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.
Sunwolfe1745
Poem Published
Today 6:16am
Today 6:16am
The Apartment
#grief
#TruthOfLife
#shame
#tragedy
#suffering
15 reads
3 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
14th Jul 2018 4:11am
14th Jul 2018 4:11am
Soft Whispers
If unspoken love is vacant then
something far more reaching
exists in the canopy of light
yet still cloaked within all that exists
in the darkness of his soft whispers
of all those beautiful sweet things
that invade ones waking thoughts
that novels us as being holistically divine.
Beyond the divining of raw desires
once set alight during a night
of ceaseless wondering
if truth was not the foundation
in a constant state of elation
then no amount of nourishing ...
something far more reaching
exists in the canopy of light
yet still cloaked within all that exists
in the darkness of his soft whispers
of all those beautiful sweet things
that invade ones waking thoughts
that novels us as being holistically divine.
Beyond the divining of raw desires
once set alight during a night
of ceaseless wondering
if truth was not the foundation
in a constant state of elation
then no amount of nourishing ...
#love
42 reads
1 Comment
babajava
Poem Published
13th Jul 2018 2:54pm
13th Jul 2018 2:54pm
The Seventies
The 70s in the Ozarks saw the “Back to the land movement”.
Bluegrass, restored small towns and communities, communes, cooperatives and experimental lifestyles. It also meant chainsaws and Toyota Pickups scarring roads on the side of a mountain to build a traditional log cabin with an old hound dog on the porch; grow weed and learn how to play the fiddle and banjo, whilst picking off ticks on a sweltering Summer Night while tree frogs and whippoorwill sing lullabies to the full moon.
We were “living the dream”.
The Locals, having lived on the land forever...
Bluegrass, restored small towns and communities, communes, cooperatives and experimental lifestyles. It also meant chainsaws and Toyota Pickups scarring roads on the side of a mountain to build a traditional log cabin with an old hound dog on the porch; grow weed and learn how to play the fiddle and banjo, whilst picking off ticks on a sweltering Summer Night while tree frogs and whippoorwill sing lullabies to the full moon.
We were “living the dream”.
The Locals, having lived on the land forever...
#men
#friendship
#humankind
20 reads
2 Comments
Spiltsunsets_XVII
Poem Published
13th Jul 2018 6:40am
13th Jul 2018 6:40am
at four-am
We survive, in line with everything
Fallen from eternal skies.
We are, some might say, the fallen - R.M.
-... ,
'one hand of the clock tracing the sun’s
theoretical position
'not sure where your name is floating on
the surface, it seems to be seamlessly
omnipresently'
more rain is concealed under the tongue,
there are no metaphors or poetry for...
Fallen from eternal skies.
We are, some might say, the fallen - R.M.
-... ,
'one hand of the clock tracing the sun’s
theoretical position
'not sure where your name is floating on
the surface, it seems to be seamlessly
omnipresently'
more rain is concealed under the tongue,
there are no metaphors or poetry for...
#relationships
#patience
#gratitude
#escape
#sensual
76 reads
Angelast1
Poem Published
11th Jul 2018 11:16pm
11th Jul 2018 11:16pm
A good rooster
We used to have chickens, when we lived in Tucson. They would sleep on my lap when they were little chicks. I got to know each of their little chicken personalities and loved them like they were my kids. One of them turned out a rooster. Some people think roosters are bad dudes...horny little fucking machines. I have come to appreciate a good rooster like a good man. I raised mine with lots of love and yet taught him to respect me as the alpha. A good rooster, as mine was, will always call his hens when he finds some juicy bugs and lets them have first dibs on the goodies. He will be the last...
#love
#animals
#birds
31 reads
10 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
11th Jul 2018 2:18pm
11th Jul 2018 2:18pm
Late Night Thoughts
With each breath that I draw, it becomes apparent that the two halves that made a whole, are tiny slivers of dreams and words left unspoken but known & felt; deeply, truly, intimately & infinitely.
How else could we have ever stumbled upon one another, if not for dreaming of one another, long before our worlds ever collided ?
Oft, I wonder what the last few years would've been like, if I were graced with your presence each morning & late at night before I closed my eyes to dream more, of you.
Distance, is a psychopathic...
How else could we have ever stumbled upon one another, if not for dreaming of one another, long before our worlds ever collided ?
Oft, I wonder what the last few years would've been like, if I were graced with your presence each morning & late at night before I closed my eyes to dream more, of you.
Distance, is a psychopathic...
#lover
51 reads
2 Comments
Hiddenlistener
Austin2002
Austin2002
Poem Published
11th Jul 2018 4:59am
11th Jul 2018 4:59am
Confessing/no more secrets
I'm not going to hide anything right now...
Due to someone saying something...
I'm going to say everything on my mind...
I'm jealous of my friend...
Idk whether it's just because he has a girlfriend or if it's cause of who it is...
Second option i think...
Sorry man...
I've been trying to piece things together seeing how she really feels about me...
