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.
Alan-S-Jeeves
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:29pm
Yesterday 9:29pm
The Wrecking Of The Birkenhead
The year is 1852 and in the south of Ireland a troop ship in the service of the Empire of Great Britain is making ready to set sail. The innovative ship had earlier set out from the Royal Navy base at Portsmouth, England, with army troops on board and is visiting Ireland to pick up a number of additional soldiers. She is one of the new iron hulled vessels with three tall masts on which to drape the huge cotton canvas sails that harvest and harness the winds sent to blow mercilessly out on the seven seas. But as dawn breaks on this cold early January morning, she steadily eases her way out of...
#courage
#friendship
#inspirational #uplifting
#inspirational #uplifting
12 reads
2 Comments
Bon_Mot
Poem Published
26th Nov 2021 2:03am
26th Nov 2021 2:03am
Part One: Real, Romantic Love: Cause for Thanks Giving.
Once, a long time ago, I “knew” real love; it was given and received in the fullest measures. It was indescribable! It is still green in my memory. (Please see author's note).
It was my habit to leave little notes (bits of verse/ almost haiku/ poems) for her to discover… on her pillow, under her coffee mug, clipped to her purse, under her car’s windshield wiper, book-marked in one of her textbooks, pinned to the shower curtain, in her shoe, affixed to a mirror, inside a box of the cereal (like a Cracker Jack toy), wrapped around toothpaste tubes, mailed to her, as an ad placed...
It was my habit to leave little notes (bits of verse/ almost haiku/ poems) for her to discover… on her pillow, under her coffee mug, clipped to her purse, under her car’s windshield wiper, book-marked in one of her textbooks, pinned to the shower curtain, in her shoe, affixed to a mirror, inside a box of the cereal (like a Cracker Jack toy), wrapped around toothpaste tubes, mailed to her, as an ad placed...
#happiness
#love
#hope #gratitude
#hope #gratitude
33 reads
2 Comments
Em-ily
_Erica
_Erica
Poem Published
20th Nov 2021 1:10am
20th Nov 2021 1:10am
It's a list
Faith
It is a symbol of deep poetry
0
B1
It's a list
What do you (why do I write s ***)? / Correct.
Important: Finish. You should not add any drinks unless you have written it yourself.
Solo title
What (why did I...
It is a symbol of deep poetry
0
B1
It's a list
What do you (why do I write s ***)? / Correct.
Important: Finish. You should not add any drinks unless you have written it yourself.
Solo title
What (why did I...
#faith
#dialogue
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
48 reads
0 Comments
Em-ily
_Erica
_Erica
Poem Published
18th Nov 2021 3:12am
18th Nov 2021 3:12am
Dear _____,
T-Mobile LTE
*
12:23 PM
41%
It is a symbol of deep poetry
0
1
I heard you were buying a house
I hope your home will be beautiful, and you will
Be happy
And I apologize for writing this
It's just farewell
Not wishing to worry you more
Not hoping this time
That you again want
Ever to meet me
...
*
12:23 PM
41%
It is a symbol of deep poetry
0
1
I heard you were buying a house
I hope your home will be beautiful, and you will
Be happy
And I apologize for writing this
It's just farewell
Not wishing to worry you more
Not hoping this time
That you again want
Ever to meet me
...
#sadness
#love
44 reads
2 Comments
tomyaccusers
Poem Published
17th Nov 2021 12:01pm
17th Nov 2021 12:01pm
foundhttps://archive.news.stv.tv › west-central
#hate
#lies
24 reads
missjem56
Poem Published
15th Nov 2021 10:32pm
15th Nov 2021 10:32pm
Heart To Heart
13th November 2017 part one
had the op mon 13th 'angioplasty/stents via radial artery', unfortunately it went wrong, and they had to give up after 2 1/2 hours. they checked the previous 4 stents from july, so at least they were up and running, but the rest was a painful nightmare, mixes with fear. it all went pear-shaped, plus i got exposed to high radiation. then about one hour after op, my body started to go into shutdown, and it was like a scene from Casualty(or some such thing) and i remember thinking again, this is it, but all this time seemed worse that the last, and the...
had the op mon 13th 'angioplasty/stents via radial artery', unfortunately it went wrong, and they had to give up after 2 1/2 hours. they checked the previous 4 stents from july, so at least they were up and running, but the rest was a painful nightmare, mixes with fear. it all went pear-shaped, plus i got exposed to high radiation. then about one hour after op, my body started to go into shutdown, and it was like a scene from Casualty(or some such thing) and i remember thinking again, this is it, but all this time seemed worse that the last, and the...
#heartbroken
#LifeStruggles
#LifeChangingMoment #luck
#LifeChangingMoment #luck
22 reads
0 Comments
Em-ily
_Erica
_Erica
Poem Published
13th Nov 2021 7:05pm
13th Nov 2021 7:05pm
Safari LTE
Safari LTE
• en.m.wikipedia.org
^ Teachings
The technique that Goenka taught
tradition that is traced back to
no requirement to convert to any
explained that “the Buddha
taught Dhamma - the way to
and presented his teachings as
of all faiths or of no faith....
