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.
Umm
Poem Published
12th Feb 2020 2:35pm
12th Feb 2020 2:35pm
Feb. 12. 2020
And just like a warm breeze, I felt you.
Let the storm of you wash over me,
temper me, and eventually
let the love wash away too.
Let the storm of you wash over me,
temper me, and eventually
let the love wash away too.
#forgiveness
86 reads
16 Comments
HowlingWhelms
Noire
Noire
Poem Published
20th Jan 2020 2:56am
20th Jan 2020 2:56am
Two-fifthteen A.M. addendum.. there may have been a message but all is lost-
finding the found together which tells
things without use of grammar, its more
like giving to explain in signals
i pressed a wildling from you between
chapters thirty three and forty to be
reminded that there are things we cant
get over----- sometimes you just have to
learn survive with
as if cold ether, i swallow'd the hunger
down on that early morning__then
sighed..
how accurately brutal consciousness,
can be;
boughs of rain gauzes the aire-
knocking slowly on the roof...
things without use of grammar, its more
like giving to explain in signals
i pressed a wildling from you between
chapters thirty three and forty to be
reminded that there are things we cant
get over----- sometimes you just have to
learn survive with
as if cold ether, i swallow'd the hunger
down on that early morning__then
sighed..
how accurately brutal consciousness,
can be;
boughs of rain gauzes the aire-
knocking slowly on the roof...
#TruthOfLife
#emotional
138 reads
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
1st Feb 2020 1:30pm
1st Feb 2020 1:30pm
Love, loss and those unspoken 80’s moments...
My first love was Atreyu, and the soundtrack that took me to another world.
And then, came David Bowie in the Labyrinth followed by ET; phone home, before Flashdance.
Though, I never quite understood why the boys would stare at me for dressing in shiny lycra with leg warmers, high top converse sneakers and cropped T’s as my breasts started budding whilst we went roller skating every Friday night, for years on end.
I soon learnt how cruel the world was when my childhood friend of 9 years abruptly moved out of my street,...
And then, came David Bowie in the Labyrinth followed by ET; phone home, before Flashdance.
Though, I never quite understood why the boys would stare at me for dressing in shiny lycra with leg warmers, high top converse sneakers and cropped T’s as my breasts started budding whilst we went roller skating every Friday night, for years on end.
I soon learnt how cruel the world was when my childhood friend of 9 years abruptly moved out of my street,...
#memories
83 reads
9 Comments
HowlingWhelms
Noire
Noire
Poem Published
6th Feb 2020 6:53am
6th Feb 2020 6:53am
to the tyrant of my memory..
can clearly
hear your voice:
it is a road-like
reflection to
translucent moons
yes, ive touch’d
or maybe another
diorama version
of you
who'd mold me
into an azimuth
breath held
within a breath..
oft, i seemingly
forget ..now…
images improperly
numbr’d
- perhaps that’s
what scares me
most
im a woman
whose mind has
grown lacier-
that has portal
nor door in her
mouth-
and youre ...
hear your voice:
it is a road-like
reflection to
translucent moons
yes, ive touch’d
or maybe another
diorama version
of you
who'd mold me
into an azimuth
breath held
within a breath..
oft, i seemingly
forget ..now…
images improperly
numbr’d
- perhaps that’s
what scares me
most
im a woman
whose mind has
grown lacier-
that has portal
nor door in her
mouth-
and youre ...
#love
#grief
#learning
#SelfReflection
#denial
106 reads
HowlingWhelms
Noire
Noire
Poem Published
13th Feb 2020 1:00am
13th Feb 2020 1:00am
to leave a thought without conclusion:
i-
Again it is morning,
transparency trembles
upon my pillow
defying all
attempt’d words
ii-
..but consensus is a "word"..
...consensuality undress’d, be it
so..
ii.i-
dwindling into a skewed hum
iii-
a sliver of light create mosaics
of itself
across my thighs
conveying the sun;s reflection
which candles the
glass beads strewn across my
...
Again it is morning,
transparency trembles
upon my pillow
defying all
attempt’d words
ii-
..but consensus is a "word"..
...consensuality undress’d, be it
so..
ii.i-
dwindling into a skewed hum
iii-
a sliver of light create mosaics
of itself
across my thighs
conveying the sun;s reflection
which candles the
glass beads strewn across my
...
#anxiety
#nature
#bittersweet
72 reads
HowlingWhelms
Noire
Noire
Poem Published
5th Feb 2020 4:29pm
5th Feb 2020 4:29pm
I will whisper into your ear like a woman’s mouth whispers in a library - Anonymous
No one mutters: my poem, my
novel, the unwritten memoir.
'darkness falls upon my wrist.
depending if the sun and
moon are in syzygy or
quadrature
intimacy opens its frail jaw
and inhales slight wavy damp
-fruit scented hair
in my need to be bruised,
by tongue - like a rough petal
gliding ... smoothly.. .
'muttering: my poem, my novel,
the unwritten memoir.'
did i run or was i carried?
novel, the unwritten memoir.
