Non-Fiction Prose by Top Critiquers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
Poems written by Top Critiquers
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
6th Sep 2023 5:46pm
6th Sep 2023 5:46pm
Complexities Of A Veiled Mind
These next three part series, I will be broadening society’s view of the ideology of what the intellect define as adopting the ideology of dark forces.
No, I am not speaking in regards to claiming the sisterhood of an covenant., self -proclaimed sorceress who practices the powers of Mother Nature elements, emphasizing during universal incantations to arouse the formations of the wind, or one who may perform rituals utilizing the paganism colored conjuring of candles, in addition, who can foresee current/future occurrences to tell the future using tarot cards, or it is simply...
No, I am not speaking in regards to claiming the sisterhood of an covenant., self -proclaimed sorceress who practices the powers of Mother Nature elements, emphasizing during universal incantations to arouse the formations of the wind, or one who may perform rituals utilizing the paganism colored conjuring of candles, in addition, who can foresee current/future occurrences to tell the future using tarot cards, or it is simply...
#peace
#MentalHealth
#humankind
428 reads
11 Comments
Styxian
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2024 00:28am
2nd Jan 2024 00:28am
Box Of Puppies
Good morning Del. How you doing lover?
It sucks that you have to work today. Yet it's cool, that you're working the holiday so that you have an extra day when you come visit again. Kinda like how I'm working tomorrow, whether I'm over this flu or not.
Isn't modern technology great? Our two video calls for celebrating New Year's last night. Once for my midnight and then for yours an hour later. We hung in there! I knew you had to work today. And yeah, my flu (a cold, covid, the lung plague, whatever it is) had me a little blah. Thank god for our resilience and humor! ...
It sucks that you have to work today. Yet it's cool, that you're working the holiday so that you have an extra day when you come visit again. Kinda like how I'm working tomorrow, whether I'm over this flu or not.
Isn't modern technology great? Our two video calls for celebrating New Year's last night. Once for my midnight and then for yours an hour later. We hung in there! I knew you had to work today. And yeah, my flu (a cold, covid, the lung plague, whatever it is) had me a little blah. Thank god for our resilience and humor! ...
#happiness
#gratitude
#emotions
566 reads
29 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
1st Nov 2023 9:33pm
1st Nov 2023 9:33pm
Excogitations...
If the recent events in the middle east answer any lingering questions, such as what exactly does organized religion organize for, then now the answer is clear…they organize for violence.
There is no such thing as a Levantine religion of peace.
Subsequently to this we must wonder what it is about the Levantine oriented beliefs that so virulently promote violence, not only in the middle east, but worldwide.
And the answer to that is the enabling idea of an afterlife, and all the phantasmagorical promises that come with it. Once a rube is conditioned...
There is no such thing as a Levantine religion of peace.
Subsequently to this we must wonder what it is about the Levantine oriented beliefs that so virulently promote violence, not only in the middle east, but worldwide.
And the answer to that is the enabling idea of an afterlife, and all the phantasmagorical promises that come with it. Once a rube is conditioned...
#religion
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical #tradition
#philosophical #tradition
210 reads
0 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
5th Sep 2023 5:21pm
5th Sep 2023 5:21pm
depression is inside..
Every day
someone comes into my life,
every day
I walk with him
every day
I laugh with him
every day
I eat food with him
every day
I sleep on the bed with him
every day
he gives me orgasm..
and as the night spreads its hair,
I cry...
The walls keep staring at me
The windows scare me
The candle stops melting
The curtains start getting angry
N I jump on the bed
I wrap myself in the blanket
and close my eyes...
and as the sun rises
on another day,
again a new person ...
someone comes into my life,
every day
I walk with him
every day
I laugh with him
every day
I eat food with him
every day
I sleep on the bed with him
every day
he gives me orgasm..
and as the night spreads its hair,
I cry...
The walls keep staring at me
The windows scare me
The candle stops melting
The curtains start getting angry
N I jump on the bed
I wrap myself in the blanket
and close my eyes...
and as the sun rises
on another day,
again a new person ...
