Prose Love Poems | Examples
These Prose Love poems are examples of Love poems about Prose. These are the best examples of Love Prose poems written by international poets.
John Donne* (1572 – March 31, 1631 Jacobean poet, satirist, lawyer and preacher/cleric in the Church of England considered the founding figure of the so-called metaphysical poetry movement dwells in this 6/8/6/8 lined quatrain of stanzas on love the other topic on which his well deserved 'master' poet' reputation famously rests.His analytical mind draws out universal truths recognised by we favoured with true love experientially our lives
*English cleric one John Donne
oneday his poetics had just begun
A master of verse so erotic
so divine & metaphysique
AHOY!
It’s not a foregone conclusion,
but a stinging reality: Even porcupines
master love, without making pain
a subsidiary organism:-
Though the pain of love's waves
may froth ashore, waves will recede
and froth will eventually dissipate
with healing evaporation: Leaving a sea
of memories floating on the ocean of life:-
Thoughtfully watered, always keep in mind,
you’re the captain of your soul, and
the blown wind in its sail:- And remember,
though docked and anchored, you can still
set sails for tomorrow—getting ready today:-
Ahoy, Matey! Be in winds of sailing grace:-
The answer is woven
into silence – why speak?
It is already said
the air too thick to further
breathe speeches' necessity --
one has spent the words,
the best of them and the
worst, and now must live
what aspiration inked --
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Sometimes I wait...not really
a poem has its own necessity
therein
Some leap, others crawl into
activity
in common they will not stop
Love and poetry are conjoined
as the would-be poet is soon
to learn
One must fondle even his hates
Attended words so unlike those
circumscribed prose….
I heard the quiet breaking of your heart
soft as rain against a darkened room
I stood in the doorway (cracked slightly) asking only
if there was space enough for me to come in and talk
You said you were alright through falling tears
but pain had made your voice too small to hide
So, I sat with you in the tender moment
and let the storm spend itself inside
We spoke until the night grew comfortable
until your sorrow loosened little by little
And when I told you I had cared for years
it was not to claim you, only to be truthful
For love, if it is worthy of its name
does not rush a wounded heart along
It waits beside your heart with open hands
and whispers, "I have loved you since we were young"
Love can do little more than suppose
an eternity. Your charming
inspiration drawing me deeper
into The Poet’s Right of Lyric
Passage. Conclusion: a writer
only dies outside his text – each
composition a fond tease of
omnipotence.
Fear consumes – impoverishes the soul and spirit, erases love; leaving a blank slate behind for evil to emblazon its worthless hallmark. Some blood and pen can give one fame and imagined security – but not a drip of priceless love.
Fifty words is quite a few
But way too few to say
I love you.
Flowery prose is quite nice
and poet’s pen writes it twice
But I will say it thrice…
Every dream begins with you
My heart beats just for you
My soul has peace because of you.
I hope heaven has pizza parlors, and little establishments with local craft beers. And jukeboxes with hits from the 50's. And good Italian ices. And drive-ins, and moonlight canoeing. And And And.............. The best of earth would be heaven enough for me.
The Christian who preaches
death and destruction, End
Times, is little better than the
Tyrant who says, do as the
state says, or suffer the consequences --
we are no good to heaven if we
arrive there for fear of damnation.
No sane father, beyond the years
of a child’s early development, wants his child
to fear him. Love but not fear. Love
and fear cannot coexist. Sin wants
us to fear. Love does not. Dropping
bombs or dropping damnation are one
in the same. It is man’s way, and not
the way of our nurturing God. Love
is the Light and Way of a harmonic
universe....
I do not write to you
to prove the Bible --
I appeal to you to prove
your own heart. The
Truth of who you are,
your immortal purpose
and destiny, written
on the sacred velum of
your gifted soul. I
write to you, wishing that
you may prosper from introduction
to the almighty substance of your spirit.
I write to you not as a
prophet, nor self imagined
demigod...but as a brother
in the body of Christ. I
write to you that we may
share Love’s positive affirmation.
Nothing worthwhile keeps when
expressed and stored outside
the Essence of Love.
To say I Love You
is not an overstatement
nor an understatement --
it is a Sacred Statement;
no more profound in all
the universe. To say I
Love you, is to say that
I see God in you. I behold
in you the presence and
beauty of The Almighty.
When said, know what
you are saying, the respect
and power you bestow on
another. And yourself.
To know love, is to become
Love. It is our dearest practice
and ultimate destiny.
One afternoon in the Oink world...
Ionik: Oink oink...! (I will always keep you. You are my one and only you!)
Bionik: "Toink yoink!"
Like a budding rose
Shedding it’s petals
Our love will continue to grow
Like a seed sowed in the earth
It will continue to give birth
To new foundations and beginnings
Through the harshness of winter
Through the season’s rain
We will endure the elements
Until the spring blooms again
Flourished by the sweet kiss
Of nature’s bliss
Our love will mature
For like a rose that has drunk too much water
Or has never seen the sun’s glow
It shall wither away and die
Nourished by equal amounts of care and understanding
Our love will continue to grow
Cat speaks to me
Bloodless meows
And tranquil purrs —
We share a bond of trust
Though no common language
No prose, no poetry;
No organs or bells yet
Clearly sensed a collective chant —
Spirit knows our true cappella
Dialect skins, and beneath the Peelings —
The gown I wore was stitchery sown art
and you were styled in handsome tailored clothes.
First song we heard that touched our giddy hearts
we claimed as our enchanting love sung prose.
Our young fair faces wished to boldly chance
the feel our eyes both surmised as real.
How flushed my blush was when you asked to dance
and took my hand for waltzing romance zeal!
Our sweetheart tender courting days were blessed
with passionately peaked romantic songs.
Years tuned our music to medleys expressed
to sing for stars that gifted love so strong.
Time still plays gold toned notes to serenade
our stardust filled hearts living love portrayed.