a day that were draining, in training for his ideals
His life was her life, his wants her wants, his direction, her direction
But her voice wanted to carry, but it wanted to carry without correction
Yet this did not fit the mold
So she began to feel hollow, to wallow and eventually unfold
For the future, for the past, they tried to make it last
But alas,
His tunnel vision, lead to her decision, to open the door to freedom
The freedom to be whole, to bring back the freedom he stole
She was viewed as a destroyer; spoiled and ungrateful
He resented her resistance, he resented her voice and its reappearance
It was a threat and made him feel disdainful
Life with him was one big ultimatum, but she finally refused to take them
She began to make new demands, commands and walk across new lands
Insecurity became the measure that obliterated their treasure
She discovered the life he had planned, was of one from which she ran
Because as a young girl, her mother had made similar demands
If his love had been unconditional, then their love would have been positioned
For longevity, for perseverance, and would still be in existence
But her voice longed to carry
~ Author Mara Prose
You smile, you grin and no one sees your sins
You laugh, you play with no one there at the end of the day
The masks we wear are uniquely prepared
To keep the world guessing and hide our despair
Black, white and all alike experience life's crushing blows
Young and old, we are all the same because we all fear the untold
At the end of the day, no one can say that we are not all equally equipped to live bold
~ Author Mara Prose
Daddy you are on my mind
Daddy you were one of a kind
You made me who I am today
You said for me to always pray
I miss your stories and our long chats
I miss the way you made me laugh
I feel like I am walking in a dream
But I know you wouldn't want me to be that extreme
Oh Daddy, I wish that you were still here
We had so many plans for next year
All I can do now is carry on your legacy
And rest in the knowledge that you are at peace
I am grateful I have another angel up there on my side
I know all this pain will eventually subside
And one day soon, I will be right next to you
Walking through paradise just like we always knew
I love you dear Daddy, may God rest your soul
I will see you in my dreams and until then I will uphold
~ Author Mara Prose
the week passes
miles counted
numbers turn
as I drive
fields of gold
my reflections
of beauty
my dreams
tires sing
on a county road
memories reclaimed
with my favorite songs
the landscape shimmers
as the moon ghosts the sky
in the slant of light
perceived
in the slant of light
the moon ghosts the sky
the landscape shimmers
with my favorite songs
memories reclaimed
on a county road
tires sing
my dreams
of beauty
my reflections
fields of gold
as I drive
numbers turn
miles counted
the week passes
Catch me, mend me, break my fall
Can't take another step without trust
Won't accept sugar without substance
Catch me, mend me, break my fall
Guide the wind, smooth the storms
Make each day glorious
Catch me, mend me, break my fall
Promise to be there, stay true
Embrace me, keep the dust away
Catch me, mend me, break my fall
Make me yours
I don't want to be one of the fallen
~ Author Mara Prose
She was taken by bears;
that was the unlikely consensus -
dragged off in her sleeping bag,
tracks confirmed.
She lodged with the grizzlies,
growing sturdy, unusually hirsute
for a human girl,
but pretty in a wide-bottomed way.
Eventually she mated.
Frank Goddard and his buddy,
mistaking her form,
had her in his sights one winter.
He almost pulled the trigger
on his 30-06 Cal,
but saw that she was with cubs,
they were leaf-mossed bundles
of mewing need.
A calling wind demanded she leave
to live by herself alone.
She cried when she left the bear clan.
Many lean years past,
but she stayed in the wilderness.
Her limbs lost their ursine strength,
her body shrank,
became twiggy and hollow.
A party of campers from Cleveland
claimed to have seen her
buzzing through the tree's,
humming.
She grew wizened. No new leaf
uncurled in her, then she died.
Bob Turner found her remains
as he led a group of Eagle Scouts
over the 'Big Hole' mountain pass.
She had kept the sleeping bag,
and had made it something
she wore like an animal spirit.
Scavengers had eaten most of her,
but the bears killed the animals,
and brought them back
to lay beside her scatterings.
The Scouts took pictures
and reported the find to Rangers,
but the Chippewa Cree
had removed all sign of her death
by the time folks returned.
Wanting something new but stuck with the old
Desiring that warm, fuzzy feeling but stuck in the cold
Do I stay or do I leave?
What about all the memories?
Wish I could go back to better times
When I was yours and you were mine
The emptiness is stifling, the entire situation has become trifling
I yearn for love's burn
I crave to be saved
I worry that I've stopped crying
I worry that I've stopped trying
My indifference is an interference
He's elusive while I'm awake
How much more can I take?
The look in my eyes says it all
I'll just let the pieces fall
I'm lost without an anchor
I'm alone in a deep blue sea
I'm surrounded by beauty
But I just cannot see
My world is very turbulent
Full of blessings, lessons and to be's
I strive for equilibrium
I strive to be free
There's a new me in the making
It's extraordinary to be taking
New journeys, new paths, new places far from my past
I'm excited, I'm afraid, I'm curious and I'm shaken
But I know what is promised
is just too good to let pass
~ Mara Prose
IF ONLY
Looking back we all have regrets
about life,love and family,chances
missed, love repressed,thoughts thought
but,left unsaid.Hiding what we really
feel,held back by inhibitions,consequence of
past experiences,burnt fingers,now healed
but scarred with remembrance.Time passes
so slowly,tomorrow too soon becomes
today’s yesterday where opportunities
forgone,remain,indelible,if only..if only
and linger long.
A structured prose inspired by the theme from the film
Remains of the Day
Listen to me recite this poem on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
What intimacy is its cause,perhaps an immaculate conception of words;too swift to comprehend,see or recognise.The moment is there and then is not.Gone with the wind the seed of idea remains, to germinate and gestate,fanned by a mental fragrance of elation.Slow,self-transcending a word into a phrase, a sentence to a strophe;a rhyme rides a waterfall of cadence,into a chasm of verse. Terse or long, the sonnet becomes a little song,struggles to arrive.Thrust forth upon my page;a bastard-born of pain in the realm of the mind,replete with thoughts inspiration thrives,discerns over- spills,to reveal then configure and emerge:a fragrance to dwell,stay and perhaps haunt another