Nonfiction Poetry
#nonfiction
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.
MyLadyCharlotina
Poem Published
12th Nov 2020 3:40am
12th Nov 2020 3:40am
She Came Across On The Basis
I found myself on the basis. Hey,
within my whole house, I have a
real swarm, I have an oil gun, I
have performance monitoring, I
have tight timelines and wear
finest leather footwear.
Overseeing the production of
rolling stones in a dark forest, in
highest high fashion.
Grandmother gave me one
which rolled six leagues long. Evil
falls to the side with its wind. On
its base I came across an elegant
coil. Hey, I also found a lot of
rocks and some lizards with
clocks on their skin. In the same
dark...
within my whole house, I have a
real swarm, I have an oil gun, I
have performance monitoring, I
have tight timelines and wear
finest leather footwear.
Overseeing the production of
rolling stones in a dark forest, in
highest high fashion.
Grandmother gave me one
which rolled six leagues long. Evil
falls to the side with its wind. On
its base I came across an elegant
coil. Hey, I also found a lot of
rocks and some lizards with
clocks on their skin. In the same
dark...
#nonfiction
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MyLadyCharlotina
Poem Published
11th Nov 2020 3:18pm
11th Nov 2020 3:18pm
Diary 9/15/18
Oh God,
I'm so isolated
And I'm not eating
The crazy ups and downs have been coming a lot lately, and harsh. Ran out of estrogen for most of two days, took extra blockers to compensate, as if, then put two patches of estrogen on as soon as I got my prescription. Stupid, stupid me, fucking with my dosage like that. The utter severity of this storm, related?
And Stupid me for being stupid for all those years. I look back and I see this creature unable to communicate with anyone at all, and i remember and i shudder, and in a panic attack I...
I'm so isolated
And I'm not eating
The crazy ups and downs have been coming a lot lately, and harsh. Ran out of estrogen for most of two days, took extra blockers to compensate, as if, then put two patches of estrogen on as soon as I got my prescription. Stupid, stupid me, fucking with my dosage like that. The utter severity of this storm, related?
And Stupid me for being stupid for all those years. I look back and I see this creature unable to communicate with anyone at all, and i remember and i shudder, and in a panic attack I...
#nonfiction
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
10th Nov 2020 4:55pm
10th Nov 2020 4:55pm
Trump Should Keep Fighting
When I posted an article, I only mentioned that I suspect the democrats of cheating to elect Joe Biden. I forgot to mention that I suspect the media of cheating as well. If there's a chance that cheating is involved, Trump should fight it all the way. He should fight because of the principle.
Put yourself in Trump's shoes. If you were President and you believed you had been cheated, would you want to concede? Probably not.
I want to believe there was no cheating and I hope there was no cheating. But I am suspicious. Cheating may have occurred and if it did, the people...
Put yourself in Trump's shoes. If you were President and you believed you had been cheated, would you want to concede? Probably not.
I want to believe there was no cheating and I hope there was no cheating. But I am suspicious. Cheating may have occurred and if it did, the people...
#corruption
#politics
#nonfiction
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MyLadyCharlotina
Poem Published
10th Nov 2020 6:32am
10th Nov 2020 6:32am
A Spiritual Study
Here is a story.
Once upon a time there was a child who could only know how to communicate with others by rearranging itself to become something less than hirself and something closer to the person(s) whom that child thought the Other(s) wanted hirself to be.
But rearranging the self is actually at the root of a surprisingly large number of, specifically, magicks. What started out as a handicap still remained a greater handicap throughout life but along the way it opened up pathways for the child to a greater understanding of the Self and of the...
Once upon a time there was a child who could only know how to communicate with others by rearranging itself to become something less than hirself and something closer to the person(s) whom that child thought the Other(s) wanted hirself to be.
But rearranging the self is actually at the root of a surprisingly large number of, specifically, magicks. What started out as a handicap still remained a greater handicap throughout life but along the way it opened up pathways for the child to a greater understanding of the Self and of the...
