Nonfiction Published by Members Recently Online Poems
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Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
24th Aug 2017 4:22am
24th Aug 2017 4:22am
Freedom from a distant King
(are we there yet...?)
letters borne on white billowed sails
flags of distant land flying
all hail the descending royalties
smug fat faces shiny and smiling
oh how they exude benevolence
bend the knees, palms to forehead
deities from the skies, all hail
never a step missed
never a frozen face frowned
words of welcome murmured
never above the safe decible
they are greedy girth spanned wide
deny them not their food and drinks
born of the peasants sweat
palsied fingers paying ...
letters borne on white billowed sails
flags of distant land flying
all hail the descending royalties
smug fat faces shiny and smiling
oh how they exude benevolence
bend the knees, palms to forehead
deities from the skies, all hail
never a step missed
never a frozen face frowned
words of welcome murmured
never above the safe decible
they are greedy girth spanned wide
deny them not their food and drinks
born of the peasants sweat
palsied fingers paying ...
#corruption
#politics
#environment
#historical
#nonfiction
810 reads
8 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
24th Aug 2017 4:22am
24th Aug 2017 4:22am
Freedom from a distant King
(are we there yet...?)
letters borne on white billowed sails
flags of distant land flying
all hail the descending royalties
smug fat faces shiny and smiling
oh how they exude benevolence
bend the knees, palms to forehead
deities from the skies, all hail
never a step missed
never a frozen face frowned
words of welcome murmured
never above the safe decible
they are greedy girth spanned wide
deny them not their food and drinks
born of the peasants sweat
palsied fingers paying ...
letters borne on white billowed sails
flags of distant land flying
all hail the descending royalties
smug fat faces shiny and smiling
oh how they exude benevolence
bend the knees, palms to forehead
deities from the skies, all hail
never a step missed
never a frozen face frowned
words of welcome murmured
never above the safe decible
they are greedy girth spanned wide
deny them not their food and drinks
born of the peasants sweat
palsied fingers paying ...
#corruption
#politics
#environment
#historical
#nonfiction
810 reads
8 Comments
Her
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:08pm
Yesterday 12:08pm
I Understand, Why I Can’t Stand Understanding
Journal entry, recent past
Victimized, I no longer identify as a victim. Terrorized, I no longer live in fear. My self-confidence was held down, beaten down, but I’ve risen above what I was told. The worst thing about living a life filled with toxic shame is that you believe the lies that are fed to you. I was never my illness or the person I was told I was and the atrocities that were done to me were never my fault, however, I was chastised for complaining. I was labeled a whiner. As I was coming out of the fog that was my existence, I was told that my explanations only made...
Victimized, I no longer identify as a victim. Terrorized, I no longer live in fear. My self-confidence was held down, beaten down, but I’ve risen above what I was told. The worst thing about living a life filled with toxic shame is that you believe the lies that are fed to you. I was never my illness or the person I was told I was and the atrocities that were done to me were never my fault, however, I was chastised for complaining. I was labeled a whiner. As I was coming out of the fog that was my existence, I was told that my explanations only made...
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#nonfiction
#PTSD
#sadness
75 reads
7 Comments
Her
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:08pm
Yesterday 12:08pm
I Understand, Why I Can’t Stand Understanding
Journal entry, recent past
Victimized, I no longer identify as a victim. Terrorized, I no longer live in fear. My self-confidence was held down, beaten down, but I’ve risen above what I was told. The worst thing about living a life filled with toxic shame is that you believe the lies that are fed to you. I was never my illness or the person I was told I was and the atrocities that were done to me were never my fault, however, I was chastised for complaining. I was labeled a whiner. As I was coming out of the fog that was my existence, I was told that my explanations only made...
Victimized, I no longer identify as a victim. Terrorized, I no longer live in fear. My self-confidence was held down, beaten down, but I’ve risen above what I was told. The worst thing about living a life filled with toxic shame is that you believe the lies that are fed to you. I was never my illness or the person I was told I was and the atrocities that were done to me were never my fault, however, I was chastised for complaining. I was labeled a whiner. As I was coming out of the fog that was my existence, I was told that my explanations only made...
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#nonfiction
#PTSD
#sadness
75 reads
7 Comments
Her
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:08pm
Yesterday 12:08pm
I Understand, Why I Can’t Stand Understanding
Journal entry, recent past
Victimized, I no longer identify as a victim. Terrorized, I no longer live in fear. My self-confidence was held down, beaten down, but I’ve risen above what I was told. The worst thing about living a life filled with toxic shame is that you believe the lies that are fed to you. I was never my illness or the person I was told I was and the atrocities that were done to me were never my fault, however, I was chastised for complaining. I was labeled a whiner. As I was coming out of the fog that was my existence, I was told that my explanations only made...
Victimized, I no longer identify as a victim. Terrorized, I no longer live in fear. My self-confidence was held down, beaten down, but I’ve risen above what I was told. The worst thing about living a life filled with toxic shame is that you believe the lies that are fed to you. I was never my illness or the person I was told I was and the atrocities that were done to me were never my fault, however, I was chastised for complaining. I was labeled a whiner. As I was coming out of the fog that was my existence, I was told that my explanations only made...
