Long Non-Fiction Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
tree1325
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Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 11:36pm
27th Jan 2025 11:36pm
20 Years
Hey, kiddo.”
I say softly as she walks into view, a warm smile already tugging on my lips. She lifts her head to meet my eyes, tilting it as she observes my face, before suddenly announcing, “You look like Grammy!” I can’t help but chuckle at her response, kneeling down so that we are eye-to-eye. I watch as she takes in my most despised parts, my double chin, thin mouth, and plump cheeks, a mix of curiosity and affection shining in her bright brown eyes.
“I guess so.” I reply quietly, a similar blend of emotions swimming with tears in mine. There are so many things I...
I say softly as she walks into view, a warm smile already tugging on my lips. She lifts her head to meet my eyes, tilting it as she observes my face, before suddenly announcing, “You look like Grammy!” I can’t help but chuckle at her response, kneeling down so that we are eye-to-eye. I watch as she takes in my most despised parts, my double chin, thin mouth, and plump cheeks, a mix of curiosity and affection shining in her bright brown eyes.
“I guess so.” I reply quietly, a similar blend of emotions swimming with tears in mine. There are so many things I...
#childhood
#confessional
#dreams #LifeCycle
#dreams #LifeCycle
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 1:07am
26th Jan 2025 1:07am
Gonna Be Me Till The End
I'm a part of a community on Reddit called twinflames. People downvoted the post I made about being disabled in my abusive mother's home and how I'm scared my twin flame, Josh may choose someone for the shallow, superficial reasons- a girl who makes him look good on paper.
The rage is flooding, erupting like the biggest volcano. It reminds me of the people who blamed me for not leaving my mom's home as if I have a better option. Group homes and independent living would suck!!!! They act like being spoiled and getting the resources I need here is bad.
Unlike others, I...
The rage is flooding, erupting like the biggest volcano. It reminds me of the people who blamed me for not leaving my mom's home as if I have a better option. Group homes and independent living would suck!!!! They act like being spoiled and getting the resources I need here is bad.
Unlike others, I...
#apathy
#dark
#hate
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 5:53pm
25th Jan 2025 5:53pm
The Others
As I previously mentioned she was encountering "Them"
Figures that looked and sounded like children
Lately however, she's been witnessing these "Other" figures
These figures aren't as playful and innocent as the children
"The Others", as she calls them, are harassing and menacing her, usually in the evening
"The Others" are much taller, black shadows, resembling a person
Like the children, she can't make out their faces, but a negative, icy vibe is what she feels
Several times when "The Others" come...
Figures that looked and sounded like children
Lately however, she's been witnessing these "Other" figures
These figures aren't as playful and innocent as the children
"The Others", as she calls them, are harassing and menacing her, usually in the evening
"The Others" are much taller, black shadows, resembling a person
Like the children, she can't make out their faces, but a negative, icy vibe is what she feels
Several times when "The Others" come...
#aging
#evil
#fear
#MentalHealth
#scary
67 reads
6 Comments
56ApacheLove
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 1:37pm
25th Jan 2025 1:37pm
This Ain't No Bull
I had a dream once, I was in this building full of rooms and people, then all of the sudden I hear folk screaming and running, and as I turn around, here is this red bull charging through everyone. I take off running for my life when I realized he had his sights set on me only. I ran into one of the rooms trying to hide behind crates and stuff the rooms were filled with, but the bull knew exactly where I was, as he horned the goods tossing them about until he was in range of me by two or three feet, and as we locked eyes, all the sudden he turned into a black bull, and I took the pause as an...
#courage
#forgiveness
#love
#redemption
#strength
61 reads
2 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 11:12am
25th Jan 2025 11:12am
through a non mythical lens, Trindada part 2
There is always an untold story, a gesture from the unknown, questions to grapple with along the quest. Some places are just built to remember, channeling all kinds of energies into one being. From jest to fool, magician, all the court cards from Tarot decks can be seen here, tricksters are often most known and seen. Anecdotes and antidotes, there is rough sand paper and there is the most subtle thinnest rice paper.
I wake up unable to know what time it is. A voice speaks, I very gently unzip one part of the window. I can see our neighbour. She sprinkles water...
I wake up unable to know what time it is. A voice speaks, I very gently unzip one part of the window. I can see our neighbour. She sprinkles water...
#travel
97 reads
11 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 5:14am
25th Jan 2025 5:14am
SpotLight - Duende
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 poetess who calls the Netherlands home. Also, it’s the birthplace of the Van Halen brothers. So that’s a cool little fact. She’s been a member since, July of 2016.
She’s a gifted writer bringing many different flavors to the table. She’s a rocker chick who knows good music. But most of all she’s a supportive soul....
Our guest tonight is a poetess who calls the Netherlands home. Also, it’s the birthplace of the Van Halen brothers. So that’s a cool little fact. She’s been a member since, July of 2016.
