Nonfiction Poetry
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Nonfiction poetry, here you'll find poems about facts, real events and true stories. Informative and factual, nonfiction poetry and short stories, on a range of subjects.
The Bitch and Bastard for Walking Away - Part III
Breathing Underwater
The weather has left me speechless. This slow wash into the harvest peels layers of air. Three down, who am I now?
That's a difficult reach. In any case, reflection isn't a branch to grasp, and ripples are distortions of the past. I no longer recognize sense as property, but this sinking feeling seems to belong.
A piping hot hook between sand and surface fizzles on a wispy lifeline. It's consumed for eventual suffocation when called to answer. I promise of every ounce in motion that hangs in this moment, questions are vain.
This...
The weather has left me speechless. This slow wash into the harvest peels layers of air. Three down, who am I now?
That's a difficult reach. In any case, reflection isn't a branch to grasp, and ripples are distortions of the past. I no longer recognize sense as property, but this sinking feeling seems to belong.
A piping hot hook between sand and surface fizzles on a wispy lifeline. It's consumed for eventual suffocation when called to answer. I promise of every ounce in motion that hangs in this moment, questions are vain.
This...
#identity
#mirror
#narrative
#emptiness
#nonfiction
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Dogs Of War
They pillage and plunder our towns and our fields.
They rape and they wonder why we will not yield.
It's time to rise up, oh, my brothers in arms.
What will we become, we will be dogs of war.
Remember Batak.
And Parushtitsa.
Time to attack.
Get them back!
Call to arms.
Gather under the Tsar.
Here we are.
Unleashing dogs of war.
To the front.
What we're fighting for.
On the hunt.
Unleash the dogs of war.
The shape of warfare is always evolving.
Across the river, the future is calling. ...
They rape and they wonder why we will not yield.
It's time to rise up, oh, my brothers in arms.
What will we become, we will be dogs of war.
Remember Batak.
And Parushtitsa.
Time to attack.
Get them back!
Call to arms.
Gather under the Tsar.
Here we are.
Unleashing dogs of war.
To the front.
What we're fighting for.
On the hunt.
Unleash the dogs of war.
The shape of warfare is always evolving.
Across the river, the future is calling. ...
#war
#lyrics
#historical #nonfiction
#historical #nonfiction
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where my spine divides the hemispheres.
intaglio'd and parfumed
egoless-
watching auguries
drape over the
remains of a charred
late evening
implacable gravity
...the hourglass tilts…
bones of the gods
lay perpendicular on my
plate;
sips of bourbony
oblivionó tea renders
vulnerable breaths, the
lament'd and et al sought
desires dances within its
steam
a patchwork’d shaw to
gauze...
egoless-
watching auguries
drape over the
remains of a charred
late evening
implacable gravity
...the hourglass tilts…
bones of the gods
lay perpendicular on my
plate;
sips of bourbony
oblivionó tea renders
vulnerable breaths, the
lament'd and et al sought
desires dances within its
steam
a patchwork’d shaw to
gauze...
#love
#grief
#death
#LifeStruggles
#nonfiction
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Welcome to Class
I see many if's and's or but's
So let's take this subject
And break class down into chunks
...
First module is the overview of genetics:
Many contributed to the human genome project
Yet
What they figured out is that were all based from the same
With the smallest deviation to that flea covered ape mane
Even the plants hold similar DNA
Basic components bound to this realm since it was made ...
So let's take this subject
And break class down into chunks
...
First module is the overview of genetics:
Many contributed to the human genome project
Yet
What they figured out is that were all based from the same
With the smallest deviation to that flea covered ape mane
Even the plants hold similar DNA
Basic components bound to this realm since it was made ...
#science
#evolution
#historical #nonfiction
#historical #nonfiction
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Fallen Angel
I was the one in heaven who was in god's hands,
I disobeyed the signs & my plans were to get banned,
I turned to anger, hate & i wanted all to myself,
I sacrificed of fallen from the sky's & didn't care if i became a liar or a sinner,
I was once back on earth with society,
with the Selfish, greedy & piety people,
I was still in angel but a fallen angel on high levels,
Gambling, getting money, spending on sex, drugs & tattoos living like a devil,
Even though god was watching me with disappointment, ...
I disobeyed the signs & my plans were to get banned,
I turned to anger, hate & i wanted all to myself,
I sacrificed of fallen from the sky's & didn't care if i became a liar or a sinner,
I was once back on earth with society,
with the Selfish, greedy & piety people,
I was still in angel but a fallen angel on high levels,
Gambling, getting money, spending on sex, drugs & tattoos living like a devil,
Even though god was watching me with disappointment, ...
#nonfiction
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Lovering Along The Watermelon Vine
Put (out) the trash can, can ye pleas ?
" t
r
a
s
h can " , can you say that if you can?
(I thought I can! So Think I can)
(oh, you do, do you?
do you do
what
the ponies tell you (to...
" t
r
a
s
h can " , can you say that if you can?
(I thought I can! So Think I can)
(oh, you do, do you?
do you do
what
the ponies tell you (to...
