Popular Non-Fiction Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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Popular poems, listed in order of their popularity this month.
Particles_Of_HerII
Poem Published
20th Nov 2021 8:33am
20th Nov 2021 8:33am
Contract of beautiful: Always
a tincture of psalms,
quite the balm for
alto-relieved emotions
-liquid notes of dark
bourbon
and red pear flourishes
intimately with a wild
mixture of hand picked
floral carcases
the storytelling oracle is
the vibrant steam
that swirls about
between us;
as tea ilumess our
hairline fractured cups
with moth-like mystery
she looks to me
then softly says:
"wonder, if you
were to kiss me .. would i
taste immortality upon...
quite the balm for
alto-relieved emotions
-liquid notes of dark
bourbon
and red pear flourishes
intimately with a wild
mixture of hand picked
floral carcases
the storytelling oracle is
the vibrant steam
that swirls about
between us;
as tea ilumess our
hairline fractured cups
with moth-like mystery
she looks to me
then softly says:
"wonder, if you
were to kiss me .. would i
taste immortality upon...
#love
#grief
#identity
#nostalgia
#IMissYou
133 reads
Relic-54
Poem Published
16th Nov 2021 5:59pm
16th Nov 2021 5:59pm
10 DUP suggestions
1 If you can, thank someone for taking the time to read and comment on your poem.
If not, go to hell.
2 If you're a male writing as a female, let people know. If not, they may not trust you anymore when they find out. If you decide to keep it a secret, go straight to hell.
3 Be honest in your comments. If something confuses you it shouldn't be an offence to ask the writer politely about it in your comment.
4 DO NOT TROLL ANYONE, PUTTS. If you do, go straight to the halls of hell!
5 Express yourself the best you can. Learn what metaphors...
If not, go to hell.
2 If you're a male writing as a female, let people know. If not, they may not trust you anymore when they find out. If you decide to keep it a secret, go straight to hell.
3 Be honest in your comments. If something confuses you it shouldn't be an offence to ask the writer politely about it in your comment.
4 DO NOT TROLL ANYONE, PUTTS. If you do, go straight to the halls of hell!
5 Express yourself the best you can. Learn what metaphors...
#LifeAsAWriter
82 reads
10 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 9:23pm
24th Nov 2021 9:23pm
Another Power cut
It happened again this afternoon. I’d made a late lunch. I’d just finished a language lesson. I was trying to send an email but the wireless connection failed. Even more telling, I could hear a neighbour’s alarm, like before when a local power cut had occurred.
The same panic struck me. The fear of starving and of getting abandoned in the dark and the late autumn chill. Visions of hunger.
Plus, anger.
I hurried out, hoping to get a warm sandwich, but the electricity in the local bakery had failed – so I ordered vegan chocolate cake and coffee but then...
The same panic struck me. The fear of starving and of getting abandoned in the dark and the late autumn chill. Visions of hunger.
Plus, anger.
I hurried out, hoping to get a warm sandwich, but the electricity in the local bakery had failed – so I ordered vegan chocolate cake and coffee but then...
#anxiety
#fall
#vulnerability
53 reads
11 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
6th Nov 2021 9:47am
6th Nov 2021 9:47am
Chopped Liver
When people go out of their way to oppress you and interfere in your life, it’s time to acknowledge that their perceptions of you have nothing to do with you per se, and the only course of action is to sever the ties that bind you to the said person(s), or any other situation that imposes upon your freedom and free will, to choose whatever you feel you need, to make life worth living.
You can’t buy happiness, and you can’t force someone to like and/ or love you, if they don’t. And no amount of stalking or casting spells will make it so, and such behaviour demonstrates the kind...
You can’t buy happiness, and you can’t force someone to like and/ or love you, if they don’t. And no amount of stalking or casting spells will make it so, and such behaviour demonstrates the kind...
#narrative
106 reads
3 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
21st Nov 2021 1:53pm
21st Nov 2021 1:53pm
The Owl Doesn't Know
There is an owl outside my window
Late at night when I can't sleep
Or early in the morning I hear their call
It seems so sorrowful to my ears
And at times it seems so urgent
I do not know why the owl calls
I simply know that they do each night
There's something haunting about it
And it echoes deep in my mind as I sleep
Dreams of owls flying silently through the woods
The hanging moss swaying as they pass
Light from the moon reflecting off their wings
I hope I spend years listening to them speak
And the owl doesn't know that I'm...
Late at night when I can't sleep
Or early in the morning I hear their call
It seems so sorrowful to my ears
And at times it seems so urgent
I do not know why the owl calls
I simply know that they do each night
There's something haunting about it
And it echoes deep in my mind as I sleep
Dreams of owls flying silently through the woods
The hanging moss swaying as they pass
Light from the moon reflecting off their wings
I hope I spend years listening to them speak
And the owl doesn't know that I'm...
#loneliness
#night
#nature #dawn
#nature #dawn
48 reads
5 Comments
Particles_Of_HerII
Poem Published
6th Nov 2021 7:47pm
6th Nov 2021 7:47pm
The thing about this moment: A whisper in my ear
While sleeping, I heard every word:
"Your love forces its fingers knuckle deep into a junction between an orchid of bone and soft fleshy muscle
in rapturous tender mouvements.. constant and consistent something like devotion
….this thing made by nature: the heart … ."