#spiritual
#magic
#nonfiction
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
8th Nov 2020 8:03pm
8th Nov 2020 8:03pm
Pray About Possible Cheating
If you believe that the democrats cheated to elect Joe Biden, you should pray. If his victory was unfair, God is the only one who can help us now. If you have any doubts about Biden winning, please pray.
I'm not sure that the democrats did cheat but if they did, it was pretty underhanded. I'm not a sore loser. I just want justice. If the democrats did cheat to elect Biden, they should not prevail. I've heard some things that do sound like cheating possibly happened.
I hope for the democrats and Joe Biden's sakes that there was no cheating. If they did cheat, it's sad to...
I'm not sure that the democrats did cheat but if they did, it was pretty underhanded. I'm not a sore loser. I just want justice. If the democrats did cheat to elect Biden, they should not prevail. I've heard some things that do sound like cheating possibly happened.
I hope for the democrats and Joe Biden's sakes that there was no cheating. If they did cheat, it's sad to...
#corruption
#politics
#nonfiction
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
7th Nov 2020 4:46pm
7th Nov 2020 4:46pm
Proof of God's Existence
Certain scientists and non-religious people don't believe in God but I have proof of his existence. In 2002 or 2003, my late mother had terrible arthritis in her legs. If she had to bend down, the pain was unbearable when she got back up.
Mom was watching a faith healer on TV. The faith healer asked his viewers with afflictions to get down on their knees and pray to be cured. Mom got down on her knees and prayed and God cured her arthritis.
This proves that God exists. Arthritis is a serious medical condition. You can't just wish it away. When Mom's arthritis was cured,...
Mom was watching a faith healer on TV. The faith healer asked his viewers with afflictions to get down on their knees and pray to be cured. Mom got down on her knees and prayed and God cured her arthritis.
This proves that God exists. Arthritis is a serious medical condition. You can't just wish it away. When Mom's arthritis was cured,...
#religion
#God
#healing #nonfiction
#healing #nonfiction
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Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
29th Oct 2020 1:11am
29th Oct 2020 1:11am
"Heavy on the scene"
Going to a concert at the old Straight Theatre...one night back in '66…
The guys in the band were friends of mine...and I was on the list…
I got to the guard who was on the gate …he checked his board for my name.
It's not here he said...and looked once more...the girl at his side did the same.
Maybe it's listed with someone else said the young lady...as they looked once more...
But my name wasn't there…'twas abundantly clear...and the chick was becoming...inured
She looked hard at the guard and said...sotto voce..."Ray,...
The guys in the band were friends of mine...and I was on the list…
I got to the guard who was on the gate …he checked his board for my name.
It's not here he said...and looked once more...the girl at his side did the same.
Maybe it's listed with someone else said the young lady...as they looked once more...
But my name wasn't there…'twas abundantly clear...and the chick was becoming...inured
She looked hard at the guard and said...sotto voce..."Ray,...
#historical
#nonfiction
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
24th Oct 2020 5:19pm
24th Oct 2020 5:19pm
Agnes's Grave
My Chihuahua dog died in July. Her name was Agnes and this is a picture of her grave. You may be wondering why I put a door and cinder block on top of her grave. I'm not an expert at digging holes. I put the cinder block and door on top of her grave because I was afraid that a bigger dog might come along and dig her up. My next door neighbor was kind enough to loan me a shovel so that I could dig her grave.
I was originally going to hire a Taxidermist to mount Agnes when she died because I wanted to have her forever. But doing that might not have given Agnes the respect she...
I was originally going to hire a Taxidermist to mount Agnes when she died because I wanted to have her forever. But doing that might not have given Agnes the respect she...
