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.
the5thRiddler
Poem Published
19th Aug 2019 6:24pm
19th Aug 2019 6:24pm
coming soon
Once I’ve finished some work for someone, I’ll come back and show my “Explain Further Manuscript” from scratch, as soon as I start it in my diary.
A small project, that I promise will be done.
A small project, that I promise will be done.
#dreams
#nonfiction
21 reads
socksscareme
Socks
Socks
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2019 5:13pm
2nd Aug 2019 5:13pm
For Keeps
#lust
#sex
#memories
#crush
#nonfiction
109 reads
5 Comments
HowlingWhelms
Noire
Noire
Poem Published
1st Aug 2019 2:08am
1st Aug 2019 2:08am
` to the silence that turn'd me feral...
my eyes fell upon the sun
nomadically descending
like the alchemist it is..
vanishing into secrets held
by earth for over four
point five billion years, as
if she’s his majical chamber
touching me in the raw;
these excavations fills
distances between bone
and absent skin
then am i made a woman
..a naked relic
..whole
and undisturbed stitched
in within horizons
i want to capture this
moment in a...
nomadically descending
like the alchemist it is..
vanishing into secrets held
by earth for over four
point five billion years, as
if she’s his majical chamber
touching me in the raw;
these excavations fills
distances between bone
and absent skin
then am i made a woman
..a naked relic
..whole
and undisturbed stitched
in within horizons
i want to capture this
moment in a...
#metaphor
#nonfiction
142 reads
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
30th Jul 2019 2:12pm
30th Jul 2019 2:12pm
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
43 reads
2 Comments
BobbyJames
Poem Published
30th Jul 2019 7:16am
30th Jul 2019 7:16am
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
44 reads
2 Comments
HowlingWhelms
Noire
Noire
Poem Published
26th Jul 2019 00:40am
26th Jul 2019 00:40am
burden mine
voic'd and press'd against my cerebellum
fucking the creases of it: "this place is just too narrow for you to rest"'
i linger
and i linger long in/exhaling my reply: i know
wondering what kind of torture did i wield
in my lifetimes to deserve all of this, when i am nothing more than a
tenant of mortal clay: ...
fucking the creases of it: "this place is just too narrow for you to rest"'
i linger
and i linger long in/exhaling my reply: i know
wondering what kind of torture did i wield
in my lifetimes to deserve all of this, when i am nothing more than a
tenant of mortal clay: ...
#anxiety
#peace
#PTSD
#SelfWorth
#nonfiction
143 reads
HowlingWhelms
Noire
Noire
Poem Published
25th Jul 2019 3:44am
25th Jul 2019 3:44am
Nonsense and so many ands...
she extends herself
into heaven yet twirling her
toes into hell: waving
fingers in tandem
'the word home- whether in
English, Hebrew or French
for her it’s difficult to
translate '
causing only handfuls of her
to spill forth
42.1399● N, 67.9045● E
she says to be captured under
a tongue is not the same
as embrace,
it is beyond any genre, it is
beyond the Principle of
Design .to be kept in...
into heaven yet twirling her
toes into hell: waving
fingers in tandem
'the word home- whether in
English, Hebrew or French
for her it’s difficult to
translate '
causing only handfuls of her
to spill forth
42.1399● N, 67.9045● E
she says to be captured under
a tongue is not the same
as embrace,
it is beyond any genre, it is
beyond the Principle of
Design .to be kept in...
#LifeStruggles
#satirical
#sacrifice #nonfiction
#sacrifice #nonfiction
166 reads
Juliette1215
Poem Published
14th Jul 2019 2:35am
14th Jul 2019 2:35am
"Writer's Block"
I tend to dream about bizarre things
These dreams seem to be the birthplace for my dark thoughts
And
My
Fears
Failure to express my feelings result in chaos
Internal chaos
And it becomes hard to function
Its almost like a writer's block, yet worse
I'm a psychological masochist at best, yet refuse to admit it, most of the time.
Truly
I don't know what I want
Hopefully, some day I will.
Someday I will
These dreams seem to be the birthplace for my dark thoughts
And
My
Fears
Failure to express my feelings result in chaos
Internal chaos
And it becomes hard to function
Its almost like a writer's block, yet worse
I'm a psychological masochist at best, yet refuse to admit it, most of the time.
Truly
I don't know what I want
Hopefully, some day I will.
Someday I will
#loneliness
#confusion
#denial #nonfiction
#denial #nonfiction
35 reads
1 Comment
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
8th Jul 2019 00:26am
8th Jul 2019 00:26am
other people's diaries ..
well, no, you didn't leave them
lying around, I agree, came across
them buried underground,
like your cheese,
and since the city was already
half burned down, I thought what
possible harm might there be
if one pepys ..
lying around, I agree, came across
them buried underground,
like your cheese,
and since the city was already
half burned down, I thought what
possible harm might there be
if one pepys ..
#fiction
#nonfiction
46 reads
2 Comments
Zaynab_kamoonpury
Poem Published
27th Jun 2019 7:12am
27th Jun 2019 7:12am
For future contests
Just reserving space for entries
#inspirational
#nonfiction
36 reads
0 Comments
inechoingsilence
Bumped 11th Jun 2019 2:30am
2nd Jun 2019 7:01pm
2nd Jun 2019 7:01pm
Culinary School Lessons for Life
Sweet Sixteen in 1994, what a cosmic joke
I was a girl in worlds that hated my existence
Especially two white-pride boys, top of school society
We all went to school together, then vo-tech
I was far more intelligent, strike one for me
A girl who didn’t fall for their charm, strike two
Semitic in a world of Aryans, strike three
The first two strikes were easily evaded
But the last one nearly cost me my life twice
Sixteen and studying to be a chef
Girl in a man’s world, already despised
Bad enough I saw them in academics ...
I was a girl in worlds that hated my existence
Especially two white-pride boys, top of school society
We all went to school together, then vo-tech
I was far more intelligent, strike one for me
A girl who didn’t fall for their charm, strike two
Semitic in a world of Aryans, strike three
The first two strikes were easily evaded
But the last one nearly cost me my life twice
Sixteen and studying to be a chef
Girl in a man’s world, already despised
Bad enough I saw them in academics ...
#religion
#narrative
#TruthOfLife #nonfiction
#TruthOfLife #nonfiction
161 reads
9 Comments
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
23rd May 2019 10:06am
23rd May 2019 10:06am
In the Midst
In the midst of falling for who weve always been and this marketing reality...my memory still flushes you out as if...as we were guilty of abandonment or emotional dismemberment at will and not victims of various entities trying to turn the house against itself and then proclaim victory, take over ie siege or unreconcilable fallibility by some who fed from your pocketbook. Luckily an inbox message and a glass of wine helped to clear my mind. I couldnt help thinking about all the times I left my drink unattended in your company at Temptations like a jellybean bouncing off the wall while, being...
#nonfiction
50 reads
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