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
Today 7:42pm
Today 7:42pm
Gospel Music
Gospel Music is fantastic music because it praises God.
When it comes to Gospel Music, it's something to applaud.
Anything is good if it praises the Lord.
When it comes to God, he should be adored.
Gospel Music is incredible music and that's a fact.
It's awesome and that's a statement I won't retract.
When it comes to Gospel Music, it's something to applaud.
Anything is good if it praises the Lord.
When it comes to God, he should be adored.
Gospel Music is incredible music and that's a fact.
It's awesome and that's a statement I won't retract.
#religion
#God
#music #nonfiction
#music #nonfiction
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
17th Sep 2020 7:05pm
17th Sep 2020 7:05pm
My Big Buddy
It was very sad when your life came to an end.
You weren't just a cat, you were also my friend.
You became my cat after you were born in 2002.
You were good to me and I was good to you.
You were black, white and gray.
I miss you because you passed away.
You made me feel better whenever I got upset.
You were my big buddy and you were a great pet.
You were very pretty and friendly too.
It was a privilege to have owned you.
(Note: This is not a picture of my cat. It's a picture of a cat that looks very similar.)
You weren't just a cat, you were also my friend.
You became my cat after you were born in 2002.
You were good to me and I was good to you.
You were black, white and gray.
I miss you because you passed away.
You made me feel better whenever I got upset.
You were my big buddy and you were a great pet.
You were very pretty and friendly too.
It was a privilege to have owned you.
(Note: This is not a picture of my cat. It's a picture of a cat that looks very similar.)
#death
#cats
#animals #nonfiction
#animals #nonfiction
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Crazontheinside
Bumped 17th Sep 2020 2:45am
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
9th Sep 2020 2:15pm
9th Sep 2020 2:15pm
Fifty
My cousin would've turned fifty today if he hadn't died in 2019. His name was John Brown and he was born on September 9, 1970. He would've been on this earth for half a century if he hadn't died. He died because he used drugs.
John started out smoking pot and later did worse drugs like Meth. All John cared about was getting high and chasing women. He had the habit of finding the wrong kind of women and doing drugs. If he had said no to drugs, he'd be alive today.
When John came to my house a few years ago, I knew that he had been doing Meth. I said to him "You've been...
John started out smoking pot and later did worse drugs like Meth. All John cared about was getting high and chasing women. He had the habit of finding the wrong kind of women and doing drugs. If he had said no to drugs, he'd be alive today.
When John came to my house a few years ago, I knew that he had been doing Meth. I said to him "You've been...
#death
#birthday
#drugs #nonfiction
#drugs #nonfiction
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
8th Sep 2020 5:49pm
8th Sep 2020 5:49pm
The Stimulus Payments We Received
Certain people hate Donald Trump but they should remember something. Trump gave us $1,200 stimulus payments, plus $500 per child. That money has helped a lot of good people during this horrible and terrifying pandemic. The money sure helped me and I'm grateful for it. I like Trump a little better than I do Joe Biden. I don't like him better by leaps and bounds, but I do like Trump a little better.
i realize that Trump isn't the greatest President we've ever had. If I were to say that he's another Abraham Lincoln, I would be a bold-faced liar. Donald Trump has some flaws but I do...
i realize that Trump isn't the greatest President we've ever had. If I were to say that he's another Abraham Lincoln, I would be a bold-faced liar. Donald Trump has some flaws but I do...
#politics
#nonfiction
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Neoma
Poem Published
29th Aug 2020 00:52am
29th Aug 2020 00:52am
A Thing
Assume fantasy to be the logical climate, since, though life does not always imitate art, it so swiftly sometimes can. According to the Memories of the Future D. H. Lawrence, ‘We have to drop our manner of finish, and allow the mind to move in clusters of images. Our idea of time has crippled our consciousness cruelly’. The end of history means to end history, the persistence of (common) error, the adherence to the barometer of the contemporary politic, the insisting on a big something being the end-all of be-all.
Rather than insisting upon other...
Rather than insisting upon other...
#feminism
#nonfiction
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Neoma
Poem Published
24th Aug 2020 4:12pm
24th Aug 2020 4:12pm
My Transgender Diaries (Winter 2018–Spring 2019)
You've known this feeling for a long
time–it ebbs and flows and for weeks
on end you think you've got it licked–
but then it hits again like a tsunami. It
conveys the message, direct and
personal, not at all confidential
That Everything is lost,
That Everything is compromised,
That Nothing was ever right, not even
from the start,
All the dreams, all the magic, all the
wonder,
All the Hope
Are all just lies,
Everyone you know thinks you're crazy,
Everyone you know thinks you need...
time–it ebbs and flows and for weeks
on end you think you've got it licked–
but then it hits again like a tsunami. It
conveys the message, direct and
personal, not at all confidential
That Everything is lost,
That Everything is compromised,
That Nothing was ever right, not even
from the start,
All the dreams, all the magic, all the
wonder,
All the Hope
Are all just lies,
Everyone you know thinks you're crazy,
Everyone you know thinks you need...
