Grandmother Prose Poems
These Grandmother Prose poems are examples of Prose poems about Grandmother. These are the best examples of Prose Grandmother poems written by international poets.
Seasonal Fashion Tips Categories: clothes, seasons,
Not a poem but, I believe, an invaluable fashion guide
for all those style-challenged among you.
I'm in a most generous, fiddle-playing, all-dancing,
skip-to-my-lou, kinda mood.
So don't even...
Twelve and Kind-Hearted Categories: prose, grandchild, grandmother, grandson,
He is twelve and kind-hearted.
I agree to try another video game because I love him.
He keeps giving me glowing reviews.
“You are doing well, grandma!”
Put it in your Room my Dad Orders Categories: prose, scary,
Loveable clowns. Doing tricks. Exciting grownups.
I am four. They terrify me. Their faces looks weird.
I hate their red lips.
Reminds me of blood.
More afraid of them...
Incessant Talkers Bother Me Categories: prose, 10th grade, 11th grade,
incessant talkers bother me.
I leave the room upon their arrival,
not caring if I hurt their feelings, for I know they
do not notice, it always being...
Let It Be Written Categories: blessing, children, christian, family,
If you saw something beautiful in a people, a place, a thing;
If you heard about something captivating and fantastic;
If you felt something soothing and...
My grandfather's rose bush Categories: prose, england, family, grandfather, tribute,
Grandfather's rose bushes
My grandfather loved his roses. He would care for them and ensure they survived the Winter. He was...
Dream Series: Naughty Grandmas XXX Categories: prose, age, dream, funny, grandmother,
Last night I dreamed Rhonda and I were so desperate for income that we either started or were hired by a grandma sex hotline.
Categories: courage, emotions, grandmother, loneliness,
DEAR GRAND-MAMAN Categories: appreciation, devotion, grandmother, i
You had such an impact in my life, especially in my formative years.
You taught me how to sew at the age of...
Categories: bible, christian, christmas, family,
Baby Girl Categories: prose, baby, daughter, father daughter,
Your smile is my ray of hope
The light at the end of my tunnel
The rainbow on my cloudy day
Your smile my daughter...
In PostTrumpian Times Categories: prose, culture, health, history, humor,
Once upon a time
Earth was formed
by Yang light radiance
and Yin moonlight flow of tidal grace.
From Her Eastern hemisphere tidal waves
and deep ocean rivers,
prevailing winds and...
Thanks GRANDMA Categories: prose, care, childhood, cute love,
I don't know when it happened.
I don't know when she came,
But she's the one I always knew,
Grandma was her name.
She taught me how to tie...
Summer '72 Categories: prose, grandmother, memory, mental illness,
There was an oak tree in the front yard,
and my baseball in the gutter,
there was a cookie jar full of cookies,
made with Crisco, never butter.
THE AILING QUEEN- EPILOGUE Categories: grandmother, grandson, love,
It's been a year since Oliver
saved the the Queen’s life.
And so much has changed
within a year.
Oliver and Dr. Belinda started
dating. And were married
THE ALING QUEEN- PART 7 Categories: family, grandmother, love,
Dr. Belinda tested Oliver extensively
and to everybody's surprise he was
a perfect match. Oliver nearly fainted
when he heard the exciting news.
“ Belinda I don't...
Listening for FireStorms Categories: prose, absence, blessing, happiness, health,
Always respect this combination of fire and wind,
she tentatively said,
after having listened for healthy and pathological winds
regenerating and degenerating,
investing in and divesting of,
yeasty flames of...
THE AILING QUEEN- PART FOUR Categories: absence, evil, mother, sad,
Oliver came to the final decision, that he
would never find the long lost son of the
queen.He searched and searched but
continued to hit...
A Day Well Finished Categories: prose, moon, native american, night,
A Day Well Finished
At the closing of the day:
As the shadows fade from light.
I pause for a moment to pray;
Before welcoming in the night.
Childhood Categories: cousin, grandmother, love, poetry,
Thinking of the old days, the people and places. There are so many memories, there are so many faces. There were hard times a plenty...