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.
Lozzamus
Poem Published
11th Jun 2021 10:58pm
11th Jun 2021 10:58pm
Homeless, The First Time
I arrived in London a few hours later and began to panic, overwhelmed by the crowds and the noise. A siren wailed nearby and a police vehicle pulled to a halt. I felt truly lost, mesmerised by the speed of the city and the officers attending to an incident on the opposite corner of the street.
My first attempt at living in London lasted just seven weeks. Within days, the tentative arrangement I'd made fell through and I found myself homeless, on the way to a shelter for homeless people, not what I'd hoped for. By now, the cacophony of grim neighbourhoods had begun to drain me,...
My first attempt at living in London lasted just seven weeks. Within days, the tentative arrangement I'd made fell through and I found myself homeless, on the way to a shelter for homeless people, not what I'd hoped for. By now, the cacophony of grim neighbourhoods had begun to drain me,...
#anxiety
#homelessness
#poverty
25 reads
11 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
18th Jun 2021 10:49pm
18th Jun 2021 10:49pm
Homeless, The First Time (Part 3)
Okay,' one of my relatives said when I finished explaining. 'There's a student hostel in Kensington. Get a taxi over and we'll meet you there.'
That night, I travelled by taxi to the student hostel in Kensington, but I didn't there stay for long. I had no way of paying the rent. I found Kensington a lonely place to be.
I attempted to get a job selling paintings on the south side of London, but when I arrived at headquarters to start work, the firm didn't have my details and refused to hire me. Given the long list of phobias, I don't really see how the job could have...
That night, I travelled by taxi to the student hostel in Kensington, but I didn't there stay for long. I had no way of paying the rent. I found Kensington a lonely place to be.
I attempted to get a job selling paintings on the south side of London, but when I arrived at headquarters to start work, the firm didn't have my details and refused to hire me. Given the long list of phobias, I don't really see how the job could have...
#anxiety
#homelessness
#PTSD #fear
#PTSD #fear
15 reads
13 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
18th Jun 2021 4:11am
18th Jun 2021 4:11am
Personal Update
Not looking for sympathy, just explaining ... been a hell couple of weeks personally ... sadly becoming more frequent with this random ass disease ... so am (ok) ... just hard to focus on other things when you are trying to immerse yourself in things that help you forget the pain ... last December and June were similar so I expect more of the same and each a bit worse than the last ... and the in-between times are their own roller coaster of lesser, but no less frustrating issues ... when I don't post or write now, 9 out of 10 times it's because I'm struggling with above ...
Love...
Love...
#love
10 reads
Bon_Mot
Poem Published
4th Jun 2021 3:48am
4th Jun 2021 3:48am
ARE YOU INTELLIGENT?
Intelligent people reject petty gossip. Gossip thrives in petty places, promulgated by petty, immature people who are devoid of character. Petty gossip is always malicious, unsupported by fact (and when believed) serves only one purpose…it infers some perverse authority on the monger. Hearsay (especially of a scandalous nature) is a cancer; it metastasizes among the intellectually and socially challenged…those who are only capable of following.
Gossip is the brother of lies, the cousin of censorship and the ally of hate; if you are intelligent, you realize that.
Gossip is the brother of lies, the cousin of censorship and the ally of hate; if you are intelligent, you realize that.
#lies
#ignorance
#manipulation
39 reads
8 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2021 7:35pm
3rd Jun 2021 7:35pm
A Day In The Life Or How I lived Through High School
(1982-1986+)
Yeah I'm old ... but I remember those days vividly. I was on natural full hormone therapy so a lot of my time was spent staring at women. Braless, panty lines, bending over, walking away, sideways into button bloused caches of mysterious wonderment. I learned how to look a girl in the eyes while her nipples poked through her T-Shirt. No small feat even today.
Sex seemed even more everywhere than todays online porn culture, with most advertisements screaming sexual innuendos and double entendres like a middle school boys club. I genuinely...
Yeah I'm old ... but I remember those days vividly. I was on natural full hormone therapy so a lot of my time was spent staring at women. Braless, panty lines, bending over, walking away, sideways into button bloused caches of mysterious wonderment. I learned how to look a girl in the eyes while her nipples poked through her T-Shirt. No small feat even today.
Sex seemed even more everywhere than todays online porn culture, with most advertisements screaming sexual innuendos and double entendres like a middle school boys club. I genuinely...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
12 reads
14 Comments
RiAN
Poem Published
28th May 2021 2:00pm
28th May 2021 2:00pm
Summer calling
Today is the first day that I actually felt the presence of Summer.
I was in my garden earlier this morning. As I was observing all the little joys around me.
The wind that started to come as a breeze, and softly shook the branches. the butterflies that flew their way amongst the flowers as they spread their wings, so lovely.
In yellow, orange and white.
Small birds were all around and even sometimes around me. As if all around me said
RELAX, WAKE UP to the calling of Summer.
I sat down on the grass of my garden and watched the road, which i can see from...
I was in my garden earlier this morning. As I was observing all the little joys around me.
