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.
HowlingWhelms
Noire
Noire
Poem Published
16th Oct 2019 4:55pm
16th Oct 2019 4:55pm
……poemless in the throat of hours
and for a moment there’s no aching
future or past wall papery peels. ive
packed both away under floorboards
.. ..behind walls. ..hidden deep some
loft..
a silent film of sorts of such lovely raw
things passing thru layers of secular
skin bleeding sepia' - it is beautifully
terrifying to feel how much i miss your
moth-like mystery stirring within my
undying flames
today...
you touch'd tender arcs by leaving
pieces of...
future or past wall papery peels. ive
packed both away under floorboards
.. ..behind walls. ..hidden deep some
loft..
a silent film of sorts of such lovely raw
things passing thru layers of secular
skin bleeding sepia' - it is beautifully
terrifying to feel how much i miss your
moth-like mystery stirring within my
undying flames
today...
you touch'd tender arcs by leaving
pieces of...
#support
#IMissYou
#emotional
282 reads
HowlingWhelms
Noire
Noire
Poem Published
31st Oct 2019 5:21am
31st Oct 2019 5:21am
a symptom, perhaps
maybe to live another day.
#erotic
#LifeStruggles
177 reads
HowlingWhelms
Noire
Noire
Poem Published
16th Oct 2019 9:54am
16th Oct 2019 9:54am
on being transparent art: the fourth circle
there's a particular
unmeasurable depth or
fairly humorous....
merely posthumous to be
born with internal
language that’s hard to
hear
simply, i needed to be
translat'd, but the moral
philosophers with their
smooth edged
Occam raz’rs, and inquiries,
constantly insists
once i answer’d
every question with the
same answer:
“it was when that thing
happen and almost
immediately,
i’ uncreated a twine of
years, perhaps, within a ...
unmeasurable depth or
fairly humorous....
merely posthumous to be
born with internal
language that’s hard to
hear
simply, i needed to be
translat'd, but the moral
philosophers with their
smooth edged
Occam raz’rs, and inquiries,
constantly insists
once i answer’d
every question with the
same answer:
“it was when that thing
happen and almost
immediately,
i’ uncreated a twine of
years, perhaps, within a ...
#LifeStruggles
#peace
#satirical #philosophical
#satirical #philosophical
192 reads
HowlingWhelms
Noire
Noire
Poem Published
24th Oct 2019 00:02am
24th Oct 2019 00:02am
for longer than ..
through abscission in the hush
flow of my blood came a
miscarried moon
ive discarded pre'existiential
clocks with pieces of heart
beating in my mouth
it taste-familiar, like capturing
milk of the subjective human
cry
plethorically tethering all that
may linger on
..or tilt ov’r any edge..
where the compass points at
ordinal: tragedy, comedy, and
eros...
flow of my blood came a
miscarried moon
ive discarded pre'existiential
clocks with pieces of heart
beating in my mouth
it taste-familiar, like capturing
milk of the subjective human
cry
plethorically tethering all that
may linger on
..or tilt ov’r any edge..
where the compass points at
ordinal: tragedy, comedy, and
eros...
#sadness
#anger
#love
#honesty
#TimeHeals
214 reads
HowlingWhelms
Noire
Noire
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:13am
Yesterday 4:13am
because all the beautiful thing are disappearing...
ii.v
searching for
bleeding
stars to cleanse
me
for every dress
owned, is
covered
..in death
and metaphors
im emotionally
unscroll'd
iIi
cheek pressed
against cold
glass
my breaths
seems to
conjure
nothing to life
only fogg;d
elliptical white
pages
si..
eye peer and
feel far too
deep
and i hate
the textures
..thusly
even more
so when it all ...
searching for
bleeding
stars to cleanse
me
for every dress
owned, is
covered
..in death
and metaphors
im emotionally
unscroll'd
iIi
cheek pressed
against cold
glass
my breaths
seems to
conjure
nothing to life
only fogg;d
elliptical white
pages
si..
eye peer and
feel far too
deep
and i hate
the textures
..thusly
even more
so when it all ...
#heartbroken
#death
63 reads
Layla
Poem Published
27th Oct 2019 4:43am
27th Oct 2019 4:43am
Numerology
They had lived a good life.
Together.
In love, before they knew the words, the acceleration, the rush, the declaration to the sun, the moon and the stars.
It had come easily, slowly, softly, like tipper tapper of the rain on the tin roof and a pot of hot soup tricking drop by drop hushing the heat to stop the burn but through the storms and the calms they danced to the sound of two heartbeats echoing each other.
Love in its simplest form nestled in ritualism and traditions.
One day,
She found a lump on her left breast.
Another day,
He suffered a...
Together.
In love, before they knew the words, the acceleration, the rush, the declaration to the sun, the moon and the stars.
It had come easily, slowly, softly, like tipper tapper of the rain on the tin roof and a pot of hot soup tricking drop by drop hushing the heat to stop the burn but through the storms and the calms they danced to the sound of two heartbeats echoing each other.
