Fiction by Top Critiquers Poems
#fiction
PAR
Poem Published
23rd May 2024 5:13pm
23rd May 2024 5:13pm
Your Poet
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
Because it's yours and no one else's?
Because he rhymes with you and no one else!
Because his ice serves you in the summer, isn't it?
Because out of everything you have left
he is the golden sword of the non-existent hero
who walks naked and beautiful in your sweaty dreams?
Because he, only him, no one but him has your skin
so tattooed with the names of organs in your body
and red lines in the shape of hearts and dragons...
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
Because it's yours and no one else's?
Because he rhymes with you and no one else!
Because his ice serves you in the summer, isn't it?
Because out of everything you have left
he is the golden sword of the non-existent hero
who walks naked and beautiful in your sweaty dreams?
Because he, only him, no one but him has your skin
so tattooed with the names of organs in your body
and red lines in the shape of hearts and dragons...
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
#dragons
#fiction
#lover
#sky
#WritingPoetry
104 reads
1 Comment
adagio
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 9:34pm
2nd Sep 2024 9:34pm
Cathedral of Laments - with Shilohverse
Embroiled, in a cold wet ground-hugging narcissistic
psychopathic fog. In Aberdeen with the odor of dead
cod and abandoned graves. Now in my delirium of
forgotten laments strangling the corpses of death's
harlots, gone to soft pâté. Chilling the bones of those
who wander, lost in its suffocating grasp. A place
where shadows dance with the fractured light. On
the lonely streets of loose cobblestones, haunting my
grotesque abomination doomed by my insanity.
Adrift rattling my bones in the abbey a thousand
shriving midnights. Tasting armageddons...
psychopathic fog. In Aberdeen with the odor of dead
cod and abandoned graves. Now in my delirium of
forgotten laments strangling the corpses of death's
harlots, gone to soft pâté. Chilling the bones of those
who wander, lost in its suffocating grasp. A place
where shadows dance with the fractured light. On
the lonely streets of loose cobblestones, haunting my
grotesque abomination doomed by my insanity.
Adrift rattling my bones in the abbey a thousand
shriving midnights. Tasting armageddons...
#collaboration
#dark
#fiction
121 reads
5 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
26th Sep 2024 2:57pm
26th Sep 2024 2:57pm
Dumb stories for the smart ones
Virtual boy
two young lovers made internet marriage
the party held in a spider's carriage
but, then they never met
married over the net
had a virtual boy of miscarriage
Golden belly
a women made a medical scanner
in her body something abnormal
the doctor screamed like hell:
" there is gold. i can tell !!! "
so, i must dig deep in your stomach
Rehearsals
the teacher shouted out in the classroom
i need this to be written out too soon
and there was dead silence
a...
two young lovers made internet marriage
the party held in a spider's carriage
but, then they never met
married over the net
had a virtual boy of miscarriage
Golden belly
a women made a medical scanner
in her body something abnormal
the doctor screamed like hell:
" there is gold. i can tell !!! "
so, i must dig deep in your stomach
Rehearsals
the teacher shouted out in the classroom
i need this to be written out too soon
and there was dead silence
a...
#fiction
#funny
#limerick
95 reads
5 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 10:27am
11th Nov 2024 10:27am
The Whispering Waterfall Part 1
A long time ago, when we were young children, my parents sold their rubber plantation as they wanted to tend paddy fields. They bought a piece of land with four acres of paddy fields.
The house that my parents built was at the side of a hill, with a beautiful water source. There were two waterfalls there with one that was so beautiful and cool that we frequented the place as children. We could stay all day there if our parents didn’t call us to come home.
I always felt that the waterfall was in a mystical forest, thevhauntingly beautiful waterfall was known as Whispering Falls. In...
The house that my parents built was at the side of a hill, with a beautiful water source. There were two waterfalls there with one that was so beautiful and cool that we frequented the place as children. We could stay all day there if our parents didn’t call us to come home.
I always felt that the waterfall was in a mystical forest, thevhauntingly beautiful waterfall was known as Whispering Falls. In...
#fiction
#LifeAsAWriter
78 reads
7 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
29th Oct 2023 10:41pm
29th Oct 2023 10:41pm
Groans of Halloween
Groans of Halloween
The gust of the wind never reached my window.
Yet the lights flickered on and off.
A flash of lightning could be seen from afar.
The roar of hollowing groans.
It was a deafening sound that was getting closer and closer
They moaned in sheer agony, they stirred, they all uprose
Not a word was spoken, only eyes that glowed in fright.
The site was strange; could I be dreaming, perhaps?
To have seen the dead rise was not what my mind could comprehend
Where the hell did they come from? Was it through...
The gust of the wind never reached my window.
Yet the lights flickered on and off.
A flash of lightning could be seen from afar.
