Proses Poems - Poems about Proses

...Stop taking. just take a minute to stay still. A calm mind is what I crave. The very bliss of life. Although with out thought there is mistake. To much thought and your mind goes blank. Where i......Read the rest...

...CONNIE MARCUM WONG From this mound of earth, this greatest rose grows Poetic words wrote, within their own unique proses No greater lady: whose love melted into our hearts Not easy to write t......Read the rest...

...Captain of the most distant islands living poem among my proses that each one was exchanging for roses with moonlight and wandering mornings II You loved as few have loved with sea madness an......Read the rest...

...Red proses reluctantly fall. All of its thorns spike every fault, In a carnage only you and I call, Now locked in my love-torn vault. Imprisoned writings of lore, Will finally give way To the......Read the rest...

...Storyteller weaves his tales throughout my mind and heart. He alchemies my leaden days into golden thoughts. We soar above the shrinking earth on word-filled wings at night, glide on intellec......Read the rest...

...I'm a writer, a sucker for flowery words Creating poetry and proses I can afford, Then we met and everything changed My mind went idle, empty in a snap Hands frozen, heart trembling, begging to ......Read the rest...

...Here I am-- again Grabbing my pen, scribbling my pain Into bleeding and excruciating words That might end up killing me. Damn, I need to let this out! I need to release all the dramas and doubt......Read the rest...

...Simple or fancy? Sordid or prance-y? Lily or roses? Tiptoes on proses? What kind of poem will my mind see today? What will happen if I stop to pray? Trixie, my muse, is laughing right now. She......Read the rest...

...My Muse! My muse is not an imaginary being made up by ancient civilizations saying that inspiration for everything comes from supernatural beings different ones assigned to different things inst......Read the rest...

...It was a magical time. It was youth and exuberance; It was excitement and discovery; it was innocence. It is now just memory, ah, but once it was the reality of sunshine and butterflies. The seeming......Read the rest...

...What Wasted Wastes! Wasted debates Wasted dialogues Wasted breathes Wasted efforts Wasted energies Wasted times Wasted days Wasted weeks Wasted months Wasted years Wasted lifetimes Wast......Read the rest...

...Poetry is breathing out graces of the heart; for unlike other writing, such exhalation transcends words: whether scented with sulfur or mint de jour poetry is the soul’s lure dangling immo......Read the rest...

...In our crimson embers lie the snowflakes In our snowflakes rise our whispers In the downward valley You asked Where are gone the embers My bird asks your roses The maniac cucumber ......Read the rest...

...Sympathetic purpled eyed Suzan influenced by what came before it ......Read the rest...

...MY BELOVETH How beautiful are thy feet my beloved You navel is like a round goblet Your two breast are like the young roes Those are twins Your faces is like the morning stars Your eyes pros......Read the rest...