Love in its simplest form nestled in ritualism and traditions.
One day,
She found a lump on her left breast.
Another day,
He suffered a...
#death
#universe
#mystery
80 reads
4 Comments
LostGirl18
Poem Published
24th Oct 2019 1:15am
24th Oct 2019 1:15am
His secret.
I wrote something else and deleted it.
It was good but you’d see right through it.
First, your ass is beautiful. Your breasts are so lovely. Your eyes are drowning pools. Your voice strikes an impossible chord between utterly sexy and adorably cute. You are intelligent, witty, and extremely observant. I love your lightly pursed lips and your wink can bend men to your will. And that’s the truth.
But not this man. And that’s going to become a problem.
What do I want to happen between us? I want a nearly one...
It was good but you’d see right through it.
First, your ass is beautiful. Your breasts are so lovely. Your eyes are drowning pools. Your voice strikes an impossible chord between utterly sexy and adorably cute. You are intelligent, witty, and extremely observant. I love your lightly pursed lips and your wink can bend men to your will. And that’s the truth.
But not this man. And that’s going to become a problem.
What do I want to happen between us? I want a nearly one...
#FallingInLove
129 reads
dizzzzzzy
616
616
Poem Published
21st Oct 2019 3:58pm
21st Oct 2019 3:58pm
Slowly
Finding out.
Who I am
Strange
How come I don't know
Who I am
And how does everyone know
But me
And if u know
Why you don't tell me
Then maybe I would act accorrdingly
Why was I there? ....As I scream back to the void WHERE?
Retracing your steps? How the hell do I do that? Just saying. I can't even retrace my own steps. Let alone yours. Sheesh!
Your self defense script is weak. I'm not stalking you. At all.
Sure I got your back. Sistah
(Yet biologically I have no sisters)
...
Who I am
Strange
How come I don't know
Who I am
And how does everyone know
But me
And if u know
Why you don't tell me
Then maybe I would act accorrdingly
Why was I there? ....As I scream back to the void WHERE?
Retracing your steps? How the hell do I do that? Just saying. I can't even retrace my own steps. Let alone yours. Sheesh!
Your self defense script is weak. I'm not stalking you. At all.
Sure I got your back. Sistah
(Yet biologically I have no sisters)
...
#respect
104 reads
12 Comments
LostGirl18
Poem Published
19th Oct 2019 6:51pm
19th Oct 2019 6:51pm
Excuses
My friends champagne tasting party is
tonight.
I'd rather not attend.
Excuses are as follows:
I don't want to wax my mustache.
I'm too bloated for bubbles.
I'm too broke to afford good champagne; they'll be mortified if I bring a bottle of baby duck.
I have no clean underwear.
I want to stay under the covers. Come on man, it's Saturday.
It's shit weather outside anyway.
I would rather get drunk alone like I normally do on Saturdays.
I'm on my...
tonight.
I'd rather not attend.
Excuses are as follows:
I don't want to wax my mustache.
I'm too bloated for bubbles.
I'm too broke to afford good champagne; they'll be mortified if I bring a bottle of baby duck.
I have no clean underwear.
I want to stay under the covers. Come on man, it's Saturday.
It's shit weather outside anyway.
I would rather get drunk alone like I normally do on Saturdays.
I'm on my...
#friendship
141 reads
LostGirl18
Poem Published
13th Oct 2019 1:03am
13th Oct 2019 1:03am
Thankful
It's Thanksgiving bitch.
I don't need no turkey.
No cranberry sauce out tha can.
No damn pumpkin pie.
Me and ma squad..
gonna hit up a Chick-Fil-A.
Get tha bird with tha special sauce..
thick brown gravy.. ...
I don't need no turkey.
No cranberry sauce out tha can.
No damn pumpkin pie.
Me and ma squad..
gonna hit up a Chick-Fil-A.
Get tha bird with tha special sauce..
thick brown gravy.. ...
#happiness
#love
#gratitude
117 reads
dizzzzzzy
616
616
Poem Published
9th Nov 2019 9:12am
9th Nov 2019 9:12am
tap
I could hear your thoughts
As I tried not to stare
The vortex of you
Drawing my curiosity in
Something personal
For our eyes only
So shhhhhhh.
As I tried not to stare
The vortex of you
Drawing my curiosity in
Something personal
For our eyes only
So shhhhhhh.
#admiration
#respect
33 reads
5 Comments
dizzzzzzy
616
616
Poem Published
8th Nov 2019 6:49pm
8th Nov 2019 6:49pm
the inbetween
Heartless and numb
There is no you and me
Only the inbetween
Oh and this screen
They say I'm callous and mean
Yeah, ...
I can be
There is no you and me
Only the inbetween
Oh and this screen
They say I'm callous and mean
Yeah, ...
I can be
#curse
44 reads
6 Comments
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