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.
SoulzGirl69
Poem Published
6th Oct 2018 8:39pm
6th Oct 2018 8:39pm
A little old lady
I am not one
For a casual chat
Always rushing, but today
I paused...
Waiting in line
To pay for some supplies
That I really didn't need
I noticed in front of me
Was a beautiful old lady
Barely able to stand
Her hands covered in puritus
Grey hair perfectly groomed
When she realized I was looking
She tucked them into her
Cardigan pockets,
hiding them
I made some small talk and asked
How she was getting home
And was shocked to my core when she
Told me...
For a casual chat
Always rushing, but today
I paused...
Waiting in line
To pay for some supplies
That I really didn't need
I noticed in front of me
Was a beautiful old lady
Barely able to stand
Her hands covered in puritus
Grey hair perfectly groomed
When she realized I was looking
She tucked them into her
Cardigan pockets,
hiding them
I made some small talk and asked
How she was getting home
And was shocked to my core when she
Told me...
#kindness
#hope
#inspirational
#admiration
#respect
74 reads
29 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
21st Sep 2018 1:58am
21st Sep 2018 1:58am
Letters to a Young Poet IX
September 19, 2018
Ahavati
Cherokee, North Carolina
Dear T,
Tonight, muscle covers the stars,
flexing clouds expand condensation into swollen ice crystals; their semi-warmth cooling summer. Soon we shall smell roasted leaves and burnt marshmellows from singed twigs. But, for now it seems a purgatory until the autumn equinox Saturday.
I've found poetry can also be seasonally cyclic. The space between departure and arrival can be arid to frozen. Yet genesis springs from cracked earth just as it survives ice;...
Ahavati
Cherokee, North Carolina
Dear T,
Tonight, muscle covers the stars,
flexing clouds expand condensation into swollen ice crystals; their semi-warmth cooling summer. Soon we shall smell roasted leaves and burnt marshmellows from singed twigs. But, for now it seems a purgatory until the autumn equinox Saturday.
I've found poetry can also be seasonally cyclic. The space between departure and arrival can be arid to frozen. Yet genesis springs from cracked earth just as it survives ice;...
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
136 reads
9 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
28th Sep 2018 00:41am
28th Sep 2018 00:41am
Letters to a Young Poet X
September 27, 2018
Ahavati
The Future
Dear Ahavati,
I write to you from the future, where I perceive you as just a baby, with so many lifetimes to evolve. Here, in the Library of Light, where everything is recorded in your Book of Lives, I smile at your accomplishments, and the gift of poetry you have countless times chosen to procure a deeper understanding of . . .life, after life.
I see Autumn arrived under an umbrellic cloud-cover cooling the sun's volcanic wrath. It's been a long, arid...
Ahavati
The Future
Dear Ahavati,
I write to you from the future, where I perceive you as just a baby, with so many lifetimes to evolve. Here, in the Library of Light, where everything is recorded in your Book of Lives, I smile at your accomplishments, and the gift of poetry you have countless times chosen to procure a deeper understanding of . . .life, after life.
I see Autumn arrived under an umbrellic cloud-cover cooling the sun's volcanic wrath. It's been a long, arid...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
112 reads
8 Comments
Layla
Poem Published
10th Oct 2018 2:20am
10th Oct 2018 2:20am
The Details
Do we live to write or do we write to live?
Is truth a configuration of a subjective perspective?
How much of truth do we owe to the craft and to the audience?
Does it really matter?
That’s how the conundrum starts for writers.
These question we rarely ask of ourselves when we feel that unexplainable tow and tug pulling away from everything and anything around us burrowing in the vertigo of solitude, faithful to that single surge of emotion rising from the depths of the soul flourishing through each and every sense, trajectory of flight in animated...
Is truth a configuration of a subjective perspective?
How much of truth do we owe to the craft and to the audience?
Does it really matter?
That’s how the conundrum starts for writers.
These question we rarely ask of ourselves when we feel that unexplainable tow and tug pulling away from everything and anything around us burrowing in the vertigo of solitude, faithful to that single surge of emotion rising from the depths of the soul flourishing through each and every sense, trajectory of flight in animated...
#LifeAsAWriter
#metaphor
64 reads
13 Comments
SoulzGirl69
Poem Published
15th Oct 2018 10:04pm
15th Oct 2018 10:04pm
A little old lady (part 2 - of infinity)
I got up before the birds
Even before my alarm
It was like being a little girl
The day before christmas
We agreed on 9am
But at 8.30 I was parked outside
A little rundown apartment
A shining diamond inside it
The front door opens
I jump out,
Oh how I missed that beautiful smile
I buckle her in
Precious cargo
Slowly approaching her favorite coffee shop
Her eyes bright
With a little pink blush
No hair out of place
She tells me about her old cat
Over coffee and...
Even before my alarm
It was like being a little girl
The day before christmas
We agreed on 9am
But at 8.30 I was parked outside
A little rundown apartment
A shining diamond inside it
The front door opens
I jump out,
Oh how I missed that beautiful smile
I buckle her in
Precious cargo
Slowly approaching her favorite coffee shop
Her eyes bright
With a little pink blush
No hair out of place
She tells me about her old cat
Over coffee and...
