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Published on 27th July 2014 8:36am
Written by ghostiewostie
It hurts me to see you so broken over someone who left you mangled, with your heart barely intact. I let you pour yourself over me, you stumbled through your words. They were sharp and jagged against my ears and caused me much inquietude. To hear about the feelings you had for someone other than I was insufferable. I guess I was just being selfish though. Like usual.
Our circumstances are, as we both know, quite odd. My feelings for you grew more rapid and thick than the weeds from my neighbors yard that spill through the cracks of my fence. I'm looking at them now as I recall the...
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Published on 27th July 2014 7:55am
Written by ghostiewostie
I often find myself attempting to steady my heartbeat to the slow, constant ticks of the defective clock on my wall. I never did bother to fix that damn thing. I imagine each beat of the clock as a drum roll preparing me for an event that could change the fate of my life. Continuously I am let down. Why do I feel like my life is building up to nothing? Every day I drudge by as if the hands on that damned clock move slower and slower with each passing minute I begin to question... Why? Why must I find it necessary to question every moment's authenticity? How is it possible to look into my eyes...
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Published on 27th July 2014 7:22am
Written by Spitz cmspitz
Let's see, it's 21 right now. At the end of this it should be 2 the next day. Yeah, that's a large time gap. Well, I get distracted easily. At the time of this sentence is being written, I am trying to watch/listen to an anime (yes in the original Japanese with English subtitles because that's how you do it and I'm trying to work on my Japanese). And I'm also trying to finish a poem, which was lost due to problems, and working on the story about my version of hell, which links to another story that I tried to write a while back. Have to start over, but that's a good thing. I guess. Gives me...
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Published on 26th July 2014 6:41pm
Written by Pishashee
Itís a dream at dusk with a pebbled trail that split North and South; maybe where the battle of a hemp bale was fought, precisely, a lost battlefield where noble and well things are written on markers, and a tomb where the unknown soldiers still lay. The trees were scattered in a perfect setting of their age and color of summerís grace. The field is a mound that breaks through in a dome shape, all upon a rolling walk downward, then a cliff, finally overlooking the river cape.... † † † †
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I look to the right and there is a flowing canopy of foliage that covers all the levels...
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Published on 26th July 2014 1:57pm
Written by forever_young
Feather drifted in Wind
Floating gently
Moving gracefully
In the clouds above
Delicate and unfrayed
Undisturbed and pristine
Oblivious to the future
Ignorant to life's fate
Enjoying the scenery
Floating from a high
Warm and gentle
Wind was Feather's guide
Feather and Wind were one
Naive and trusting
Feather relied on Wind
Wind loved Feather
Wind was wise
Knowing eventually
Feather was to land
And start anew
Wind's comforting...
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Published on 26th July 2014 00:34am
Written by Joseph J.R. Kelly argedion
Dearest One,
† † † † † † † † † † † † † †I'm not sure you know exactly what you do to me and what you're making me do. It's not anything bad of course. Though, in a sense it is. After all, since when has addiction been good for someone? I suppose the answer would be love, and it's no problem when the person loves you back. So, I shall attempt to write out the effects of your emotivity on me.
† † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † Darling Love, you have become the food for my soul. You leave no doubts in my mind as to where this...
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Published on 24th July 2014 8:43pm
Written by nefertumhusiashayheh husiashayheh
"The only way to unleash true love is shared with another being unknown departed you two go. Now they have your wisdom, love and power as One's voice sentenced only for them to see under the glowing moonlight. One page per night me and you forever we bonded."
Invisible loves written,
pages of sincerity,
handwritten selfless epitomes,
honoring our loyalty,
please don't tell anybody,
they will look at you crazy,
me told you sow reaping our love,
we must be always treasured,
we go the deepest,
no matter any weather, ...
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Published on 24th July 2014 5:46pm
Written by chriswwriter
ďHungry, cloying desperation isnít love, itís want.
In and of itself selfish, and to some extent
weíre all selfish.
Love is making sure there is food on the table for
both of you. Dressing the kids so she can get
ready for work. Letting him use the shower first,
because heís nervous about a meeting at work
and wants/needs to be there early to process.
And recognizing all of this is golden, especially
when either one of you forgets to kiss the other
on the way out the door.
But remembering two kisses when you get home.
If you love the right...
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Published on 24th July 2014 5:39pm
Written by jmerrick73
I FEEL THE PRESSURE SETTING IN.
I AM OVERWHELMED BY SADNESS & REGRETS.
MY MEMORIES WENT TO MY CHILDHOOD AND HOW SAD I ALWAYS WAS.
NO MATTER HOW MUCH I WANTED TO BE FREE,THERE WAS JUST TOO MUCH OF THE PAST,TOO MUCH EVIL,AND TOO MUCH PAIN AND HURT TO LET IT ALL GO.
AS SOON AS I OPEN MY EYES WHEN I WAKE UP,I DREAD THE NEW DAY.
A DAY I KNOW WILL BE LIKE ANY OTHER DAY IN MY LIFE.
A DAY FILLED WITH BULLSHIT.
A DAY OF AGGRAVATION.
A DAY OF MENTAL STRESS.
A DAY WHERE I CONSTANTLY PRAY FOR GOD TO GO AHEAD ON AND TAKE ME OUT OF THIS DAMNED HELLISH WORLD.
I...
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Published on 24th July 2014 11:19am
Written by nefertumhusiashayheh husiashayheh
Never have i been a beautiful man,
so educationally i grew more scholarly,
i learned to take care of myself physically,
when i present myself to a Lady she acknowledges,
it took time and practice though not for the acceptance,
yet to become who i am on a level where i never gone before.
Imagine being reality with me,
i ask her all the time,
though she never answers.
Imagine being reality with you,
she asks me all the time,
i prepare our journey of us two sail.
We in our own world...
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DU Poetry : Non-Fiction Prose: Diary Entries, Letters and Articles

