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.
randyjohnson
Poem Published
11th Jul 2020 2:07pm
11th Jul 2020 2:07pm
The Loss of Lena
It's with great sadness when I say that we won't see her anymore.
Lena died in March of 2020 and she was born in March of 1944.
She is survived by her husband who is my Uncle James.
Losing such a special person is sad and it's also a shame.
James Greene Junior and Sharon Redmond are her two children.
After living for seven and a half decades, she has gone to Heaven.
She died just twenty-four hours before her 76th birthday.
Her loved ones are heart broken because she passed away.
Lena died in March of 2020 and she was born in March of 1944.
She is survived by her husband who is my Uncle James.
Losing such a special person is sad and it's also a shame.
James Greene Junior and Sharon Redmond are her two children.
After living for seven and a half decades, she has gone to Heaven.
She died just twenty-four hours before her 76th birthday.
Her loved ones are heart broken because she passed away.
#family
#death
#memorial #nonfiction
#memorial #nonfiction
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
10th Jul 2020 3:14am
10th Jul 2020 3:14am
Talented Poets
This poem is for every talented poet
You meditate and visualise day and night
And you work so hard on your poetry
I’ve never met any of you in person,
But your poems tell something about you
You deserve an award for originality
Talented poets, continue doing your best
Poetry is a mixture of mind and literary art
It doesn’t have rules and standards
Nobody can tell an artist what to paint
Likewise, you can’t tell a poet what to write
Don’t pay attention to foolish ideas
Such as, “strong words” and “weak words” ...
You meditate and visualise day and night
And you work so hard on your poetry
I’ve never met any of you in person,
But your poems tell something about you
You deserve an award for originality
Talented poets, continue doing your best
Poetry is a mixture of mind and literary art
It doesn’t have rules and standards
Nobody can tell an artist what to paint
Likewise, you can’t tell a poet what to write
Don’t pay attention to foolish ideas
Such as, “strong words” and “weak words” ...
#love
#fiction
#WritingPoetry
#gratitude
#nonfiction
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Crazontheinside
Bumped 9th Jul 2020 5:50am
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
5th Jul 2020 5:52pm
5th Jul 2020 5:52pm
Becoming a High School Graduate
I dropped out of school on August 29, 1986 at the age of fifteen. When I dropped out, I made myself a promise that I would get my high school diploma at some point in the future. I received my high school diploma in the mail twenty-five years ago today. It was a correspondence school that cost me about $400. I became a high school graduate a quarter of a century ago.
I had to study for over two years to get my diploma. I began studying in April of 1993 and I finished in June of 1995. No, it's not a GED. Many people make the mistake of thinking that it's a GED, but it's not. It's a...
I had to study for over two years to get my diploma. I began studying in April of 1993 and I finished in June of 1995. No, it's not a GED. Many people make the mistake of thinking that it's a GED, but it's not. It's a...
#school
#nonfiction
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
30th Jun 2020 9:40pm
30th Jun 2020 9:40pm
Half Over
The year is half over, today is the 30th of June.
The first half of this year went by pretty soon.
In just a few days, we'll celebrate the 4th of July.
Firecrackers will pop and bottle rockets will soar into the sky.
Because of this damn Coronavirus, America has been gripped with fear.
I certainly hope that things will get better during the second half of this year.
The first half of this year went by pretty soon.
In just a few days, we'll celebrate the 4th of July.
Firecrackers will pop and bottle rockets will soar into the sky.
Because of this damn Coronavirus, America has been gripped with fear.
I certainly hope that things will get better during the second half of this year.
#nonfiction
#pandemic
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
29th Jun 2020 2:18pm
29th Jun 2020 2:18pm
Drinking Rubbing Alcohol
My cousin's sister died four years before he did. She died in 2015. She was addicted to a prescription drug. Her name was Christine. I don't know what kind of pill that she was hooked on. All that I know is that it was a prescription drug.
She was unable to get the pills and she did something that wasn't smart. She believed that drinking rubbing alcohol would be the same as taking the pills. She drank some and it killed her. She suffered tremendously. She didn't die immediately though. She lived for a few months and then she died. I don't know how much she drank but it was enough...
She was unable to get the pills and she did something that wasn't smart. She believed that drinking rubbing alcohol would be the same as taking the pills. She drank some and it killed her. She suffered tremendously. She didn't die immediately though. She lived for a few months and then she died. I don't know how much she drank but it was enough...
#death
#alcohol
#addiction
#suffering
#nonfiction
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
21st Jun 2020 3:27pm
21st Jun 2020 3:27pm
Father's Day
Today is Father's Day and this article is about my dad. His name was Charles Franklin Johnson. He was born on October 18, 1947 and he died on July 13, 2013 at the age of sixty-five. He was named after both of his grandfathers. Dad died of Leukemia. His parents were Bonnie and Burley Johnson. Dad was raised in Sneedville, Tennessee. He and my mom moved back to Sneedville and spent the last two years of their lives there.