The roar of hollowing groans.
It was a deafening sound that was getting closer and closer
They moaned in sheer agony, they stirred, they all uprose
Not a word was spoken, only eyes that glowed in fright.
The site was strange; could I be dreaming, perhaps?
To have seen the dead rise was not what my mind could comprehend
Where the hell did they come from? Was it through...
#fiction
#scary
171 reads
3 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
21st Jan 2023 4:19am
21st Jan 2023 4:19am
Veronica's Erotica
#fiction
#dirty
#sexy
654 reads
6 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2022 9:08pm
2nd Nov 2022 9:08pm
Real Talk
I do what I do and it's all for yall
Gave him two to the chest and the problem was solved
With no jersey on my back and no nikes on my feet
I don't run with no pack, because I know the streets
The few that I fuck with are real motherfuckers
They logically look at shit, fuck being someone's sucker
I mean these bitches can walk up into any fucking block
Hell give them two weeks and they'll have shit on lock
I'm not talking corner block, but take it that way if you must
Let's find out who's running shit and who do they trust
If the...
Gave him two to the chest and the problem was solved
With no jersey on my back and no nikes on my feet
I don't run with no pack, because I know the streets
The few that I fuck with are real motherfuckers
They logically look at shit, fuck being someone's sucker
I mean these bitches can walk up into any fucking block
Hell give them two weeks and they'll have shit on lock
I'm not talking corner block, but take it that way if you must
Let's find out who's running shit and who do they trust
If the...
#fiction
#narrative
386 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 00:09am
25th Nov 2024 00:09am
Henry the Fifth
there you go again,
claiming calais is english, after
just a few day trips on the ferry
from dover
should have shown
you over and over again that we
ruddy well end at the cliff ..
claiming calais is english, after
just a few day trips on the ferry
from dover
should have shown
you over and over again that we
ruddy well end at the cliff ..
#fiction
#historical
74 reads
3 Comments
Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 4:03pm
18th Oct 2024 4:03pm
Worlds Collide Chapter 14
#erotic
#fiction
#scifi
146 reads
4 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 8:22pm
25th Nov 2024 8:22pm
The Misadventures of White Snow
In a castle where shadows crept by,
White Snow was born with a piercing cry.
No queen with needles, no poetic woes,
Just a scandal: her mother arose
And ran off with a prince from another land,
Leaving her child with her father’s hand.
The king, heartbroken, tried to mend,
Marrying a woman who aimed to befriend
The bitter girl with a heart of stone,
White Snow, who craved a screen and a phone.
TikToks posted with filtered glow,
But envy festered deep below.
Her stepmother, kind, with a radiant air,
Unintentionally...
White Snow was born with a piercing cry.
No queen with needles, no poetic woes,
Just a scandal: her mother arose
And ran off with a prince from another land,
Leaving her child with her father’s hand.
The king, heartbroken, tried to mend,
Marrying a woman who aimed to befriend
The bitter girl with a heart of stone,
White Snow, who craved a screen and a phone.
TikToks posted with filtered glow,
But envy festered deep below.
Her stepmother, kind, with a radiant air,
Unintentionally...
#fiction
#funny
31 reads
0 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
20th Jul 2024 5:54pm
20th Jul 2024 5:54pm
This Evil Axis.
This Axis of Evil creeps from hell's pit
and not from Berlin, Rome and Tokyo
it's your job to vote em back, to that pit,
These evil three, trump, gop and maga split
from real life, made a pact to stay, not go,
this axis of evil creeps from hell's pit,
It's only to evil things these beasts commit
as trump laughed " We Did Zilch 'Bout Gun Control "
it''s your job to vote 'em back to that pit,
So again vote trump completely, not fit!
with his venomous speech, willed, to bring woe
this axis of...
and not from Berlin, Rome and Tokyo
it's your job to vote em back, to that pit,
These evil three, trump, gop and maga split
from real life, made a pact to stay, not go,
this axis of evil creeps from hell's pit,
It's only to evil things these beasts commit
as trump laughed " We Did Zilch 'Bout Gun Control "
it''s your job to vote 'em back to that pit,
So again vote trump completely, not fit!
with his venomous speech, willed, to bring woe
this axis of...
#politics
#villanelle
#fiction
122 reads
2 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:56pm
Yesterday 2:56pm
The Photo That You Planned On Giving
All
you need
to do is
just trust me and
pose naked for the
photo that you planned on
giving to your husband for
a Christmas present. Okay. That
was great. Now, we need to do some more
of you with Christy and Jeff. They'll be great.
you need
to do is
just trust me and
pose naked for the
photo that you planned on
giving to your husband for
a Christmas present. Okay. That
was great. Now, we need to do some more
of you with Christy and Jeff. They'll be great.
#Christmas
#dialogue
#fiction
#husband
#sex
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