Until the last of breaths has vanished from my Chernobyl body -Noire Rose (HowlingWhelms)
"Your love forces its fingers knuckle deep into a junction between an orchid of bone and soft fleshy muscle
in rapturous tender mouvements.. constant and consistent something like devotion
….this thing made by nature: the heart … ."
Until the last of breaths has vanished from my Chernobyl body -Noire Rose (HowlingWhelms)
#love
#grief
#support
#admiration
#responsibility
180 reads
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
21st Nov 2021 4:28am
21st Nov 2021 4:28am
bad blood in me
They used to joke that our family is cursed
That none of us will ever be truly happy or healthy
I used to swing back and forth wildly
Between believing and not believing this
But sometimes you can't deny patterns
Maybe we're cursed because we believe it
But there are moments where I'm in the hospital
Watching another needle slide into my vein
And knowing that if my body had...
Just a slightly different dna variation
If I didn't come from the blood lines I have
A different great grand parent or even a different parent
I wouldn't be...
That none of us will ever be truly happy or healthy
I used to swing back and forth wildly
Between believing and not believing this
But sometimes you can't deny patterns
Maybe we're cursed because we believe it
But there are moments where I'm in the hospital
Watching another needle slide into my vein
And knowing that if my body had...
Just a slightly different dna variation
If I didn't come from the blood lines I have
A different great grand parent or even a different parent
I wouldn't be...
#anxiety
#family
#insomnia
#illness
#MentalHealth
53 reads
8 Comments
Particles_Of_HerII
Poem Published
14th Nov 2021 1:59pm
14th Nov 2021 1:59pm
Then she sighed:
'i want to
put my
soul into
your
mouth' and
lette all
oscillate;
the Gods
just
don't
make'em
like you
anymore"
and as her
Man,
she exacted
her needs;
whatever
urges
she felt to
cover me with,
I let be:
her
attentiveness
eternal and
arousing -
becoming the
acoustics
that
Spilt over/Split...
put my
soul into
your
mouth' and
lette all
oscillate;
the Gods
just
don't
make'em
like you
anymore"
and as her
Man,
she exacted
her needs;
whatever
urges
she felt to
cover me with,
I let be:
her
attentiveness
eternal and
arousing -
becoming the
acoustics
that
Spilt over/Split...
#FeelingLost
#IMissYou
#sensual
176 reads
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
61 reads
5 Comments
Particles_Of_HerII
Poem Published
4th Nov 2021 00:10am
4th Nov 2021 00:10am
'i almost wrote everything'
Our castle's built out of portraits,
poems, and other things
I clearly remember how
inhaled
exhales would migrate
melancholies
to
some distant shore:
On senses: I behold memories
the Destot Space of your wrists
being hinted with rosemary
while peaks of soft sandalwood
would emerged in secret
I remember how our exploration
would birth a million symbiotic
thoughts
...
poems, and other things
I clearly remember how
inhaled
exhales would migrate
melancholies
to
some distant shore:
On senses: I behold memories
the Destot Space of your wrists
being hinted with rosemary
while peaks of soft sandalwood
would emerged in secret
I remember how our exploration
would birth a million symbiotic
thoughts
...
#love
#angels
#admiration
#respect
#responsibility
206 reads
Particles_Of_HerII
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2021 8:17am
2nd Dec 2021 8:17am
In other words: Her words
.. .Dangling on hinges of fate… .
We take notes of time by giving it power and a voice,
we’re nothing more than conduits seeking to illuminate,
because so many tear-away at the "damned" love word,
oft. This is the ambience which torments and pillages
me to mere life, .. ..henna’ed me sees it as grotesquely
beautiful in all its rawness.
∂x - Surely:
I’ve loved a time or two granted they’ve their own sacred
catacombs in the chambers of my heart perhaps, they
had no masterful plans for me …& that is quite...
We take notes of time by giving it power and a voice,
we’re nothing more than conduits seeking to illuminate,
because so many tear-away at the "damned" love word,
oft. This is the ambience which torments and pillages
me to mere life, .. ..henna’ed me sees it as grotesquely
beautiful in all its rawness.
∂x - Surely:
I’ve loved a time or two granted they’ve their own sacred
catacombs in the chambers of my heart perhaps, they
had no masterful plans for me …& that is quite...
#love
#memories
#admiration
#respect
#responsibility
51 reads
Salient_Swan_
Poem Published
9th Nov 2021 5:33am
9th Nov 2021 5:33am
authentic stories of sad creatures
¡~
Imperceptible
posturing
casual indifference
to cruelty
or was it
imagined heartbreak?
Lucrative saunters
voicing
hip swingin'
perfect undulations
rhythmically hypnotic
a soul capturing sashay
veritable sly-pied piper
marquee maker
Collector
of
many
finding
them
all
.
.
.
multitudes
swarm
buzzing
moths
to a flame
they
flock
Finding requiem relief
in a form
of...
Imperceptible
posturing
casual indifference
to cruelty
or was it
imagined heartbreak?
Lucrative saunters
voicing
hip swingin'
perfect undulations
rhythmically hypnotic
a soul capturing sashay
veritable sly-pied piper
marquee maker
Collector
of
many
finding
them
all
.
.
.
multitudes
swarm
buzzing
moths
to a flame
they
flock
Finding requiem relief
in a form
of...
#TruthOfLife
47 reads
6 Comments
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