The wind that started to come as a breeze, and softly shook the branches. the butterflies that flew their way amongst the flowers as they spread their wings, so lovely.
In yellow, orange and white.
Small birds were all around and even sometimes around me. As if all around me said
RELAX, WAKE UP to the calling of Summer.
I sat down on the grass of my garden and watched the road, which i can see from...
#motivational
#nature
#uplifting #healing
#uplifting #healing
33 reads
8 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
15th Jun 2021 00:06am
15th Jun 2021 00:06am
Homeless, The First Time (Part 2)
Have you the price of a can of lager?' the owner of the flat asked me in the morning. I didn't like parting with my money, what little of it was left, but I had no choice. Give him the money for the beer, or return to the Pound.
It didn't take long for me to discover that almost every person who came to the flat had problems with drink or drugs. And the drinking wasn't just heavy drinking, but breakfast drinking as well. The people would begin the days with swigs from a can of strong lager or a bottle of spirits. I liked to drink too but never in the mornings. Still, I drank...
It didn't take long for me to discover that almost every person who came to the flat had problems with drink or drugs. And the drinking wasn't just heavy drinking, but breakfast drinking as well. The people would begin the days with swigs from a can of strong lager or a bottle of spirits. I liked to drink too but never in the mornings. Still, I drank...
#homelessness
#MentalHealth
#risk
21 reads
10 Comments
Umm
Poem Published
18th Mar 2021 8:04pm
18th Mar 2021 8:04pm
18/03/2021
much like the shameless sun
which sets withought the slightest twinge of remorse
you shall press hearts like spring flowers
in a book, steadily decorating its chapters
at most a glimmer of color
your only farewell
which sets withought the slightest twinge of remorse
you shall press hearts like spring flowers
in a book, steadily decorating its chapters
at most a glimmer of color
your only farewell
#love
163 reads
15 Comments
Chords_of_red
Gayle
Gayle
Poem Published
10th Jun 2021 6:23pm
10th Jun 2021 6:23pm
Personal Ad
One day I was reading a newspaper,
when I came across the personal section. One ad said:
"Single white male seeks single white female...must love fishing and have a boat. Please send picture of the boat"
when I came across the personal section. One ad said:
"Single white male seeks single white female...must love fishing and have a boat. Please send picture of the boat"
#funny
#nonfiction
35 reads
10 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
9th Jun 2021 3:46pm
9th Jun 2021 3:46pm
pride
I wish there was a different word. Another way of expressing the feeling of self-esteem that gets beaten down and oppressed by people who think themselves superior.
People use the word to claim their favorite football team is the best, their religion is the real one, their country is the greatest... But pride is a monster that hants the human soul.
It took me years of contemplation after arguing the point with my brother. I was so certain that pride was a good thing, that it inspired people to accomplish great things, things they could take pride in. I was sure that it was a...
People use the word to claim their favorite football team is the best, their religion is the real one, their country is the greatest... But pride is a monster that hants the human soul.
It took me years of contemplation after arguing the point with my brother. I was so certain that pride was a good thing, that it inspired people to accomplish great things, things they could take pride in. I was sure that it was a...
#SelfWorth
46 reads
6 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
5th Jun 2021 6:50pm
5th Jun 2021 6:50pm
Home At 1am Or No One's Name On That One
Home At 1am Or No One's Name On That One
I could have left earlier, but I hated going home. At 15 freedom had narrow windows, which I pushed to the limit and beyond. I was James Bond with all the gadgets and prescience. Zukof ... Alan Zukof ... lol
I was hyper aware and in great shape, though I didn't think so then. There was always better around the next corner, next bend in the road, next girl. A fatal flaw that I used to drive me then, until I learned better. Feats of athletic wonder did little to impress gangs and bullies on the...
I could have left earlier, but I hated going home. At 15 freedom had narrow windows, which I pushed to the limit and beyond. I was James Bond with all the gadgets and prescience. Zukof ... Alan Zukof ... lol
I was hyper aware and in great shape, though I didn't think so then. There was always better around the next corner, next bend in the road, next girl. A fatal flaw that I used to drive me then, until I learned better. Feats of athletic wonder did little to impress gangs and bullies on the...
#love
#LifeStruggles
18 reads
10 Comments
Bon_Mot
Poem Published
31st May 2021 11:19pm
31st May 2021 11:19pm
short poetry, written in vietnam.
like an ugly whore, each night
vietnam opens her legs
scares me beyond fear, infects
me with her disease and death;
closes my heart, raw red and
purple. pieces are missing.
July 17, 1970
sitting on the barracks roof
late at night I let my mind
fixate on the outgoing
tracer rounds hyphenating
colors en route to inflict
their angry vertical death.
for a moment, I forget
because I want to...
vietnam opens her legs
scares me beyond fear, infects
me with her disease and death;
closes my heart, raw red and
purple. pieces are missing.
July 17, 1970
sitting on the barracks roof
late at night I let my mind
fixate on the outgoing
tracer rounds hyphenating
colors en route to inflict
their angry vertical death.
for a moment, I forget
because I want to...
#sadness
#war
32 reads
6 Comments
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