Non-Fiction Prose Seeking Honest Critique
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
17th Apr 2025 2:06pm
17th Apr 2025 2:06pm
A Reading for My Friend's Abortion
Leader: To the unborn child, we acknowledge the complexity of life's choices.
Congregation: May the soil be forgiving where we step, and the winds carry away the sorrow of our hearts.
Leader: In the solitude of decision, we wrestle with the weight of existence. We honor the potential of life, especially of the unborn.
Congregation: For the life within her, pure and innocent, born of lust, we offer our deepest apologies.
Leader: May we find strength in our shared humanity, recognizing the gravity of our decisions.
Congregation: And beseech the Universe...
Congregation: May the soil be forgiving where we step, and the winds carry away the sorrow of our hearts.
Leader: In the solitude of decision, we wrestle with the weight of existence. We honor the potential of life, especially of the unborn.
Congregation: For the life within her, pure and innocent, born of lust, we offer our deepest apologies.
Leader: May we find strength in our shared humanity, recognizing the gravity of our decisions.
Congregation: And beseech the Universe...
#atheism
#death
#LifeStruggles #religion
#LifeStruggles #religion
137 reads
1 Comment
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 2:58pm
14th Apr 2025 2:58pm
Unsent Letter to Grieving Parents
Text from Julian's yearbook: We were so blessed the day we welcomed you into our family. You arrived on your own terms, feet first, and you’ve been running ever since. We have always been amazed by your determination, courage, compassion, and strength. Never take life for granted and know that we love you beyond measure. Mom and Dad
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Smith,
I am deeply sorry for your loss. Your daughter was a remarkable person, full of life and kindness, and her passing has left a void for all who knew her. It is truly heartbreaking that such a vibrant spirit has been...
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Smith,
I am deeply sorry for your loss. Your daughter was a remarkable person, full of life and kindness, and her passing has left a void for all who knew her. It is truly heartbreaking that such a vibrant spirit has been...
#death
#grief
#sex
95 reads
0 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
12th Apr 2025 11:30am
12th Apr 2025 11:30am
Cursed Pentacles
#corruption
57 reads
1 Comment
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 5:01am
5th Apr 2025 5:01am
SpotLight - PAR
Welcome back to SpotLight, I’m Damian DeadLove. Got another great episode tonight, that I hope you’ll enjoy. This interview segment is meant for the DU community, as a way to get to know about the poet/poetess behind the writes.
Our guest tonight is a poet who calls Portugal home. He’s been a member here since May of 2022. And has over 800 writes, folks.
He’s a gifted writer with all the tools. A tremendous storyteller with a vast vocabulary. Most of all he’s a kind soul.
Tonight’s guest is: (Paulo Acacio Ramos) but we all call him, PAR. Round...
Our guest tonight is a poet who calls Portugal home. He’s been a member here since May of 2022. And has over 800 writes, folks.
He’s a gifted writer with all the tools. A tremendous storyteller with a vast vocabulary. Most of all he’s a kind soul.
Tonight’s guest is: (Paulo Acacio Ramos) but we all call him, PAR. Round...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
162 reads
13 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 9:32am
4th Apr 2025 9:32am
Willfully In The Dark
It is I again. I guess I should have explained something about myself, I don’t know if I ever addressed this, I hate fucking politics. I write about them sure, but I don’t love anything about the process. I stay informed, but I’m not a fan.
It’s a necessity, not something I enjoy. It helped ruin a friendship, someone I loved liked a brother, it helped destroy a songwriting partnership. Because, I woke up from a 33 year party, and realized some lines had been crossed.
Worst of all it didn’t get any better, when I got sober. I’m talking about, Joey G, of course....
It’s a necessity, not something I enjoy. It helped ruin a friendship, someone I loved liked a brother, it helped destroy a songwriting partnership. Because, I woke up from a 33 year party, and realized some lines had been crossed.
Worst of all it didn’t get any better, when I got sober. I’m talking about, Joey G, of course....
#philosophical
#satirical
149 reads
10 Comments
magichearts
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 8:12pm
2nd Apr 2025 8:12pm
Zero "0"
Did you notice something about "0"?
You go along one side, quantity changes,
You go along other side, quantity changes
But when you pass through " 0", quality changes
I don't mean "0", I mean " शून्य " And its practical...
You go along one side, quantity changes,
You go along other side, quantity changes
But when you pass through " 0", quality changes
I don't mean "0", I mean " शून्य " And its practical...
#gratitude
80 reads
0 Comments
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 10:14pm
1st Apr 2025 10:14pm
"The Winter Warsaw Wladyslaw"
Władysław Szpilman’s world, a vibrant tapestry of music and camaraderie, was shattered in September 1939 with the Nazi invasion of Poland.
His beloved Warsaw, a city pulsating with life and art, became a prison, its streets echoing with the boots of oppression. The loss was immediate and devastating: his radio station, his livelihood, his sense of normalcy, all stripped away.
The gradual erosion of their humanity, the forced relocation to the Warsaw Ghetto, the constant fear, the daily horrors—these were the losses that chipped away at his soul. He witnessed...
His beloved Warsaw, a city pulsating with life and art, became a prison, its streets echoing with the boots of oppression. The loss was immediate and devastating: his radio station, his livelihood, his sense of normalcy, all stripped away.
The gradual erosion of their humanity, the forced relocation to the Warsaw Ghetto, the constant fear, the daily horrors—these were the losses that chipped away at his soul. He witnessed...
#abuse
#despair
#fear
#loneliness
#suffering
87 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 8:03pm
1st Apr 2025 8:03pm
My apologies to you
#confessional
#murder
#wife
83 reads
10 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
31st Mar 2025 9:23am
31st Mar 2025 9:23am
My Final Resting Place (The Blue Notebook)
It is I, again. I’m the itch that can’t be scratched, folks. Slightly annoying, but I mean well. In all seriousness, I’m just always looking for a catchy beginning. Hey, they can’t all be winners. It doesn’t get me down though, people.
In the immortal words of David Lee Roth: “You gotta roll with the punches to get to what’s real.” It’s all about adapting, being a counterpuncher, that’s been my entire existence. Some things in this world are avoidable, others not so much.
Look, I’m just a humble poet. With little stories that I hope helps somebody out...
In the immortal words of David Lee Roth: “You gotta roll with the punches to get to what’s real.” It’s all about adapting, being a counterpuncher, that’s been my entire existence. Some things in this world are avoidable, others not so much.
Look, I’m just a humble poet. With little stories that I hope helps somebody out...
#philosophical
165 reads
18 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
24th Mar 2025 3:25pm
24th Mar 2025 3:25pm
A few thoughts
Fragmented words creep into my dictionary
How can I make you understand?
The dissatisfaction of your own hide
Thoughts of my poetry skinning you alive
If every point had a reason
Then every word would have a meaning
I'll lure you in, since your intrigued
Finding the right word, causes such fatigue
No one's worth it in the long run
Everyone is out for themselves
We continue to create, articulate and construct
For those who enjoy, thanks for giving two fucks!
How can I make you understand?
The dissatisfaction of your own hide
Thoughts of my poetry skinning you alive
If every point had a reason
Then every word would have a meaning
I'll lure you in, since your intrigued
Finding the right word, causes such fatigue
No one's worth it in the long run
Everyone is out for themselves
We continue to create, articulate and construct
For those who enjoy, thanks for giving two fucks!
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
111 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Non-Fiction Prose Seeking Critique: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters (Page 2)
