Love Prose Poetry Poems | Examples
These Love Prose Poetry poems are examples of Prose Poetry poems about Love. These are the best examples of Prose Poetry Love poems written by international poets.
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
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
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"
Love can do little more than suppose
an eternity. Your charming
inspiration drawing me deeper
into The Poet’s Right of Lyric
Passage. Conclusion: a writer
only dies outside his text – each
composition a fond tease of
omnipotence.
Fear consumes – impoverishes the soul and spirit, erases love; leaving a blank slate behind for evil to emblazon its worthless hallmark. Some blood and pen can give one fame and imagined security – but not a drip of priceless love.
I hope heaven has pizza parlors, and little establishments with local craft beers. And jukeboxes with hits from the 50's. And good Italian ices. And drive-ins, and moonlight canoeing. And And And.............. The best of earth would be heaven enough for me.
The Christian who preaches
death and destruction, End
Times, is little better than the
Tyrant who says, do as the
state says, or suffer the consequences --
we are no good to heaven if we
arrive there for fear of damnation.
No sane father, beyond the years
of a child’s early development, wants his child
to fear him. Love but not fear. Love
and fear cannot coexist. Sin wants
us to fear. Love does not. Dropping
bombs or dropping damnation are one
in the same. It is man’s way, and not
the way of our nurturing God. Love
is the Light and Way of a harmonic
universe....
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.
To say I Love You
is not an overstatement
nor an understatement --
it is a Sacred Statement;
no more profound in all
the universe. To say I
Love you, is to say that
I see God in you. I behold
in you the presence and
beauty of The Almighty.
When said, know what
you are saying, the respect
and power you bestow on
another. And yourself.
To know love, is to become
Love. It is our dearest practice
and ultimate destiny.
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
Like a budding rose
Shedding it’s petals
Our love will continue to grow
Like a seed sowed in the earth
It will continue to give birth
To new foundations and beginnings
Through the harshness of winter
Through the season’s rain
We will endure the elements
Until the spring blooms again
Flourished by the sweet kiss
Of nature’s bliss
Our love will mature
For like a rose that has drunk too much water
Or has never seen the sun’s glow
It shall wither away and die
Nourished by equal amounts of care and understanding
Our love will continue to grow
Dear World
I knew a man of whom I once said,
"You are the Christ, the son of the
Living God".
I later denied him, afterwhich he
Looked at me:
Not with the eyes of "I told you so",
But with eyes that said, "I got you".
Not with the eyes of "Shame on you",
But with eyes that said, "I got this".
Not with the eyes of, "You shouldn't have",
But with eyes that said, "I'll be back".
Not with the eyes of "Guilty as charged",
But with eyes that said, "You are forgiven
Because I love you".
Sincerely,
Simon Peter
the power
of my physique
is utterly unique
this is not conceit
for as we speak
there are men
out there
willing to compete
to fall down at my feet
to be with me
not because they
want me
but because
they want me to be
the one to fulfill
their erotic fantasies
as sad
as that might be
they'll buy me expensive
jewelry
to impress me
try to entice me
with money
take me take me
to exclusive eateries
anything to please me
but the reality
it's not about me
it's about their endgame
making me
the fulfillment of
their erotic fantasies
you see
the power
of my physique
is utterly unique
which is why
I choose to remain
single and free
till the man destined
to be with me
will find me
and will fall in love
with the inner me
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:-
Time does not change --
distance and consciousness
does. Things can work for
entirely different reasons than
thought. Man has many grafted
bibles. To some, Science is a
truer messiah. Love, then, par for course,
to the same mindset, is a mere figment.
Man conjuring up what he believes he
needs – thinking what he imagines
he cannot exist without.
My well-searched opinion,
Love is not Love until it is clarified, rendered
a unifying reality. Released from the palm of
Ego Driven Grip. Freedom, a double-edged sword.
Possessing both lengths of good and evil.