Life Prose Poems | Examples
These Life Prose poems are examples of Prose poems about Life. These are the best examples of Prose Life poems written by international poets.
Sarumino -BASHO MONKEYS RAINCOAT is unique in Renku ,the ancient collaborative form(36 stanza linked verse poems)with examples from Basho(and his disciples...)namely Winters First shower/Summer moon/Katydid/and Plum young herbs, considered to the most typical of Basho's mature style conveying his attitude to life & compiled during his 1689 'Back Roads' pilgrimage ,the translator/editor adds both a cultural commentary for each stanza therein and an index of informative notes thereto
A haikuist was Matsuo Basho
his masterwork,Kasen *you know
He practiced this long poetic sequence
a 36 stanza poem recited in length
*www.jstor.org/stable/2718744
A dawn chorus of unfamiliar birdsong woke me before first light. I had slept well despite the night sounds of a nightjar and the heavy breathing of unseen animals beyond my tent. Before exhaustion finally claimed me, a feeling of inevitability had washed over me.
we can't change circumstances
embracing moments
taking stock
we are either the hunter or the hunted
what part do we play
in the dance of life?
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:-
Writer William Ernest Henley
a little known poet was he
'Invictus' * his claim to fame
inspiration** the name of the game(s)
A stoic due to illness & hospitalisation his poem *(s) & (life)became an inspirational name for the 'games' ,Mandela,RL Stevenson& Butterworth the composer..William's (born 1849 died 1903)Invictus' verse ,four abab quatrains, was written in 1875.
OF FAITHFUL FORTIFIED FEET
In the chill
of the night,
pining, piercing pain,
took its toll on the spirit
of my weary pedals:
swollen, aged feet,
seeking Hannibal-like
courage to meet
new sunrise challenges
tomorrow will bring
to a primed soul
still sojourning
struggle:-
Pray tell,
it’ll be God’s will,
that these
worn soles,
will stand
my worn soul,
perpendicular
to the worn
soil of life:
keeping me
in elephant-walking calmness,
in another blessed day, sacredly
still sojourning the struggles of life—
struggles, God streams us overcoming:-
Nightingale: "You can never laugh if you don't know how to smile. If you learned how to bow, everybody can be pleased without your wile."
African grey: "If I can whistle or sing, will I be heard and liked?"
Nightingale: "If you can dance even without singing, the World will dance with you too if the World can feel your stomp!"
Words, expressions of thoughts
Words expressions of the hearts abundance
Words are the collaborations of the tongue and the mind
We live in a world of where words are manipulated
Words that produce strife and conflict
W that words that bring forth peace and restrain
Words of hate and discrimination put millions of Jews
to the gas chambers
Words set in motion brought about the Iiberation and liberty
of mankind
From the words that enslaved and oppressed to words that
set free and love.
(Written on the 10th of November 2015)
A forty- nine line poem (which is rated no 19 in PS top 100 love poems listing) that is visually improved in those versions thereof that drop the stanza breaks & leave off the quirky numerical side numbering ( in this version presented here by PS) which merely disrupts both reading & reciting ..as does the traditional first word line capitalisation of what otherwise is a valiant poetic attempt to capture the fundamentals of the key human life aspiration
WILL S Sonnet 71
A typical Shakespearean (quatorze 12+2) sonnet form- with no title (preferring the verse to speak for itself:traditional first word capitalisation: in three abab quatrains for the body (meat of its content) :with the couplet (goto it)summary.In this case in an negative (selfish?) epitaph like ' voice from the grave ' advice to his once loved one to 'let your love even with my life decay' a half empty ' sentiment perhaps to a lost love rather than 'widowed' one.
We fought with monsters and became monsters fighting the insane acting out in strange displays dancing nonsense in a cave imprisoned by a thousand lies we designed to contain a willful child, and with hammer blows and the whips we made ourselves better slaves then the slaves who came before with fevered dreams drunken prose spoken lost and broken noses, broken skulls, broken bones tore through flesh, the fear, the fear, I miss my friends, those younger days, it seemed to me we would never grow old, tired. VIXI.
Poem 17 Note. . . vixi liber et moriar: "I have lived free and I will die free"
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.
The miracle of birth alone
For unto you can only be known
Now your arduous journey has begun
Like a flower blossoming under the sun
The pain and emotions you go through and endure
A love unsullied and so pure
And the source of strength you somehow derived
Till your new born arrived
For unto one’s life is born another
There is no love greater than that of a mother
The time set aside in life for friends, it seems to me, comes to an end in much the same way for many people – at any rate, I have never read or heard of anyone expressing surprise at this, but I have read several disappointed confessions, and rather verbose ones at that (notably by Frisch). And what do I have in common with this person now, sounds a rhetorical question, and the answer is instantly provided by silence. But what is even funnier is that the time set aside for oneself also comes to an end in a similar way. We cease to take an interest in ourselves, rituals easily erode meaning, life signifies only itself, and not just in moments of peace, but always, every minute.
Tentatively, I feel winters chill on my windowpane
where yesterday, rustling autumn vitality was framed.
Now, foggy glass often traps my clear view of summers
sunshine times and my dear ones no longer alive.
Spring still appears sweet cast as my inner child asks.
Everyone’s lifelong voyage cruises diversely
towards and from all meant gained, lost or
missed. Earth waters mask complexities, gifts
and rifts bound to astound us with our
surfaced share. New horizons tantalize our
brightest dreams while some island sights paralyze.