Popular Non-Fiction Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
Popular poems, listed in order of their popularity this month.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 7:53pm
12th Jan 2025 7:53pm
My live storie
Im heere two tel u that u ned too stay in skol
I am proof that if yo do't go to skool yo'l end up like me
i dropes out of the 1st grad becuse my teecher give me bad grades & homwork
I left home
I wind up on the stret
dope and alchol fuked my brain by 9
I can't wread & rite two wel
was shot n tha arm and legg thre times
Mum and pops disoned me
I found jeebus, satan and PAR one day
They puled me from the guter
they tawt me how to be a nice, kind man
They said sun, u ned to write your storie
They dircted me to DUP
Now...
I am proof that if yo do't go to skool yo'l end up like me
i dropes out of the 1st grad becuse my teecher give me bad grades & homwork
I left home
I wind up on the stret
dope and alchol fuked my brain by 9
I can't wread & rite two wel
was shot n tha arm and legg thre times
Mum and pops disoned me
I found jeebus, satan and PAR one day
They puled me from the guter
they tawt me how to be a nice, kind man
They said sun, u ned to write your storie
They dircted me to DUP
Now...
#determination
#parody
#PersonalGrowth
#satirical
#TruthOfLife
80 reads
10 Comments
Particles_Of_HerII
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 8:11am
27th Jan 2025 8:11am
I was once somebody's someone
nak’dly perch’d on the shore
of a cold bathtub,
heart running wild ..
shifting like a small animal
with breaths
coiled
between syllables
and ( I ) it's stolen prey
reaching for an identity,
a calm violence warms my
throat
starv’d, my fingertips stutter
my skin
…blurr'd braille,
Howling her howls
of a cold bathtub,
heart running wild ..
shifting like a small animal
with breaths
coiled
between syllables
and ( I ) it's stolen prey
reaching for an identity,
a calm violence warms my
throat
starv’d, my fingertips stutter
my skin
…blurr'd braille,
Howling her howls
#anxiety
#frustration
#love
#memories
#orgasm
154 reads
adagio
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 11:49pm
10th Jan 2025 11:49pm
Get Off My Plains Of Abraham, You Sick Son Of A bitch
Get Off My Plains Of Abraham, You Sick Son Of A bitch
Don't sucré me if tomorrow comes,
with a dark grammarian in shadows
editing my macabre.
Do re mi fa so, it doesn't pull my strings,
punk'd by Poe and Little Jackdaws.
So fuck you! and "Ring Around the Rosie."
I ain't a doctor, I'm a demented poet.
If I offend, it's because one is disillusioned
and a fool for rot. I ride my own plains of Abraham
and not a satanic jar of Milk Duds. Get a box of
Tide and wash the stains,...
Don't sucré me if tomorrow comes,
with a dark grammarian in shadows
editing my macabre.
Do re mi fa so, it doesn't pull my strings,
punk'd by Poe and Little Jackdaws.
So fuck you! and "Ring Around the Rosie."
I ain't a doctor, I'm a demented poet.
If I offend, it's because one is disillusioned
and a fool for rot. I ride my own plains of Abraham
and not a satanic jar of Milk Duds. Get a box of
Tide and wash the stains,...
#WritingPoetry
126 reads
3 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 11:01am
29th Jan 2025 11:01am
And now a true story
My childhood friend Kirby and I once hypnotized a frog in the summer of 88. We found a rock on the lake's shoreline that looked like an emerald. We believed the rock had super powers. An hour later, we found the frog. We began rubbing the rock on the top of it's forehead. It was amazing. The frog was hypnotized. (We thought) We weren't sure though on how to unhyptnotize the frog. Instead, we kept the frog and fed it to Kirby's German Sheppard, named Bear. That was the 1st time his dog tasted frog! 'oui oui'
After Bear had lunch, we went inside to see Kirby's Grandma. This old...
After Bear had lunch, we went inside to see Kirby's Grandma. This old...
#childhood
#friendship
#memories
#ShortStory
#summer
52 reads
8 Comments
Zazzles
Broomie
Broomie
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 3:59pm
17th Jan 2025 3:59pm
Oligarchy, it’s real it’s here
#PowerOfWords
56 reads
6 Comments
56ApacheLove
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 1:12pm
24th Jan 2025 1:12pm
Abandoned Outpost
Lay me in the old abandoned house, upon tongue and groove planks, wrap me in a woolen blanket, close to the broken window, where snowflakes are visible as they gently fall...quietly fall.
Please don't let them melt upon me though, ive bore the cold long enough.
Let the Blue and Red birds visit, singing songs, keeping me company until my hunger finally eats me alive.
Please don't let them melt upon me though, ive bore the cold long enough.
Let the Blue and Red birds visit, singing songs, keeping me company until my hunger finally eats me alive.
#confusion
#emptiness
72 reads
4 Comments
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
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 5:18pm
1st Feb 2025 5:18pm
how a single moment can turn into a momentum
As it often happens some people seem to only contact me during weekends.
Where as at times I cherish these short interactions. At the same time I can be in prolonged hibernation between music Inspiration, half writes that call me to their shores.
I ignore the painful sounds ready to plunge my phone into a forgotten pocket.
After a while I decide to have a peek or actually its called a scroll. I see the name of my brother who is a gardener, has a heart for nature ,the sea and knows about many facets of biology. He used to study names of birds insects, butterflies and...
Where as at times I cherish these short interactions. At the same time I can be in prolonged hibernation between music Inspiration, half writes that call me to their shores.
I ignore the painful sounds ready to plunge my phone into a forgotten pocket.
After a while I decide to have a peek or actually its called a scroll. I see the name of my brother who is a gardener, has a heart for nature ,the sea and knows about many facets of biology. He used to study names of birds insects, butterflies and...
#historical
59 reads
6 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 10:59am
24th Jan 2025 10:59am
Everyone Let Me Down
As a part of my healing journey, I want to focus on the pain that Josh and other men have caused.
Without trying to understand them or explain away their actions. I want to focus on my feelings and my feelings alone. I want me.
I want my voice to be heard, not someone else's. I want to put my needs above everyone else like they always did me.
And in doing so, I have to come terms with the fact that everyone let me down. No one could ever stay...
And I'm at the point where I realize I genuinely am in so much pain that it may take an entire lifetime...
Without trying to understand them or explain away their actions. I want to focus on my feelings and my feelings alone. I want me.
I want my voice to be heard, not someone else's. I want to put my needs above everyone else like they always did me.
And in doing so, I have to come terms with the fact that everyone let me down. No one could ever stay...
And I'm at the point where I realize I genuinely am in so much pain that it may take an entire lifetime...
#apathy
#heartbroken
55 reads
5 Comments
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