Published on 23rd July 2014 7:48pm
Written by nefertumhusiashayheh husiashayheh
"Plotting for years on how i was going to get married my way took time and skill. I had unlimited love to offer to include loyalty. So in my mind, i was on a date with potentials without them even knowing it. The days and nights affect personalities depending on where you at from town to town and city to city. Information technology is advance plus each its own has there own agenda. Imagine a world full of hustlers and sleepers; now imagine the ratio of those two groups. Imagine me as a lover not apart of the hustler pack. A lover more defined and trained in the art of love yet surveying love...
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Published on 23rd July 2014 1:34am
Written by Spitz cmspitz
Well, It's been a while. My computer did a bad. I took it to Best Buy, because I bought it there and my warranties are with them. So Geek Squad looked at it. I hate Geek Squad. They have bad service and they know very little about the actual computers. Well, they know more than the average American. Well, the people in the front are stupid as fuck. People in the back aren't that bad. So they had no idea what was wrong with my laptop, even I knew the exact thing that was causing damned thing to freeze after a minute of use. So they sent the damned thing to California or something. Maybe let it...
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Published on 22nd July 2014 7:09pm
Written by Imperfect Fallen_Angel_194
I Can't Breath Anymore..Every Breath I Take,Causes Me a Pain That I Wish That I Wouldn't Ever Have To Feel Again..Everytime I Close My Eyes...The Memories Come Flashing Back..Me So Happy,Laughing and Smiling.Then The Other Memories Come Back..The Blade,Everything....It Won't Go Away,I'm Not Numb Anymore..Dying Seems Like The Solution To All Of My Problems Right Now..I Can't Keep Fighting Much Longer...I'm Slowly Giving Up,But No One Knows It yet...Maybe When I'm Gone,The Pain Will Fade Away.
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Published on 22nd July 2014 5:59pm
Written by Prachi Wahi prachi
I'm not judgmental but I constantly evaluate people. It hurts when they fail my evaluation test.
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Published on 22nd July 2014 4:16pm
Written by Ennui
I miss the sound of a type writer

Click, clickety, click

Bing!

Ziiiiiippppp

I wonder if there's an app for that?
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Published on 21st July 2014 7:54am
Written by XXFakeSmileXX XXLoverBoyXX
I have been dating a trans guy for about a year and a half now. If you are asking yourself what a trans guy I can answer that right off. A trans guy is a girl who wants to be a guy. In other words they have a male mind but a female body. Imagine waking up in the wrong body every morning...eeeppp. I would die. Anyways I will start off on how we met. I am an online gamer. So if you are familiar with being a gamer than you are used to meeting random people. Well, my friend "brandi" moved from the state i currently live in to another. But we kept in touch via online gaming and skype. One day she...
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Published on 21st July 2014 1:05am
Written by absinthe
Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. It took a few days before I started feeling better again. He always greets me in the morning and helps me sleep at night. I like the seclusion. I get ignored sometimes. I felt too exhausted. Maybe I can start traveling again too.
We have an unusual relationship. My little nephew says I have Justin Bieber hair. My mom gave me some night cream. I became angry and destructive. My breasts don't hurt as much anymore. I have a voracious appetite. Disparaging and hurt. I became what he was. He's jealous of my stuffed dog Edward....
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Published on 20th July 2014 11:27pm
Written by NimmieAmee
1) It's too warm to wear your hair down
2) Sunburn
3) It's too warm for hot coffee
4) It's too warm to cook
5) Most stores aren't open all night, when it's finally not COMPLETE torture outside
6) Having to wake up earlier to give yourself time to put on sunscreen
7) Greasy skin because of sunscreen
8) Sweat
9) Ice cream melts too fast
10) Having to wear socks and shoes because it's dangerous and socially unacceptable not to, but it being so warm that it's torment
11) You can only take off so much...
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Published on 20th July 2014 8:04pm
Written by Gerard MGC
July 20, 2014 - ANXIETY

PARADING THOUGH THE NEIGHBORHOODS OF MIND:
The Panic. The worry. Iím sweating. Iím dizzy.
Pounding heart. Upset stomach. Shortness of breath.
Iím overwhelmed.

The floor feels like itís moving.
Thereís no reason for this tingling.
Hands, feet, legs, arms, head, mouth, chest and groin.
Am I going crazy? I need to find the nearest exist.
ďStuckĒ, trapped in my mind. On the edge of a nervous breakdown.
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Published on 20th July 2014 8:36am
Written by johnrot
The man sitting on a milk crate in front of the korean store  
has dreadlocks ran through the holes stretched in his ears.
As well as the audacity to ask to bum a smoke with one in his hand.
 
But honest enough to tell me after being called on already havin a square and bein a greedy beggar, †  
it's really a crack pipe made from one of those e cigs he stole, tryin to quit.
 
i apologize and give him the rest of my pack................
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