Love Prose Poems | Examples
These Love Prose poems are examples of Prose poems about Love. These are the best examples of Prose Love poems written by international poets.
I fondly recall lovely Spring mornings!
Breakfast was light, cup of fresh brewed
coffee, enjoyed on our airy back porch --
You suggested lunch, why not straight from
the garden? We tasted, spoke of the advantage
of no pesticides while gathering greens and
fruits. Dinner was with fine wine at a local
Italian restaurant we often frequented.
The chief’s daughter played on her violin
our favorite, Meditation from Thais --
Life was no less complicated but easier
to navigate, with pilot and co-pilot taking
turns. Maybe Heifetz and Massenet in Heaven?
My mother’s Eggplant Parmesan!? Dad said he
would never make it. Like to think we all
eventually do? Put in a good word for me.
See you soon.
Keats fiancée Fanny Brawne
This love,unconsummated,is left
upon our lips.in poems few,
sweet words of passion,bereft-
contentment,neither knew
Bright Star -Story of Fanny Brawne&John Keats see the movie for more
Like himself,just five feet tall
but Fanny was his all 'n all,
Until death's forboding ,made it's call;
Just letters left for us to hear,
They cannot but ,bring forth a tear
A tribute to John Keats (the poet) and his sweetheart Fanny Brawne
and the courtship trgically ended by John's too early death.
Here is an extract from one of his letters to Fanny-
Pillowed upon my fair-love,ripening breast
To feel for ever its soft swell and fall
Awake forever in a sweet unrest
Still,still to hear her tender breath
CHRISTINA R
Close to the Pre-Raphael sect
All proposals to wed,she did reject;
Her fame excels in retrospect-
A spinster,quiet,pious and chaste
Such talents were,not left to waste.
The talented Christina Rossetti
wrote carols and much poetry.
Married love elluded her,I'm afraid,
the poor lass dying as a spinster maid
Ben Jonson's four linked rhymed couplet 'To Celia' in 'olde English' with the much mis-quoted second line is perhaps the most famous penned love plea still relevant & pertinent today in this eternal & often misunderstood of everyday relationships
Ben Jonson a bricklayer by trade
poetics then came to his aid
He loved the epigrammatic quatrain
as they did not need to tax his brain
Ben penned a poem of love
a plea for the recovery thereof
He used olde English to make a play
requesting Celia to make his day
Her suffering was her currency as she would trade in sympathies among a band of devils driven wild by their needs to be possessed and to possess in a world seldom fair being built in complications simple heads never seem to ever understand and.
She was Magnificent.
They way she tore me down. Only one other thing had ever hurt me more.
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:-
To Elizbeth Barrett Browning
invalidity from riding did bring
Putting aside this tragic hurt
she elope to marry her Robert
Her Petrachan sonnet we see
an abba abba then cdecde
A sestet follows the octave
a love poesy we all crave
twin souls was her song
heart to heart,all the day long
BEQUEATHED SHOES…
I’m walking in the shoes
Of my father’s father’s Father:-
I never had to tie them,
Though I had to bend down
To slip them on:-
I never wanted to take them off;
In them, my soul joyously walked.
Their soles walked me over hate–
Footprinting it with each loving step;
Leading me to the blessed waters
To wash feet in labors of love:-
May my children likewise walk
In the shoes of their father’s Father.
A consecutive (see Aug 27)'Neruda' poetic (rather proving plus ca change.plus la meme chose) so clearly selected by some automatic process..so a similar comment! ...a short poem put into words as a 'love letter' today but.. still in shapeless irregular lines .
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"
We are that we are that we might align as God’s designed, divine
boned souls; therefore, I am that I am that I might become all that
Spirit deems my possibilities to don and grow from.
As golden light inside earthly flesh status and matters, I densely
stumble through life’s living maze to either be conquered and
triumphant, or conquered and redundant. Only when confined
do most seek to break out and realize the divine tools we all
possess in the recesses of the ‘I am’ we are.
I am my soul’s potential of light, love and joy thus existential
credentials are essential for realizations of my nature. Intuitive
insight pulses layers of intoxicating rushes that inform and
discern the terms of who I am now and endowed to further be.
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)
Poet ,Maya Angelou, born Marguerite Annie Johnson, a Pulitzer Prize-winner who was also a dancer, an actress and a singer.A simple ten liner about those ' long-ago rooms ' we poets love to recall in what ever style we prefer..be it rhymed short verse or open style used here in a succinct list form .Memorable memories materialised.
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