'darkness falls upon my wrist.
depending if the sun and
moon are in syzygy or
quadrature
intimacy opens its frail jaw
and inhales slight wavy damp
-fruit scented hair
in my need to be bruised,
by tongue - like a rough petal
gliding ... smoothly.. .
'muttering: my poem, my novel,
the unwritten memoir.'
did i run or was i carried?
#anxiety
#confessional
#passion #obsession
#passion #obsession
105 reads
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
16th Feb 2020 1:58pm
16th Feb 2020 1:58pm
Friendship
Friends, spend time ruminating collectively and helping one another to broker solutions whilst lending oneself to another in times of need.
They understand the concept of deep listening, and they’re not pretentious by saying to another, we'll see how we go, when another wants to catch up.
They break bread together and enjoy one another’s company whilst channeling their energy into one another when they’re together.
They’re loyal, and never fake. They share secrets, and their bond strengthens over time.
Friends, don’t block you on a whim, and...
They understand the concept of deep listening, and they’re not pretentious by saying to another, we'll see how we go, when another wants to catch up.
They break bread together and enjoy one another’s company whilst channeling their energy into one another when they’re together.
They’re loyal, and never fake. They share secrets, and their bond strengthens over time.
Friends, don’t block you on a whim, and...
#love
#friendship
#respect
56 reads
4 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
31st Jan 2020 7:19am
31st Jan 2020 7:19am
We grieve our loss in silence...
I was raised to pursue my dreams, and my dreams oft became goals, and it wasn’t until I became a grown woman that I realised that some dreams aren’t within my reach, no matter how many years I channelled my love & energy into the one that set my heart & soul alight.
I gave whatever I could, whenever I could, and there’s no disputing that that love could be a bestseller if those sentiments were ever compiled in a manuscript, post being edited, in preparation for publishing.
You were my epic love story, and in a world with no barriers, we would’ve had our...
I gave whatever I could, whenever I could, and there’s no disputing that that love could be a bestseller if those sentiments were ever compiled in a manuscript, post being edited, in preparation for publishing.
You were my epic love story, and in a world with no barriers, we would’ve had our...
#love
#dialogue
#hurt
80 reads
5 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
19th Jan 2020 1:16am
19th Jan 2020 1:16am
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He spent a number of years studying the way my skirt would edge up my thighs as I sat cross legged, across from him.
Pondering, the notion that I may just have been created from his rib, and when I said to him, I love the way you fuck me; I meant that I loved you, but he never quite pondered the literal meaning of such words as he was wedged deep inside me.
I was entirely unaware of the way in which he’d become hungry at the time, whilst curiosity killed the cat, and never did we engage in enough deep & meaningful dialogues about life, the universe and the...
Pondering, the notion that I may just have been created from his rib, and when I said to him, I love the way you fuck me; I meant that I loved you, but he never quite pondered the literal meaning of such words as he was wedged deep inside me.
I was entirely unaware of the way in which he’d become hungry at the time, whilst curiosity killed the cat, and never did we engage in enough deep & meaningful dialogues about life, the universe and the...
#fate
#lover
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
138 reads
10 Comments
CosiestPrism273
Poem Published
5th Feb 2020 7:50am
5th Feb 2020 7:50am
Who I am
I will ltell you my life and if you feel comfortable share yours. I had a cataplexy spell at age 4. From ages 5 to 9 was tested on. I was foundto have narcolepsy cataplexy and ADHD. I was actually the first person caught on video. My dad started abusing me physically at the age of 7. He abused me and my mother and I would try to protect her and my sister. I would make him beat me so they wouldn't get hurt. He was an alcoholic and gave me no love. Belts or thrown on the floor. He never gave me encouragement or appreciation. During a baseball game, I got out to end the game and he yelled at me....
#grief
#rejection
#abuse
#misunderstood
#ignorance
85 reads
14 Comments
Taryn
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2020 5:49pm
2nd Feb 2020 5:49pm
Denude
bone fragments bursted
projecting in all directions
traveling this path,
sole needs and desires were to
only move forward
just keep walking; one foot
in front of the other
~;• *• •* •;~
incessant pains and soulful aches
don illusions for every occasion; the
physical, mental and
emotional
again unbalanced
while on this last leg
excessively taxed and tolled
projecting in all directions
traveling this path,
sole needs and desires were to
only move forward
just keep walking; one foot
in front of the other
~;• *• •* •;~
incessant pains and soulful aches
don illusions for every occasion; the
physical, mental and
emotional
again unbalanced
while on this last leg
excessively taxed and tolled
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#fish
#emotional
97 reads
11 Comments
Whipped
Diz
Diz
Poem Published
31st Jan 2020 3:21pm
31st Jan 2020 3:21pm
I grabbed him like he was mine
Glanced at his tattoo
In that moment he was mine
Brief
Memories fade
But I'm familiar with every mark on this beast
A distant voice in my head
Telling me....
Somewhere between time and space...
He took me there.
At one time this beast was mine
Ahhh another love story
In that moment he was mine
Brief
Memories fade
But I'm familiar with every mark on this beast
A distant voice in my head
Telling me....
Somewhere between time and space...
He took me there.
At one time this beast was mine
Ahhh another love story
#love
#kindness
#respect
60 reads
6 Comments
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