Grandparents Prose Poetry Poems
These Grandparents Prose Poetry poems are examples of Prose Poetry poems about Grandparents. These are the best examples of Prose Poetry Grandparents poems written by international poets.
My Own Personal Christmas Lights
10th grade, 11th grade,
I had a red jeep once,
my husband rigged it up with
Christmas lights on the running board.
I was puffed up about it.
My grandparents had the best
Do Your Grandchildren A Favor
grandchild, grandparents, school,
In the olden days at school the only time we heard squealing in elementary class was when Kitty wore a new hair bow like ours,...
I Wonder If Its Too Late To Do It All Over Again
I wonder if fate had me pegged all along life’s path. My sagging smile and breasts, still lifting though depressed. My husband and I adapt...
culture, family, farm, happiness,
I grew up and out on a four family-owned,
extended matriarchal farm.
Four interdependent 1940s through 1970s patriarchally managed businesses,
without substantial questions about who should wear...
Until I opened up
*UNTIL* *I* *OPENED* *UP*
I think I'm open
In the sense that i Outwardly Portray External Nonsense
Oh yes! I'm OPEN!
But what about the inside?
adventure, earth, happiness, home,
I find my entertainments close to home
as nothing could be more wildly hilarious
and downright curious
than my own complex teenagers
who sometimes speak
and do their math
Hey ye juvenile rose
childhood, children, depression, emotions,
Dedicated to those teens, out of desperation end up committing extreme acts, ending life. My dear sweet children keep one point in your mind. Life...
I am not a whore
grandparents, growing up, lust,
I am not my grammar
My English may be poor
But I am a straight talker, woman of my word
My speech conveys much meaning and wisdom
Here We Are
earth, health, lost, love
Here we are huddling together,
neither our collective nightmare
nor our communal wetdream.
At our best,
struggling together with future and past health
at our worst competing against each...
Sandwich Blues Generation
black african american, culture,
Sometimes it feels easier to throw my younger generation
in with my older generation
and walk away,
as quickly as possible,
without drawing undue attention to my own eagerness
Backyard Politics of Love, etc
earth, happy, health, humanity,
By now this self-analytical Left mindbody lens grows thin
imagining dualistic cultural dominance,
rationally defaulting to either-or assumptions
supposedly proving either x or y
does notnot also equal...
Life According To Me
evil, god, grandparents, marriage,
Life According To Me
I have observed that some of the shortest lives contributed so much more than most. We all have known of many...
business, care, career, child,
Working from morning till the noon,
Outside the house under the sky blue,
To earn the leisure and comforts of life,
With friends, family and beloved wife.
THE SPIRITS OF LELAND, MISSISSIPPI
black african american, color,
They were deceive by their city government.
They were people that were burden by the struggles of the universe. [Image]
No one knew.
It just was their...
angel, bereavement, dream, family,
I dreamt you
in golden threads of sunlight;
streaming, dancing, mingling with
dreamt you calling,
singing out my name in your regal orcan tongue...
dreamt you in each face...
childhood, children, family, grandparents,
With childhood eyes, reflecting
Clear mountain day, remembering
Fresh cut hay, reviving
Together we’d play, etching
Memories never to be forgotten
The morning crisp, awakening
Aromas hint, of baking
Your My Dear Friend
community, culture, dad, daughter,
We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,
Any day when you are sick or hurting
A Silver Sixpence
christmas, christmas, night, grandparents,
On a cold frosty night the moon hung in the dark sky like a silver sixpence,
Waiting for a bus that seemed to be hours late,...
Bethnal Green 1850
history, beautiful, beautiful, morning,
It is a Sunday morning in spring the bright sun shines in Bethnal-green,
Wander along a path between the church, the railway towards Whitechapel,
For one day...
Memories of grandparents-2
A twelve year old boy, village-bred and very shy
Having but token familiarity with buses, routes and places
Escorts his mom’s mom, very...