I've been thinking about sex for the past two weeks... Not with her though... Just in general
I'm going to say everything that happened on our class trip too...
Sorry...
Due to someone saying something...
I'm going to say everything on my mind...
I'm jealous of my friend...
Idk whether it's just because he has a girlfriend or if it's cause of who it is...
Second option i think...
Sorry man...
I've been trying to piece things together seeing how she really feels about me...
I've been thinking about sex for the past two weeks... Not with her though... Just in general
I'm going to say everything that happened on our class trip too...
Sorry...
#confessional
21 reads
Spiltsunsets_XVII
Poem Published
8th Jul 2018 1:35am
8th Jul 2018 1:35am
untitled: colliding into you
-iy,
nude,
under a kimono
which touches me the
way your turbulence
does
and im a re'arranged mess
on the floor
as the sound of desire
is captured between teeth’
-bleeding
forming an ocean made
burgundy liquor droplets’ ...
nude,
under a kimono
which touches me the
way your turbulence
does
and im a re'arranged mess
on the floor
as the sound of desire
is captured between teeth’
-bleeding
forming an ocean made
burgundy liquor droplets’ ...
#love
#erotic
#TimeHeals #respect
#TimeHeals #respect
71 reads
RevolutionAL
Poem Published
30th Jun 2018 5:28pm
30th Jun 2018 5:28pm
McDowell Was Injured Anyway.
Books that become plays
-invent films
which don't always do
justice in the read
then again, some
sparkle delight.
McDowel's interpretation
of Alex,
in A Clockwork Orange
lands as perfectly
on the screen
as Singing In The Rain
dropped on the stage;
-studiously as the
doctorate framed and hung
at Moorfields Eye...
-invent films
which don't always do
justice in the read
then again, some
sparkle delight.
McDowel's interpretation
of Alex,
in A Clockwork Orange
lands as perfectly
on the screen
as Singing In The Rain
dropped on the stage;
-studiously as the
doctorate framed and hung
at Moorfields Eye...
#books
#sports
#philosophical
57 reads
4 Comments
Transending_soul78
Donovan J.
Donovan J.
Poem Published
26th Jun 2018 10:38pm
26th Jun 2018 10:38pm
Humanity Lost
What does the future hold for this world? We can only guess. Listen closely and you can hear the cries of sorrow and the screams of agony. Once upon a time, those who cried were comforted and those who screamed were rescued. A person couldn’t stand idly and do nothing without his conscience eating at him. These actions were not for glory. They weren’t favors done with strings attached. These actions weren’t even tasks that had to be done. Such acts kindness and heroism were simply done for the wellbeing and respect of a fellow human, another life with whom we share this earth. Of course,...
#war
#racism
#HumanRights #ignorance
#HumanRights #ignorance
26 reads
0 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2018 2:42pm
23rd Jun 2018 2:42pm
from chapter XXXIV of "The Clever Lever Thesis" --- coming soon to news'stands EVERYwhere.
Dear Friend[s], (or not),
The title was more meant as one of my silly ego-satires whereas we so often think of this blessed place as "My World". Actually I feel that no one of human species is capable of thinking outside the box of "me" with any consistency OR sincerity, as we're all pulled "back in" by ego everytime we think we're surpassing the abstract framework that our brains have inherently been laden with. Indeed, we've perfected this 'self' so well that most of our fellow Human Beans can even imagine even momentarily living outside the realm of I-Me-My. That's what...
The title was more meant as one of my silly ego-satires whereas we so often think of this blessed place as "My World". Actually I feel that no one of human species is capable of thinking outside the box of "me" with any consistency OR sincerity, as we're all pulled "back in" by ego everytime we think we're surpassing the abstract framework that our brains have inherently been laden with. Indeed, we've perfected this 'self' so well that most of our fellow Human Beans can even imagine even momentarily living outside the realm of I-Me-My. That's what...
#sex
#religion
#spiritual
#food
#philosophical
65 reads
3 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
18th Jun 2018 1:49pm
18th Jun 2018 1:49pm
Auroral
I linger in the delectation of his dreams
as he entertains himself with the ambience
of my supple Venus, fulfilling his cravings to the brim until his heart bursts forth, and leaves me aching to know more, of him.
Still
Typified by his essence to brand me as his ripest cherry while he nurtures his carnality, and penetrates my senses until I'm sprawled and gaping, glistening upon the axis of his sacred pole as he pulsates deeply, in unison with my heartbeat.
Surrendered
He compels me to syncopate his need as he plants his seed in the...
as he entertains himself with the ambience
of my supple Venus, fulfilling his cravings to the brim until his heart bursts forth, and leaves me aching to know more, of him.
Still
Typified by his essence to brand me as his ripest cherry while he nurtures his carnality, and penetrates my senses until I'm sprawled and gaping, glistening upon the axis of his sacred pole as he pulsates deeply, in unison with my heartbeat.
Surrendered
He compels me to syncopate his need as he plants his seed in the...
#love
92 reads
7 Comments
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