Life Prose Poetry Poems | Examples
These Life Prose Poetry poems are examples of Prose Poetry poems about Life. These are the best examples of Prose Poetry 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
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.
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
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.
THE SON IS LOVE, AND WE’RE HIS MOONS
Sooner or later,
If not before,
We all will come
To realize, God’s love
Is not a thing,
But a living spirit:
His shared gift
Of self,
Being His Son’s
Resurrection:-
What God gives
And shares
Can never
Be lost
Or taken away:-
His love is eternal,
And likewise,
Is its supremeness:
The womb of the universe,
And its Milky Way of life:-
In light,
There is no darkness.
In darkness,
There’ll always be light:
Wherever the sun shines,
It leaves behind its moon:-
God’s Son is love
And He’s chosen us,
To be His shining moons,
Ever waxing
In labors
Of His
Supreme love:-
A WOODY PREDICAMENT'S RETRIEVAL
Here stumped in the forest of life:
Where would we be without trees
And their sage planking of life?
Would, if I could, say where;
But I’m here, lost in the woods!
May the rod and staff of faith
Navigate me in liberty’s grace
In the coming branching of the
Spring of the treeing of my life;
Healing fruits of peace, love, and joy,
Bringing proverbial holly jolly retrieval:
“I once was lost, but now, I’m found:-”
Everything we experience in life
shows in our poetry -- both shallow
and deep – weeds and blossoms~
words come forth oscillating bitter/sweet
harvest, from, hopefully, an honest
sowing --
Honest words speak louder...quieter...
even silence between far more
emotive than a blaring trumpeter --
Poems affix in creative silence – before
the birthing, spirit’s cradle of incubation,
adjusting, conforming to individual rhythms
of harmonic space and time --
Individual...singular, yet cooperative --
part of the universal whole – the lightness
we experience along with overwhelming pressures
core-felt while remaining utterly unexplainable --
Consciousness, is the trickle and flood of God --
When time springs forward, and light prolongs the day
When insects like bees, mosquitoes, and wasps, gallop
into Spring, armed with weapons to annoy and sting
When birds fly North, and bears awake to hunt
When the chilly winds of Winter grow quiet,
And the Spring Season shouts for joy
When darkness fades for fear of the light
When hidden shadows are clearly exposed
When roaring thunder and frightful lightning
Give way for the entry of clear blue skies
When war and conflict succumb to calm and peace
When dastardly death unequivocally bows to life,
And cries of "Crucify him!" are replaced with the
more subdued sounds of, "My Lord and My God".
Jesus said, "It is more blessed to give than to receive".
Notwithstanding, a life of giving one's self sacrificially is pricy.
Indeed, a 'self-giving life' is rewarding but also costly.
The air in that sphere of life is like mountain air.
The higher one goes the thinner the air becomes.
People in such a high zone are rare breeds.
But thinner air does not mean a bitter life.
A giving life is by far the sweetest life.
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KUUMBA
(Creative Kwanzaa Thoughts For Today)
In the tree of life,
Let creative branches teach;
Awareness well barked:-
Let your flowers bloom,
Canvassing our destiny;
Reflecting healing:-
Pain well, life’s beauty,
Blooming in God’s great glory;
Canvassing his love:-
Be that tree of god,
Branches spread wide with his love;
Green leafs with his peace:-
UJAMAA
(Kwanza Thought For Today)
Let’s not be in drought,
Collectively plowing growth—
Juicy fruits growing:-
Sowing together,
We collectively reap more—
Barns of life well stocked:-
Farming together,
We harvest abundant crops;
Well nourishing all:-
KUJICHAGULIA
(Kwanza Thought For Today)
Ebony beauty,
Ebonic seeds of God's fruit;
Let's germinate life:-
In this life's garden,
Let us sow seeds of self-worth;
Reaping in oneness:-
The Harvest is great;
Likewise, let we reapers be;
Great in our onement:-
I love you more today.
And I'll love you better than,
What lived and was acquired yesterday?
But still, I'll love you even more tomorrow,
With the richness of incomparable love!
I accept your love today.
I carried your love more than,
The day before the present day.
And yet, you still attain your love for me,
In fulfillment, no other can do.
My soul is yours,
And your spirit be it mine.
Were we meant together for this fortune?
A perpetual life together,
Melding and weaving as one.
I love you more, Shannon! R.I.P.