#science
#fiction
#racism
#aliens
#nonfiction
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The same
( after Rupi Kaur )
in my life as I grew less young
the joy in the anticipation
of breaking out on my own
was always good, as life was
to run like the wind as the wind
and be welcomed by Gran’ma
her gentle soul knew my restless spirit
and we often shared words
how much the same we’d grown
as closer I’d become and knew
I’d never have what she’d had
and she was winsome in her loss
how beautiful she was that way
the tears fell bitter on our
tongues
in my life as I grew less young
the joy in the anticipation
of breaking out on my own
was always good, as life was
to run like the wind as the wind
and be welcomed by Gran’ma
her gentle soul knew my restless spirit
and we often shared words
how much the same we’d grown
as closer I’d become and knew
I’d never have what she’d had
and she was winsome in her loss
how beautiful she was that way
the tears fell bitter on our
tongues
#family
#memories
#aging
#nonfiction
#RupiKaur
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head of young man in detail (third movement)
9 [coax of the soul multisensorial]
all the contradictory data ,
i want you to know
that everything about me is capricious
the worst and most pretentious,
sappy, sloppy, dumb , INDULGENT,
i will make myself
as much a fly, a flea,
a bedbug, a woodpecker's drumming,
a latticwork of serpents...
- and by the way, ...
all the contradictory data ,
i want you to know
that everything about me is capricious
the worst and most pretentious,
sappy, sloppy, dumb , INDULGENT,
i will make myself
as much a fly, a flea,
a bedbug, a woodpecker's drumming,
a latticwork of serpents...
- and by the way, ...
#narrative
#confessional
#philosophical
#nonfiction
#StreamOfConsciousness
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later than you think
She's wondering
What time I'm coming home ?
later than you think
After I leave this stinking motel
I'm Coming home to you
Is like living in hell
Norma bates
many dangers awaits
My relationship with you
IS VERY TOXIC
everyday I see you smile
My stomach hurts
I'm feeling like throwing UP
I hate your
excessive menstruation
No wonder why my cock
is looking For another...
What time I'm coming home ?
later than you think
After I leave this stinking motel
I'm Coming home to you
Is like living in hell
Norma bates
many dangers awaits
My relationship with you
IS VERY TOXIC
everyday I see you smile
My stomach hurts
I'm feeling like throwing UP
I hate your
excessive menstruation
No wonder why my cock
is looking For another...
#TruthOfLife
#nonfiction
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on being govern'd by a naked equilibrium
moonlight tangled itself
with the rubric writings
branded down my right
side..across my
canvass'd back
..around my left areola
turbulent but sweetly
imbalanc'd
then i remember what
my eternally gift’d
parables interpretes:
Am only to be tolerated
but not meant for being
loved - good enough
to be filled nor lifted into
ascension
though
emotionally kink'd -
i had...
with the rubric writings
branded down my right
side..across my
canvass'd back
..around my left areola
turbulent but sweetly
imbalanc'd
then i remember what
my eternally gift’d
parables interpretes:
Am only to be tolerated
but not meant for being
loved - good enough
to be filled nor lifted into
ascension
though
emotionally kink'd -
i had...
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#admiration
#emotional
#nonfiction
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The Gurus of my Youth in Junk-Shop Myths – Sonnet Seventy-Eight
The gurus of my youth in junk-shop myths,
In mid-night robes of thrift-store overcoats,
In quart beer vulgate prophesies consist
The mirror of their billboard soapbox hopes.
Like Whitman’s ghost on D.C. streets ignores
The calls of poets hungry 3 A.M.,
The chill of Fall in Summer’s night deplores,
That even he, our modern words condemn.
Our journals filled with cursive runic prose,
Expose our nature of mind’s deconstruct,
Foucault and Derrida, their damned suppose
That subtext held the...
In mid-night robes of thrift-store overcoats,
In quart beer vulgate prophesies consist
The mirror of their billboard soapbox hopes.
Like Whitman’s ghost on D.C. streets ignores
The calls of poets hungry 3 A.M.,
The chill of Fall in Summer’s night deplores,
That even he, our modern words condemn.
Our journals filled with cursive runic prose,
Expose our nature of mind’s deconstruct,
Foucault and Derrida, their damned suppose
That subtext held the...
#sonnet
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #nonfiction
#WritingPoetry #nonfiction
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The Bitch and Bastard for Walking Away - Part I
The Pecan Tree
From this dim-lit porch, the magnified shadows of camouflaged moths and mosquito hawks bounce under the Sylvania bulb. June-bugs buzz on random flights, landing awkwardly on clay-toned bricks, holey screens, piles of junk-mail, and in my uncombed hair. I glaze over miles of Marlboro's cherry-glow into this inner-city jungle.
Sickly ferns arch the cracked walkway beside Empress Wu's colony. Strays find shelter among her dense stalks. A litter of felines pew, possums faint; juicy roaches skitter through crumpled leaves. Dead switch strangles a leaning...
From this dim-lit porch, the magnified shadows of camouflaged moths and mosquito hawks bounce under the Sylvania bulb. June-bugs buzz on random flights, landing awkwardly on clay-toned bricks, holey screens, piles of junk-mail, and in my uncombed hair. I glaze over miles of Marlboro's cherry-glow into this inner-city jungle.
Sickly ferns arch the cracked walkway beside Empress Wu's colony. Strays find shelter among her dense stalks. A litter of felines pew, possums faint; juicy roaches skitter through crumpled leaves. Dead switch strangles a leaning...
#inspirational
#spiritual
#philosophical #nonfiction
#philosophical #nonfiction
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