Earth Prose Poems | Examples
These Earth Prose poems are examples of Prose poems about Earth. These are the best examples of Prose Earth poems written by international poets.
JUST BE YOU
A Praying Mantis
Can’t be a butterfly;
Nor can a moth
Be a hiving be:-
Know that it’s not
What you are,
But who you are: God’s
Unmistakable child:-
Don’t ever strive to be
What others think
You ought to be;
Rather, always be
That great creature
God created you to be:-
Let the cosmic essence
Of your glorious being,
Forever be a shining star,
Enlightening terrestrial Earth
With God’s peace and love:-
Being who you are,
Is God’s divine purpose
Of your blessed being:
The creator of grace,
Peace, and love,
Never has, and never will,
Make a mistake:-
Thus, never attempt to
Exit who and whose you are:-
Summer’s End
The sun begins to set a little earlier now—
a gentle breeze brushes past my suntanned face and
I walk briskly on the sand which feels cool beneath my feet.
My pace quickens, like the prance of a Cat on the prowl.
Once home, the trees which line the street on which I live
stand majestically tall. No longer still, they begin to
sway to the music of the gentle breeze which softly touches
and fondles the leaves with a caress that only the breeze can give.
The air envelopes me, telling me it’s cooler than before—
and I run to the place that I call home,
Glad to be sheltered from something I feel in the air—
from a sky whose sun, today, will shine no more.
I pause in the house whose windows openly beckon the freshness of the crisp breeze as it quietly enters, gently pushing aside the ruffled curtains, and as it filters through the rooms—
I suddenly realize, it’s Summer’s End!
SUMMER RAIN
God cried today
His tears fertilizing
The womb of
Mother Earth:
The wet smell
Of nature’s essence
Saturated the air
As moist breeze blew
Breath of new life
Into dried hopes
Wilted in despair:-
The rainy season
Of life has begun:
Maybe love’s peace
Will hollow her footprints
In the canvassing mud:-
There is music in the silence, in the rest of unheard notes. That is where I hold my breath. Where the universe spins out its code for me to read. I watch as the unfallen sky reveals her mystery. Language unfolds in choreography, dancing between each blink of intention.
But I have questions
If time is not real, then what are we?
Poison and the cure, she screams at crashing volumes. No one sees.
I lay in the soporific sequel, turning over in the concavity of restlessness. Trials of the past collide with warm static forming variations of need. They are all tied to strings. She strums them with shades of night. The unfallen sky weeps. No one is listening.
Stress cannibalizes stones hungry for frailty but each is weighted in expectation. High caloric bites of the unknown. Bitter tones of perceived reality. The answer is in everything we devour. In the stillness of cognition yet all we do is eat.
The mother feeds
The mother weeps
Begging for her witness
As they all sleep soundly in her suffering
THE WAKE WITHOUT VIGIL
Time longer than rope
Chokes hearts dangling
In the reality of struggle:-
Grieving mothers and widows
Veil their grief in sagging bosoms
As they wail in excruciating silence:-
Fragments of men, void of hope,
View and count communal graves
Swelling with dirt burying the dead:-
(Buried are “The Wretched Of The Earth”)
In the neap tides of sorrows,
Mourners wade the airy blood
Of the children of Pilate’s hands:-
In the stale winds of time, “woe is me”
Cries the forsaken land–lamenting scriptures—
Echoing Freneau: “They saw their country’s woe:-”
Stacked like molded bread slices,
Decaying bodies release spores
Of death to weary eyed mourners:-
Like an aching bosom’s colloidal tears,
Life sags on, and Sisyphus-like children
Sit under the warrior ghost of lingering hope:
(Indeed, “At this wake…none keep vigil…None:-”)*
*A line from the poem, RECESSION, by Wole Soyinke
The ending of your salvation
Is the ending of your life
Like Lazarus he's very poor
He wear sack cloth, he's sick
He only eat the crumbs under the rich man's table
The rich man has all the things in life
He is famous, he's powerful, he's respected
Death is the equalizer of life
Lazarus died, the rich man also died
Lazarus died angel came and bring Lazarus to heaven
The rich man died, for few seconds
He open his eyes and he's in the torment of hell
The rich man made so much request to Abraham
To send Lazarus to send back to Earth and preach to his 5 brothers
The rich man became an Evangelist this time
Requesting somebody must preach repentance to his house
To know avail his request wasn't granted
No more rewinding of life, no turning back my friends
We have given 70 years on Earth
To find that salvation in our life
If you can't, negotiate to Him, pray to God
If you find that salvation, repent and surrender
Sign the covenant and do His will no matter what.