Mom and Dad got married on September 25, 1965. My brother and his wife also got married on September the 25th, but that was a coincidence. They didn't do that...
Mom and Dad got married on September 25, 1965. My brother and his wife also got married on September the 25th, but that was a coincidence. They didn't do that...
#father
#family
#FathersDay #nonfiction
#FathersDay #nonfiction
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Emotional_Esther
Esther...
Esther...
Poem Published
11th Jun 2020 6:52am
11th Jun 2020 6:52am
Dear Whomever (Love Bunny)
Dear Whomever,
I don't want to call you out but I noticed you distancing yourself lately. Is it the fact that you don't want to talk to me anymore? Or that I've become too much to handle? When you figure out yourself why you ignore my requests to speak then get back to me. In the mean time I'll just be dropping all of the signs for you to stay with me. Subtle signs that hopefully you'll pick up on before you drop me completely. The point is: if you hate me then don't say you want to date me. Don't call me your bunny then ghost me for no end. I will hop and you don't own me.
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I don't want to call you out but I noticed you distancing yourself lately. Is it the fact that you don't want to talk to me anymore? Or that I've become too much to handle? When you figure out yourself why you ignore my requests to speak then get back to me. In the mean time I'll just be dropping all of the signs for you to stay with me. Subtle signs that hopefully you'll pick up on before you drop me completely. The point is: if you hate me then don't say you want to date me. Don't call me your bunny then ghost me for no end. I will hop and you don't own me.
...
#confessional
#UnrequitedLove
#nonfiction
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Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
9th Jun 2020 10:13pm
9th Jun 2020 10:13pm
DIGGING TIDES
Toil of sun smeared spade,
Forking limbs horizontal to
The hardening earth:
As a gravedigger reluctant, to
Leave further space for the dead.
The old man’s back buckles like
An old iron bridge bearing
Exhaust thrust of lorry pile up.
Age stoops into shed
Struggle to draw cigarette, to
Gates of his putrefied mouth.
Eyes blacker than crow feathers
Butterfly cadaver mascara.
Death at his elbow, vertebra
Valediction ropes
Memory to burnt bridges.
The old man feels fern & roots
Lapping his...
Forking limbs horizontal to
The hardening earth:
As a gravedigger reluctant, to
Leave further space for the dead.
The old man’s back buckles like
An old iron bridge bearing
Exhaust thrust of lorry pile up.
Age stoops into shed
Struggle to draw cigarette, to
Gates of his putrefied mouth.
Eyes blacker than crow feathers
Butterfly cadaver mascara.
Death at his elbow, vertebra
Valediction ropes
Memory to burnt bridges.
The old man feels fern & roots
Lapping his...
#MyInspiration
#nonfiction
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
8th Jun 2020 10:13pm
8th Jun 2020 10:13pm
John's Funeral
My cousin's funeral was one year ago today. John Brown was buried on June 8, 2019 at Meek Cemetery in Bean Station, Tennessee. I was unable to go to his funeral because I didn't actually learn about his death until June the 16th.
John did drugs and sadly, that's why he's dead. For any kids who may be reading, Stay away from drugs! John died at the age of forty-eight. While forty-eight isn't young, it's still too young to die. John should've had many more years to live. But because of his drug use, that wasn't possible. John started out smoking pot and eventually started doing worse...
John did drugs and sadly, that's why he's dead. For any kids who may be reading, Stay away from drugs! John died at the age of forty-eight. While forty-eight isn't young, it's still too young to die. John should've had many more years to live. But because of his drug use, that wasn't possible. John started out smoking pot and eventually started doing worse...
#death
#drugs
#anniversary
#graveyard
#nonfiction
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2020 1:54pm
3rd Jun 2020 1:54pm
If He Would've Had The Courage
He did drugs for many years and he finally had to pay.
Because of his drug use, he died one year ago today.
He overdosed last year and sadly, he could not survive.
If he would've had the courage to say no to drugs, he'd still be alive.
When he first started, he smoked pot and later did worse drugs like Meth.
He grew up around the wrong kind of people and that caused his eventual death.
On June 3, 2019, his family and friends had to say goodbye.
If you also do drugs, stop it or you will also eventually die.
Because of his drug use, he died one year ago today.
He overdosed last year and sadly, he could not survive.
If he would've had the courage to say no to drugs, he'd still be alive.
When he first started, he smoked pot and later did worse drugs like Meth.
He grew up around the wrong kind of people and that caused his eventual death.
On June 3, 2019, his family and friends had to say goodbye.
If you also do drugs, stop it or you will also eventually die.
#death
#drugs
#anniversary #nonfiction
#anniversary #nonfiction
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
31st May 2020 11:55pm
31st May 2020 11:55pm
don't do 'keep fit', or 'sing along ..'
if I see one more 'positive' online
message to 'help us' get through
the current 'crisis' I swear I'll go
back to 'listening' to the wireless
message to 'help us' get through
the current 'crisis' I swear I'll go
back to 'listening' to the wireless
#nonfiction
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