• en.m.wikipedia.org
^ Teachings
The technique that Goenka taught
tradition that is traced back to
no requirement to convert to any
explained that “the Buddha
taught Dhamma - the way to
and presented his teachings as
of all faiths or of no faith....
#Buddhist
#spiritual
42 reads
3 Comments
Erotic_Goddess
Poem Published
12th Nov 2021 3:47pm
12th Nov 2021 3:47pm
The Trial Of My Life
Impossible too break down the wall that is my existence.
I stand firm in the belief that everything happens for a reason, that the trial and error, the pain, the suffering of not being able too speak to someone I care for is just a price that has too be paid too keep her safe from the monster that wears the face of her mom.
I struggle with keeping my son grounded when his heart is in the wind breezing its way through the months it will take too hold his love again.
His loneliness is a tag on my heart, temporarily losing his best friend too a system that does nothing to protect...
I stand firm in the belief that everything happens for a reason, that the trial and error, the pain, the suffering of not being able too speak to someone I care for is just a price that has too be paid too keep her safe from the monster that wears the face of her mom.
I struggle with keeping my son grounded when his heart is in the wind breezing its way through the months it will take too hold his love again.
His loneliness is a tag on my heart, temporarily losing his best friend too a system that does nothing to protect...
#love
#courage
#motherhood
#motivational
#LifeCycle
56 reads
5 Comments
Write-On
Poem Published
11th Nov 2021 1:34pm
11th Nov 2021 1:34pm
Identity
Ned and I were talking about God, and Ned said,
"Is Emily the church?
By the way, I thought he was one of the Boston
Fellows who
thought he was honored. "I don't think so,” I said.
I don't
know if there is any in front of you and I don't
complain.
Sweet It is, to enjoy the bright week. My
naughty, who can be ashamed of you? Be the
Beloved My Beloved My...
"Is Emily the church?
By the way, I thought he was one of the Boston
Fellows who
thought he was honored. "I don't think so,” I said.
I don't
know if there is any in front of you and I don't
complain.
Sweet It is, to enjoy the bright week. My
naughty, who can be ashamed of you? Be the
Beloved My Beloved My...
#identity
49 reads
2 Comments
Write-On
Poem Published
10th Nov 2021 7:35pm
10th Nov 2021 7:35pm
Visit by Good Monson, part one
Write more. Vinnie and I are
more expensive than anything
else. Until then, she'll send her love too
&, she'll write to you soon.
My baby burns brighter and
brighter, and she seems to be very
grateful - she says she hasn't been to bed since
she was 7 weeks old. I think
you'll be amazed at what she says - What kind
of person is she? She is a dear child to all
of us, and we'll see...
more expensive than anything
else. Until then, she'll send her love too
&, she'll write to you soon.
My baby burns brighter and
brighter, and she seems to be very
grateful - she says she hasn't been to bed since
she was 7 weeks old. I think
you'll be amazed at what she says - What kind
of person is she? She is a dear child to all
of us, and we'll see...
#spiritual
#dialogue
#myself
46 reads
0 Comments
BrookeAlynn
Poem Published
8th Nov 2021 8:01pm
8th Nov 2021 8:01pm
Under my umbrella...my friend (Diary)
I remember my first thought of ending my life, I was only eight years old and my mother screamed at me for accidently dropping her "four hundred dollar poodle." It might sound like something that wouldn't trigger such an extreme reaction as death, but when you never feel like you can measure up in a parents eyes, well even the small disappointments become huge. Life and divorce had changed my mother into someone unrecognizable.
In broken spirit I crawled under our front porch and found a mouse and through my tears, I swooped him up in an old fish net, I just needed a friend, but I felt...
In broken spirit I crawled under our front porch and found a mouse and through my tears, I swooped him up in an old fish net, I just needed a friend, but I felt...
#love
#strength
#TimeHeals #emotions
#TimeHeals #emotions
28 reads
3 Comments
buddydog
Poem Published
8th Nov 2021 5:44pm
8th Nov 2021 5:44pm
The Paul Place and Margaret
The Paul Place is located in the Bluff District of Twiggs County near Marion Georgia. Robert and his brother John settled there in the 18th century. Robert and John were very prosperous maintaining a farm with cattle, livestock and orchard. The Paul’s were know for their hospitality. They both had fine homes and were also hunters. They had some of the best hunting dogs in the area. Their farms produced much sought after commodities such as fruits, vegetables, sugar cane syrup and hickory smoked hams.
Robert and his wife adopted twin girls. Margaret and Mindy Mimbs. They were...
Robert and his wife adopted twin girls. Margaret and Mindy Mimbs. They were...
#ghosts
27 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Non-Fiction Prose: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters
