Fictional Prose Seeking Friendly Advice
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
Friendly feedback has been requested for these poems.
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 5:14pm
18th Sep 2019 5:14pm
When Love Calls (Chapter Six)
#passion
28 reads
5 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 3:03pm
15th Sep 2019 3:03pm
When Love Calls (Chapter Five)
#passion
52 reads
8 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 10:25am
15th Sep 2019 10:25am
The New Norm
( prose poetry )
There’s a ubiquitous stain throughout the house, in every room. A brown sepia that comes from the fires blazing over the low summits of hills from the coastline on a regular basis. The windows are perpetually shut tight but still the stench of burnoff seeps in. The ocean’s sea breeze has long become a wet-dream memory.
Supper has long gone cold and sits abandoned in the small gas stove. It’s been an hour since she drew herself a bath only to lay her bareness across the double bed; its sheets disheveled and matted from the morning’s...
There’s a ubiquitous stain throughout the house, in every room. A brown sepia that comes from the fires blazing over the low summits of hills from the coastline on a regular basis. The windows are perpetually shut tight but still the stench of burnoff seeps in. The ocean’s sea breeze has long become a wet-dream memory.
Supper has long gone cold and sits abandoned in the small gas stove. It’s been an hour since she drew herself a bath only to lay her bareness across the double bed; its sheets disheveled and matted from the morning’s...
#hate
#marriage
#fire #prose
#fire #prose
95 reads
19 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
14th Sep 2019 5:20am
14th Sep 2019 5:20am
I Wept for the Women of the World
I Wept for the Women of the World
I stand and face the picture window while gazing out at the lotus pond. Morning sunlight bathes me in glowing radiance. As I look around in the mirror I see myself in my nightgown, illuminated. I feel pure and angelic. It is as though I am transformed by the light into a spirit, free from hunger, pain, or sorrow.
The soft breeze blows from the ceiling fan and rustles my gown with the cotton fabric tickling my soft skin. My bare feet on the wooden floor tingle with pleasure. I wonder where my husband is. However, I am glad to be alone...
I stand and face the picture window while gazing out at the lotus pond. Morning sunlight bathes me in glowing radiance. As I look around in the mirror I see myself in my nightgown, illuminated. I feel pure and angelic. It is as though I am transformed by the light into a spirit, free from hunger, pain, or sorrow.
The soft breeze blows from the ceiling fan and rustles my gown with the cotton fabric tickling my soft skin. My bare feet on the wooden floor tingle with pleasure. I wonder where my husband is. However, I am glad to be alone...
#love
#women
#relationships
#marriage
#feminism
38 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Sep 2019 7:40pm
13th Sep 2019 7:40pm
Deep In The Night
Deep In The Night
Gossamer, dream-like, your fingers dance, lithe and feathery as a cloud, across the humming harp strings of my body. With the sacrament of your touch, my spirit sighs. My desire forms my response in the shape of my hand arcing gently down your spine. How I long to breathe your redolent perfume, like the aroma of bloody red wine, to linger wrapped in your silent embrace, until the stars overhead wax rhapsodic echoed by our duet of dulcet warbles until we find a sort of freedom, in which love can grow, only to hear your soft whisper echoing across the chambers of...
Gossamer, dream-like, your fingers dance, lithe and feathery as a cloud, across the humming harp strings of my body. With the sacrament of your touch, my spirit sighs. My desire forms my response in the shape of my hand arcing gently down your spine. How I long to breathe your redolent perfume, like the aroma of bloody red wine, to linger wrapped in your silent embrace, until the stars overhead wax rhapsodic echoed by our duet of dulcet warbles until we find a sort of freedom, in which love can grow, only to hear your soft whisper echoing across the chambers of...
#love
#night
#nature
#mythology
#sensual
57 reads
5 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
12th Sep 2019 4:31pm
12th Sep 2019 4:31pm
When Love Calls (Chapter Four)
SAND POINT
Long Island, New York
Pre-Dawn
The chauffeur pulled onto a tree lined private paved road. She had time to think along the stretch of mile ride.
Zaniyah was still chagrined her father requested her presence.
For once would the man just allow her to grow up she thought?
The chauffeur pulled the vehicle in front of a four story limestone mansion. He rested the engine, unsnapped his seatbelt and opened the door. He stepped out the Mercedes limousine and pushed the door close
Zaniyah always appreciated the comforts...
Long Island, New York
Pre-Dawn
The chauffeur pulled onto a tree lined private paved road. She had time to think along the stretch of mile ride.
Zaniyah was still chagrined her father requested her presence.
For once would the man just allow her to grow up she thought?
The chauffeur pulled the vehicle in front of a four story limestone mansion. He rested the engine, unsnapped his seatbelt and opened the door. He stepped out the Mercedes limousine and pushed the door close
Zaniyah always appreciated the comforts...
#passion
67 reads
15 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Sep 2019 9:43pm
10th Sep 2019 9:43pm
Wrestling in the Metropolitan
#love
#apocalypse
#FallingInLove
#sensual
#dystopian
53 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
6th Sep 2019 1:13am
6th Sep 2019 1:13am
When Love Calls (Chapter Three)
QUINTESSENTIAL TRIBECA LOFT
New York, New York
Marcus looked down at the chessboard. He looked up at Zaniyah.
“I would really think about that next move handsome.”
Marcus glanced down at Zaniyah’s breasts.
“I am definitely thinking about this next move. Checkmate.”
“Really.”
“Take a look beautiful woman.”
Marcus turned the chessboard around to allow Zaniyah to see she had no other option, but to surrender her king.
“I guess I have to pay the pauper.”
“That...
New York, New York
Marcus looked down at the chessboard. He looked up at Zaniyah.
“I would really think about that next move handsome.”
Marcus glanced down at Zaniyah’s breasts.
“I am definitely thinking about this next move. Checkmate.”
“Really.”
“Take a look beautiful woman.”
Marcus turned the chessboard around to allow Zaniyah to see she had no other option, but to surrender her king.
“I guess I have to pay the pauper.”
“That...
#passion
60 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
5th Sep 2019 8:54pm
5th Sep 2019 8:54pm
Out of Style but In Luck
Out of Style but In Luck
My walk takes me through a dimly lit hallway in a downtown business building of Natchez, Mississippi. From around the corner, a woman walks toward me. I immediately recognize her.
I ask her “Do you remember me?”
She smiles wide and replies, “How could I forget those bell-bottoms pants and that plaid shirt? You were mighty sassy but we got you through it.”
I smile back and reply, “Did you read my obit about me being enrolled in your typing class at the time of my death?”
“Oh, now you’re playing head games. I...
My walk takes me through a dimly lit hallway in a downtown business building of Natchez, Mississippi. From around the corner, a woman walks toward me. I immediately recognize her.
I ask her “Do you remember me?”
She smiles wide and replies, “How could I forget those bell-bottoms pants and that plaid shirt? You were mighty sassy but we got you through it.”
I smile back and reply, “Did you read my obit about me being enrolled in your typing class at the time of my death?”
“Oh, now you’re playing head games. I...
#romantic
#astrology
#Buddhist
#rebirth
#FallingInLove
49 reads
7 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
5th Sep 2019 7:23pm
5th Sep 2019 7:23pm
Midtown Market
The year is 7289. In the city of Vidence, one of the last great cloud cities, located at what people used to think was only a myth...the end of a rainbow, is Ocean Destiny IV, a short (5" 1/2'), twenty two year old (though often mistaken for twelve), VapoAbimigender (though looks somewhat female), Cyborg with large, downward turned, light blue eyes with double rows of long, thick, eyelashes, long, thick, straight, medium brown hair with wavy ends, pale skin, a slight unibrow, high cheekbones, rosy cheeks, and an entirely mechanical left arm/shoulder and left foot (both with a circuit board...
#fiction
#ShortStory
#aliens
#FallingInLove
#scifi
20 reads
2 Comments
emilyrose1995
Poem Published
5th Sep 2019 4:28am
5th Sep 2019 4:28am
Davey-boy
I kneel before the headstone; it is plain, no intricate design, no ornate details, just as I expected. It reads:
David J. Silverman
Father, husband, veteran
1909-1983
There is a vase of wilted flowers that I'm sure Aunt Jane brought, knowing damn well if you were alive, you would tell her to take them back.
"You were a brute, old bastard," I sigh heavily, "you hated everyone and everything. All I ever wanted to hear, my whole life was, 'good job, David. I'm proud of you.' But you could never say those words. Why was it so hard for you?" I glance around momentarily,...
David J. Silverman
Father, husband, veteran
1909-1983
There is a vase of wilted flowers that I'm sure Aunt Jane brought, knowing damn well if you were alive, you would tell her to take them back.
"You were a brute, old bastard," I sigh heavily, "you hated everyone and everything. All I ever wanted to hear, my whole life was, 'good job, David. I'm proud of you.' But you could never say those words. Why was it so hard for you?" I glance around momentarily,...
#father
#children
#family #ghosts
#family #ghosts
39 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
4th Oct 2015 6:37pm
4th Oct 2015 6:37pm
Strangers in the Night
Strangers in the Night
I love the smell of books. I think that, even more than my love of literature, may be the reason I work in a used book store. That and because it is so quiet. I love quiet places where I find I can think more clearly. I know people who crave noise and feel lonely in places like this book store.
However, I feel right at home among the books of Pablo Neruda and Anne Sexton two of my favorite authors among the many represented in the stacks of this antiquarian book store. The books are like companions to me. I feel as though I am in the company of the...
I love the smell of books. I think that, even more than my love of literature, may be the reason I work in a used book store. That and because it is so quiet. I love quiet places where I find I can think more clearly. I know people who crave noise and feel lonely in places like this book store.
However, I feel right at home among the books of Pablo Neruda and Anne Sexton two of my favorite authors among the many represented in the stacks of this antiquarian book store. The books are like companions to me. I feel as though I am in the company of the...
#AnneSexton
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2 Comments
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