#dogs
#animals
#nonfiction
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2020 11:17pm
22nd Oct 2020 11:17pm
Women For Trump
Certain women are going to vote for Donald Trump and this picture proves it. If no women were going to vote for Trump, they wouldn't be making and selling these stickers. A woman bus driver told me that she voted early and she voted for Trump.
Tomorrow I'm going to vote early and I'm going to vote for Trump. I commend each and every woman who plans to vote for Trump. I also commend the men who vote for Trump.
Some people may intimidate people who are going to vote for Trump and that's wrong. Certain people have been persecuting Billy Graham's daughter because she...
Tomorrow I'm going to vote early and I'm going to vote for Trump. I commend each and every woman who plans to vote for Trump. I also commend the men who vote for Trump.
Some people may intimidate people who are going to vote for Trump and that's wrong. Certain people have been persecuting Billy Graham's daughter because she...
#politics
#nonfiction
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Crazontheinside
Bumped 20th Oct 2020 9:32pm
1st Jul 2020 9:31am
1st Jul 2020 9:31am
Introduction Through My Complex Mind
Dear Diary... This is "My Bi-Polar Mind"
We all have a story, some happy, while others endure tragedy. I want the world to understand; we’re not a disease...there is no cure, I hope that showing my view of someone who has lived and struggled, even now, will help others be more compassionate to the more vulnerable. All I ask of you is to keep an open mind, lock up your judgements and realize we are still human beings. We have feelings like everyone else. As the human race we need to realize the facts. In your lifetime you WILL experience it, could be from someone that has it....
We all have a story, some happy, while others endure tragedy. I want the world to understand; we’re not a disease...there is no cure, I hope that showing my view of someone who has lived and struggled, even now, will help others be more compassionate to the more vulnerable. All I ask of you is to keep an open mind, lock up your judgements and realize we are still human beings. We have feelings like everyone else. As the human race we need to realize the facts. In your lifetime you WILL experience it, could be from someone that has it....
#LifeStruggles
#prose
#TruthOfLife
#MentalHealth
#nonfiction
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
17th Oct 2020 5:47pm
17th Oct 2020 5:47pm
Saint Agnes
Saint Agnes is what my mom should be called.
When she died, I was both saddened and appalled.
I admire women homemakers more than women who work because Mom was a homemaker.
I was devastated on March the 6th of 2013 because my poor mother needed an undertaker.
Mom wasn't actually a saint but she was as close as a person could get.
You would've been very happy and fortunate if you and Mom had met.
She was a wonderful mother and that's something I'm proud to confess.
She was one in a million and she should be called Saint Agnes.
When she died, I was both saddened and appalled.
I admire women homemakers more than women who work because Mom was a homemaker.
I was devastated on March the 6th of 2013 because my poor mother needed an undertaker.
Mom wasn't actually a saint but she was as close as a person could get.
You would've been very happy and fortunate if you and Mom had met.
She was a wonderful mother and that's something I'm proud to confess.
She was one in a million and she should be called Saint Agnes.
#mother
#death
#memorial
#son
#nonfiction
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
16th Oct 2020 10:32pm
16th Oct 2020 10:32pm
PXL 2000 Camcorder
I received a PXL 2000 Camcorder 32 years ago today. It was an early Christmas gift that I got on October 16, 1988. One thing that was awesome was that it only cost $100. But it was in black and white. That sucked.
Even though it was a video recorder, it used audio cassette tapes. But it only worked with High Bias tapes. A free cassette was included with the camcorder but I had to buy other High Bias tapes.
Because the cassette wheels span much faster than a regular tape recorder, you could only record five minutes on each side of a 90 minute cassette. A 60 minute...
Even though it was a video recorder, it used audio cassette tapes. But it only worked with High Bias tapes. A free cassette was included with the camcorder but I had to buy other High Bias tapes.
Because the cassette wheels span much faster than a regular tape recorder, you could only record five minutes on each side of a 90 minute cassette. A 60 minute...
#anniversary
#nonfiction
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