Life here on Earth is just a dream
Nothing is permanent, all is transitory
Your dream is a nightmare
If your soul is not save
Our soul is the only permanent within us
Your soul is the real you
Your soul needs salvation
Your life can help your soul to find real rest
The main reason why we are here is to find that salvation
It is appointed to all once to die
After that is the judgment.
If you can't find salvation,
Your soul will suffer the consequence in hell
That's why He said, Buy of me gold tried in the fire.
The gold is the Word of God.
And if I proved that stars
are not far away, just smaller,
would that make wishing
and believing less popular?
Would the sun and moon
then seem larger, perhaps large
enough, for all people to share,
and our earth a giant blessing
worth together saving? What
is size anyway? God
can be an infinitesimal concentrate
or large as a universe – would that
change His and our love for one
another, raise or lower us a degree
in any direction? Senses can
deceive...but deep, abiding love
is nowhere and everywhere, timeless
and indestructible.
The human form is a vehicle...a housing -- yet a temple, through which The Divine can manifest his glorious kingdom on earth...when and if we act accordingly, direct our "Us" tenant spirits to behave righteous thus fully representative of Christ. A Light victory, over the sphere of lifeless darkness.
I’ve long since been gone but now I wish to return, if you’ll let me. I was down the thorny path, in the woodchipper, stuck in time, dancing into deed. It’s no match, a man with a curse vs a man with a heart. Its ten to zero, ones not even fighting. We’ve seen the underbelly of the storm cloud, flashing with scowling bolts of canary yellow. Cried onto the flat pale of the earth. So that the ponds and lakes filled like eyes trying to sting away tears. Mothers and fathers have seen tougher times. You’ve toughed out the times, but I've looked the other way. I still want to hold you until the mourning doves set the stage for the sun. We can watch a movie together and forget that it’s on. There will be peace. When it’s all said and done there won’t even be a hatchet.
O blackish-blue-eyed girl
with eyes lined with ember,
who dreams of clouds
and endless skies,
Let me gaze into your eyes,
once more,
as they bloom like a flower,
pulling me into their depths.
O girl with captivating eyes,
grant me the chance
to love you once again.
A violent storm arose,
dust swirled, veiling the earth,
and in the sky,
I saw your mesmerizing eyes,
drawing me into you,
like a black hole.
My soul left its home,
and merged with you,
the black hole faded
into the abyss of space.
ka~rum
Deception is all around us, in our environment, leaders, in our own very hearts. Think of the Free Will you imagine you have. If 10 objects are placed on a table, you have a free choice of choosing? No, you are yet restricted to the ten and the table you did not create. Think of the Earth?! There is only one way of having true free will...and that is if this cycle of earth environment we actually created ourselves, a reflection of our own combined spiritual development and progression of consciousness. God created us His Children, Heirs -- not His helpless offspring -- begging and graveling in the soil. Don't think for one moment, that Father's first plan for this creation, was for us to survive like carnivorous animals, creatures tearing other creatures apart in order to feed and have strength for violent procreation. There are better ways, and there will be no Second Coming until we make proper use of the First. Or our God is finally fed-up with the lot of us. Have we lived the First? The Christ example?
OH HELL ON EARTH IS HERE!
The fire next time...
is now here with its ember...,
soaring through the skies…
Evacuation
has become from hell to hell
in the palisades…
Flames of hell on earth,
ape bastard suns in the night;
reality stunned:-
Hell’s fire flaming…
Perspective being consumed;
Hope being burned up…
It’s winter, but hot!
Like hell, fires love all seasons;
Devastation pleased:-
(A MLOKU)*
What a magnificent canvassing God gave us in the sky tonight;
The full moon and all the constellations glowing hypnotically;
With the oceans and the seas below, reflecting this glorious sight:-
*A 3-line poem with each line
having 17 syllables and the 1st
and 3rd line ending in a rhyme;
focus may be on both nature &
human nature.