#nonfiction
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Neoma
Poem Published
21st Aug 2020 00:35am
21st Aug 2020 00:35am
My Transgender Diaries (5/27/19)
I want to stop feeling embarrassed by
myself, the way I always do when I try
to step out of my shell, this egg shell,
this bluebird egg shell still cracking into
pieces when I daydream thoughts of
myself envisioning myself a language
but not so much seeing as i am
becoming as I am still not yet, nor
seeing my body myself as I am, but as I
was. Now all together I take estrogen
then for what other people navigate
ordinarily extemporizing themselves
through the states of "Hello". My facial ...
myself, the way I always do when I try
to step out of my shell, this egg shell,
this bluebird egg shell still cracking into
pieces when I daydream thoughts of
myself envisioning myself a language
but not so much seeing as i am
becoming as I am still not yet, nor
seeing my body myself as I am, but as I
was. Now all together I take estrogen
then for what other people navigate
ordinarily extemporizing themselves
through the states of "Hello". My facial ...
#nonfiction
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Neoma
Poem Published
19th Aug 2020 6:47pm
19th Aug 2020 6:47pm
My Transgender Diaries (1/12/19)
Before she was she had her tasks
To diverge to shut up to turn off to sit
down to burst without alternative to
just becoming a half-a-shape ever to
stumble to falter to fail to get out to go
away to fall down repeatedly to receive
lessons
I feel bad, I feel scared, I feel unstable
and very, very sad. I don't know how
this can continue. I have no friends, I've
all but lost connection with my son, I cry
every day. I feel no connection to
anything.
I don't know what to do. I'm barely
holding on....
To diverge to shut up to turn off to sit
down to burst without alternative to
just becoming a half-a-shape ever to
stumble to falter to fail to get out to go
away to fall down repeatedly to receive
lessons
I feel bad, I feel scared, I feel unstable
and very, very sad. I don't know how
this can continue. I have no friends, I've
all but lost connection with my son, I cry
every day. I feel no connection to
anything.
I don't know what to do. I'm barely
holding on....
#nonfiction
47 reads
VeronikaB
Poem Published
19th Aug 2020 3:10pm
19th Aug 2020 3:10pm
Assassin (chapter from a book on English words)
A brief history of the English word assassin, including its legendary connections with cannabis and writers
Assassination is “one of the oldest tools of power politics.” It’s been around for thousands of years. In the year 336 B.C. the King of Macedonia, and father of Alexander the Great, was assassinated by one of his own bodyguards.
Around 650 years earlier, Absalom, a Judaic prince and son of King David, was assassinated by one of his own cousins. And the perhaps most famous assassin in the history of Ancient Rome is Brutus, one of three men who killed Julius...
Assassination is “one of the oldest tools of power politics.” It’s been around for thousands of years. In the year 336 B.C. the King of Macedonia, and father of Alexander the Great, was assassinated by one of his own bodyguards.
Around 650 years earlier, Absalom, a Judaic prince and son of King David, was assassinated by one of his own cousins. And the perhaps most famous assassin in the history of Ancient Rome is Brutus, one of three men who killed Julius...
#narrative
#PowerOfWords
#historical #nonfiction
#historical #nonfiction
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Louise_Usher
Louise Usher
Louise Usher
Poem Published
19th Aug 2020 9:12am
19th Aug 2020 9:12am
Is this like the war
Is this like the war?
I haven’t lived through the war but blimey, I can only imagine something like this was seen in the war times. But they didn’t have supermarkets then from what my Gran told me. It was a separate shop for the meat, the veg, the bread and stuff. I’m not even sure if they had things like rice and pasta back then. They must have had toilet roll I assume. Although Gran had this metal thing screwed into her toilet wall with greaseproof paper inside it. Mum told us we had to rub it together to try and make it softer and hope it might mop up some of us kids...
I haven’t lived through the war but blimey, I can only imagine something like this was seen in the war times. But they didn’t have supermarkets then from what my Gran told me. It was a separate shop for the meat, the veg, the bread and stuff. I’m not even sure if they had things like rice and pasta back then. They must have had toilet roll I assume. Although Gran had this metal thing screwed into her toilet wall with greaseproof paper inside it. Mum told us we had to rub it together to try and make it softer and hope it might mop up some of us kids...
#loneliness
#hope
#prose
#nonfiction
#pandemic
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Louise_Usher
Louise Usher
Louise Usher
Poem Published
19th Aug 2020 9:03am
19th Aug 2020 9:03am
thoughts about lockdown and the virus (the foreword for the book)
All of us seem so different.
Different lives, different countries, the same planet.
Colour, belief and age see no barriers just now. We are all human beings, susceptible to the Covid-19 strain of Corona Virus.
How has this been for us as different humans? What are our experiences, thoughts and feelings? Will we feel the same as each other and live the same groundhog days – or have we had different journeys?
This time in history is unique. We all initially, thought we were invincible. Until the numbers showed every day just how easily this virus was...
Different lives, different countries, the same planet.
Colour, belief and age see no barriers just now. We are all human beings, susceptible to the Covid-19 strain of Corona Virus.
How has this been for us as different humans? What are our experiences, thoughts and feelings? Will we feel the same as each other and live the same groundhog days – or have we had different journeys?
This time in history is unique. We all initially, thought we were invincible. Until the numbers showed every day just how easily this virus was...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#nonfiction
#pandemic
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