#anxiety
#depression
322 reads
16 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
18th Jul 2024 4:04pm
18th Jul 2024 4:04pm
The Triangle Mountain
From our hotel balcony, my sister and I have a panoramic view of Sedona's towering red rock formations. One of the red rock faces appears as a simple plane figure, a triangle. It stands out to us because it's simple. The past decades have not been simple, for either of us.
In our otherworldly setting, we talk past and present, wisely leaving the future alone. We compare ravages of aging. "Look at my 90-year-old hands" says J. I laugh at the exaggeration. But even though she is only 15 months my elder, her hands look far older. Age spots, even a ropey vein or two. I try...
In our otherworldly setting, we talk past and present, wisely leaving the future alone. We compare ravages of aging. "Look at my 90-year-old hands" says J. I laugh at the exaggeration. But even though she is only 15 months my elder, her hands look far older. Age spots, even a ropey vein or two. I try...
#marriage
#sex
#sister
160 reads
4 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
14th Jan 2019 3:52pm
14th Jan 2019 3:52pm
Walking Thoughts
As the pastel winter morning develops into a brilliant blue day, I walk the path around the field across from my house. Such a sea of sparkles; it’s like treading on galaxies. The wind-blown edge of a patch of polished ice reveals individual crystalline structures, and I realize my every step is crushing a thousand unique works of art.
Flocks of sparrows have gathered to pluck seeds from places where the path is exposed. My boots stamp out their tiny prints - evidence of an earlier party. Further on, my presence disturbs their current meeting. They disperse in a flurry, quietly...
Flocks of sparrows have gathered to pluck seeds from places where the path is exposed. My boots stamp out their tiny prints - evidence of an earlier party. Further on, my presence disturbs their current meeting. They disperse in a flurry, quietly...
#winter
#nature
#spiritual
664 reads
11 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2021 8:04pm
22nd Aug 2021 8:04pm
The Sweet Mrs. Rodgers reviles her story Chapter 6
#LifeChangingMoment
379 reads
5 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:49pm
Yesterday 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
55 reads
3 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
9th Aug 2024 00:14am
9th Aug 2024 00:14am
Error
feelings wail inside me
they scream and plea
peeling layers begging
to set them free
but
words baffle me
they dance and flee
leaving my head spinning
to capture them free
they scream and plea
peeling layers begging
to set them free
but
words baffle me
they dance and flee
leaving my head spinning
to capture them free
#emotions
#WritersBlock
132 reads
7 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
19th May 2014 00:36am
19th May 2014 00:36am
alone with my thoughts...
loneliness, apparently, is not an integral
part of the human condition, but can be
dismissed as a symptom of poor social
skills, according to the psychiatrist.
Therefore, I am not lonely, I am an
inferior speaker, listener, looker, actor...
my behaviour needs to be altered, to
make me socially viable, a going
concern, one of the gang...
The trouble is, I thought loneliness
meant something more than that, I
thought it went a little deeper. I mean,
the gang look a pretty lonely bunch to
me, even if they are all excellent...
part of the human condition, but can be
dismissed as a symptom of poor social
skills, according to the psychiatrist.
Therefore, I am not lonely, I am an
inferior speaker, listener, looker, actor...
my behaviour needs to be altered, to
make me socially viable, a going
concern, one of the gang...
The trouble is, I thought loneliness
meant something more than that, I
thought it went a little deeper. I mean,
the gang look a pretty lonely bunch to
me, even if they are all excellent...
841 reads
9 Comments
Zazzles
Broomie
Broomie
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 00:06am
31st Dec 2024 00:06am
The empty cage
There are no wards at this time.
#sadness
67 reads
1 Comment
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
19th Oct 2022 11:27pm
19th Oct 2022 11:27pm
culled from.....They Shoot Hippies, Don't They?
My career as a Hippie lasted all of one month and a few days (or to be excruciatingly exact, the very moment lice began dancing around my genitals). The Free Love & Peace were remarkably agreeable, but no-one had mentioned the lack of hot water when contracts were signed on back of fag packs. The stale odour in the 60s Camper Van (the 60s of which Century still remains a mystery) were a harbinger to the beckoning hygiene horrors. Open roads and open mind were the mantra as we shuffled towards Shropshire. The stranger’s mouth on my lap dribbled for the whole journey, leaving a wet stain...
#LifeCycle
144 reads
8 Comments
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