She’s a gifted writer bringing many different flavors to the table. She’s a rocker chick who knows good music. But most of all she’s a supportive soul....
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#prose
135 reads
26 Comments
mea_ultima_verba
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 7:11pm
22nd Jan 2025 7:11pm
a man's BROKEN EGO WONT BE PUNISHED but a innocent girl jailed for winning from attempt murder on her
#LifeChangingMoment
#manipulation
#morality #prison
#morality #prison
31 reads
2 Comments
mea_ultima_verba
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 7:00pm
22nd Jan 2025 7:00pm
ill tell you my sins save my tears plz (everyone's disapproval she giggled at a funeral that day she knew she was ill)
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#PTSD #suicide
#PTSD #suicide
36 reads
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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 9:11am
21st Jan 2025 9:11am
Little conversations
We are in Lagos, Portugal. Coming from the far North by train and buss,
A frail road sign finally appears in hazed distance. After walking with full backpack over cobble stone roads. Passing markets, medieval walls stretch out, murals in mosaic. Old rustic doors half fallen from their hinges. Plainly it states two words "Trindada Camping"
Having registered at the desk where a short tanned man hums many hmms.
"Bom dia" we say as this desk clerk only points a dark rimmed finger.
We return to this place which we formerly swore to never...
A frail road sign finally appears in hazed distance. After walking with full backpack over cobble stone roads. Passing markets, medieval walls stretch out, murals in mosaic. Old rustic doors half fallen from their hinges. Plainly it states two words "Trindada Camping"
Having registered at the desk where a short tanned man hums many hmms.
"Bom dia" we say as this desk clerk only points a dark rimmed finger.
We return to this place which we formerly swore to never...
#travel
73 reads
4 Comments
ChaosScripted
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 3:02am
21st Jan 2025 3:02am
Prophetic Vision: 2:20 am, January 21, 2024
This is the vision that came to me from the Lord, my Father Above:
Eyes like nebulas, bright and aflame looking back at me amid a mist of darkness and white bright light beyond. All at once I’m taken up high. Looking down upon what appeared as a misshapen and segmented boulder. I look closer and it’s two swollen sections resembling two basins. At the top separating the two basins is a bright burning eye resembling the nebulae that was looking at me just a moment ago. Directly above the fiery eye is what appears to be a broken stick dotted with a stone or jewel of bright yellow. The left...
Eyes like nebulas, bright and aflame looking back at me amid a mist of darkness and white bright light beyond. All at once I’m taken up high. Looking down upon what appeared as a misshapen and segmented boulder. I look closer and it’s two swollen sections resembling two basins. At the top separating the two basins is a bright burning eye resembling the nebulae that was looking at me just a moment ago. Directly above the fiery eye is what appears to be a broken stick dotted with a stone or jewel of bright yellow. The left...
#faith
#rebirth
#sacrifice
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 8:37pm
18th Jan 2025 8:37pm
Am I Free?
Since I was a kid, I was that quiet kid who had too much on my mind to talk. I was constantly daydreaming, creating a fantasy world that felt safe to me. A world I never wanted to shatter with people's over dependence on me.
I still had close friends back then. At least two went on to become popular later on, but they never felt weird later talking to me.
I was the cool loner in school; I had my own crowd of folks who were similar. We had all some kind of confidence, even me who was more unsure of herself.
I learned early on that I had a dark side. I carried...
I still had close friends back then. At least two went on to become popular later on, but they never felt weird later talking to me.
I was the cool loner in school; I had my own crowd of folks who were similar. We had all some kind of confidence, even me who was more unsure of herself.
I learned early on that I had a dark side. I carried...
#SelfReflection
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DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 8:55am
18th Jan 2025 8:55am
Backstage - Motley Crue
Welcome, Backstage, I’m Damian DeadLove. Tonights band is: Motley Crue. This band has been the soundtrack to a lot of memories in my life. Was I a fan? At one time I really was a big fan. If you ask me that now, I’d have to say I’m a Mick Mars fan. If you follow?
First off, the band formed in 1981, and this is the original line up: Mick Mars - Guitar, Vince Neil - Vocals, Nikki Sixx - Bass, and Tommy Lee - Drums. But were focusing more on 1992-1994 after Vince Neil has quit the band, or was he fired. Well it depends on who you ask.
Nikki says, “Vince quit.”...
First off, the band formed in 1981, and this is the original line up: Mick Mars - Guitar, Vince Neil - Vocals, Nikki Sixx - Bass, and Tommy Lee - Drums. But were focusing more on 1992-1994 after Vince Neil has quit the band, or was he fired. Well it depends on who you ask.
Nikki says, “Vince quit.”...
#music
#prose
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18 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Non-Fiction Prose: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters (Page 2)