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#nonfiction
#PTSD
#sadness
75 reads
7 Comments
Her
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:08pm
Yesterday 12:08pm
I Understand, Why I Can’t Stand Understanding
Journal entry, recent past
Victimized, I no longer identify as a victim. Terrorized, I no longer live in fear. My self-confidence was held down, beaten down, but I’ve risen above what I was told. The worst thing about living a life filled with toxic shame is that you believe the lies that are fed to you. I was never my illness or the person I was told I was and the atrocities that were done to me were never my fault, however, I was chastised for complaining. I was labeled a whiner. As I was coming out of the fog that was my existence, I was told that my explanations only made...
Victimized, I no longer identify as a victim. Terrorized, I no longer live in fear. My self-confidence was held down, beaten down, but I’ve risen above what I was told. The worst thing about living a life filled with toxic shame is that you believe the lies that are fed to you. I was never my illness or the person I was told I was and the atrocities that were done to me were never my fault, however, I was chastised for complaining. I was labeled a whiner. As I was coming out of the fog that was my existence, I was told that my explanations only made...
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#nonfiction
#PTSD
#sadness
75 reads
7 Comments
Her
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:08pm
Yesterday 12:08pm
I Understand, Why I Can’t Stand Understanding
Journal entry, recent past
Victimized, I no longer identify as a victim. Terrorized, I no longer live in fear. My self-confidence was held down, beaten down, but I’ve risen above what I was told. The worst thing about living a life filled with toxic shame is that you believe the lies that are fed to you. I was never my illness or the person I was told I was and the atrocities that were done to me were never my fault, however, I was chastised for complaining. I was labeled a whiner. As I was coming out of the fog that was my existence, I was told that my explanations only made...
Victimized, I no longer identify as a victim. Terrorized, I no longer live in fear. My self-confidence was held down, beaten down, but I’ve risen above what I was told. The worst thing about living a life filled with toxic shame is that you believe the lies that are fed to you. I was never my illness or the person I was told I was and the atrocities that were done to me were never my fault, however, I was chastised for complaining. I was labeled a whiner. As I was coming out of the fog that was my existence, I was told that my explanations only made...
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#nonfiction
#PTSD
#sadness
75 reads
7 Comments
Trome
Poem Published
1st Sep 2019 9:28am
1st Sep 2019 9:28am
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
519 reads
2 Comments
Trome
Poem Published
1st Sep 2019 9:28am
1st Sep 2019 9:28am
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
519 reads
2 Comments
Penguinphile
Ab.C.
Ab.C.
Poem Published
15th May 2021 8:48am
15th May 2021 8:48am
An Old Tale
The difference between humans and animals. Animals would never allow the dumbest of the herd to lead them.
Seeing the men/nations in their arrogance during this Israel-Palestine aggression towards each other who think a religion and point of views can be killed by guns and ammunition.
And this all makes me wonder long ago, when an early galaxy began to pour light out into the surrounding darkness no witness could have known that billions of years later. Some remote clumps of rock and metal, ice and organic molecules would fall together to form a place that we call earth. And...
Seeing the men/nations in their arrogance during this Israel-Palestine aggression towards each other who think a religion and point of views can be killed by guns and ammunition.
And this all makes me wonder long ago, when an early galaxy began to pour light out into the surrounding darkness no witness could have known that billions of years later. Some remote clumps of rock and metal, ice and organic molecules would fall together to form a place that we call earth. And...
#nonfiction
398 reads
2 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:54am
Yesterday 11:54am
The Late Douglas Adams
He was very tall, he stood six feet five.
He died too young, he couldn't survive.
He wrote "The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy" and some episodes of "Doctor Who".
Dying at the young age of forty-nine was tragic and that's certainly true.
He died nearly a quarter of a century ago and he won't be coming back.
He was a British man and people were sad when he died of a heart attack.
When this talented man died, it was a devastating blow.
I wish he could've lived longer but it was his time to go.
He died too young, he couldn't survive.
He wrote "The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy" and some episodes of "Doctor Who".
Dying at the young age of forty-nine was tragic and that's certainly true.
He died nearly a quarter of a century ago and he won't be coming back.
He was a British man and people were sad when he died of a heart attack.
When this talented man died, it was a devastating blow.
I wish he could've lived longer but it was his time to go.
#Britain
#death
#nonfiction
10 reads
0 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:54am
Yesterday 11:54am
The Late Douglas Adams
He was very tall, he stood six feet five.
He died too young, he couldn't survive.
He wrote "The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy" and some episodes of "Doctor Who".
Dying at the young age of forty-nine was tragic and that's certainly true.
He died nearly a quarter of a century ago and he won't be coming back.
He was a British man and people were sad when he died of a heart attack.
When this talented man died, it was a devastating blow.
I wish he could've lived longer but it was his time to go.
He died too young, he couldn't survive.
He wrote "The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy" and some episodes of "Doctor Who".
Dying at the young age of forty-nine was tragic and that's certainly true.
He died nearly a quarter of a century ago and he won't be coming back.
He was a British man and people were sad when he died of a heart attack.
When this talented man died, it was a devastating blow.
I wish he could've lived longer but it was his time to go.
#Britain
#death
#nonfiction
10 reads
0 Comments
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