#love
#kindness
#strength
#hope
#respect
32 reads
15 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
18th Sep 2018 1:55am
18th Sep 2018 1:55am
Letters to a Young Poet(ess) VIII
September 15, 2018
Ahavati
Charlotte, North Carolina
Dear A,
I am writing to you amidst an approaching hurricane, Florence, who is currently battering the Carolina's coastal regions with heavy wind and rain. We are expecting 15" by Sunday. She is a slow moving force inching her way across an uncertain path of terrain. The wind is an angry mistress, and the rain a lover's tears upon being dismissed. The rest is breaking chaos we listen to from behind closed shutters and doors.
So many friends were forced to flee...
Ahavati
Charlotte, North Carolina
Dear A,
I am writing to you amidst an approaching hurricane, Florence, who is currently battering the Carolina's coastal regions with heavy wind and rain. We are expecting 15" by Sunday. She is a slow moving force inching her way across an uncertain path of terrain. The wind is an angry mistress, and the rain a lover's tears upon being dismissed. The rest is breaking chaos we listen to from behind closed shutters and doors.
So many friends were forced to flee...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
158 reads
4 Comments
dizzzzzzy
616
616
Poem Published
1st Oct 2018 6:47am
1st Oct 2018 6:47am
Dawn
Guess I was too late
The sky started to cry
As I skipped down the road
Not a happy skip
Along the side road
Gravel and rocks
Storage rvs and trucks
Tombstones
Getting happier excited
All the times of driving by
Say oh my moms in there
Wondering if she can see me
Hiding my tears with rain
Telling her that I'm am scared
Asking for her strength
A mental unload recharge
Sorry I. Don't use the word. Release.
That I actually made it there for her birthday
Rain coming down
Sky is black ...
The sky started to cry
As I skipped down the road
Not a happy skip
Along the side road
Gravel and rocks
Storage rvs and trucks
Tombstones
Getting happier excited
All the times of driving by
Say oh my moms in there
Wondering if she can see me
Hiding my tears with rain
Telling her that I'm am scared
Asking for her strength
A mental unload recharge
Sorry I. Don't use the word. Release.
That I actually made it there for her birthday
Rain coming down
Sky is black ...
#respect
46 reads
8 Comments
ElusiveSleepfall
MatthewZ
MatthewZ
Poem Published
11th Oct 2018 11:46pm
11th Oct 2018 11:46pm
Dork of the Week: Elusive Sleepfall. Yay! (Inspired by true events).
WebMinstrel: Welcome, we've created a new honorary category, Dork of the Week, and this weeks winner(and I suspect someone who will be the recipient quite often) is: Elusive Sleepfall, who has been a member for a couple of weeks(even though it seems interminably longer), and writes in a variety of forms, including: Stupid, Dull, and What the Hell Does That Mean??.
WebMinstrel: Matt, your writing seems to be...terrible, yet mildly nauseating. What's your secret?
Matt(Elusive Sleepfall): Well, I'm kind of a moron, so imbecility comes easy to me. I also have a degree in...
WebMinstrel: Matt, your writing seems to be...terrible, yet mildly nauseating. What's your secret?
Matt(Elusive Sleepfall): Well, I'm kind of a moron, so imbecility comes easy to me. I also have a degree in...
#Africa
#MentalHealth
#bees
#SixWordStory
#prison
31 reads
17 Comments
AEMelia564
Y
Y
Poem Published
11th Oct 2018 5:56pm
11th Oct 2018 5:56pm
a Hunters moon tale (1)
One year waded through its own history ,
its footsteps gone behind the violet surface sky.
A pamflet written with bloodred fingers in the ink of antiquity.
I had become human once more.
A night was given to me in which I faced survival beyond solidarity.
Betrodden path of silence. The inquisition of time, my heresy of being me.
I flew beyond the ashen past.
The mirror reflecting a black eyed deity with sore skin. A lioness roared
from within. Her auburn manes
adorned her face.
You tore the flesh of us, you tore my face into...
its footsteps gone behind the violet surface sky.
A pamflet written with bloodred fingers in the ink of antiquity.
I had become human once more.
A night was given to me in which I faced survival beyond solidarity.
Betrodden path of silence. The inquisition of time, my heresy of being me.
I flew beyond the ashen past.
The mirror reflecting a black eyed deity with sore skin. A lioness roared
from within. Her auburn manes
adorned her face.
You tore the flesh of us, you tore my face into...
#conflict
#despair
#emotional
37 reads
11 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2018 9:36pm
22nd Sep 2018 9:36pm
Letters To A Young Poet
September 12, 2018
Jade Pandora
Catalina Island, California
Dear Geoffrey,
Yes, the postmark is confusing I’m sure. It’s been years, but I have taken the day boat across the channel over to Santa Catalina. To check on a number of areas of the island’s coastline from which several family members have requested in their wills that their ashes be scattered offshore by hired craft, and the vote fell to me. At least the weather is cooperating even as Fall will soon...
Jade Pandora
Catalina Island, California
Dear Geoffrey,
Yes, the postmark is confusing I’m sure. It’s been years, but I have taken the day boat across the channel over to Santa Catalina. To check on a number of areas of the island’s coastline from which several family members have requested in their wills that their ashes be scattered offshore by hired craft, and the vote fell to me. At least the weather is cooperating even as Fall will soon...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#RainerMariaRilke
70 reads
9 Comments
dizzzzzzy
616
616
Poem Published
19th Sep 2018 12:55pm
19th Sep 2018 12:55pm
Newest addition
Black
thigh
high
Stilleto
suede
boots
thigh
high
Stilleto
suede
boots
#vanity
49 reads
6 Comments
cold_fusion
Poem Published
14th Oct 2018 6:54am
14th Oct 2018 6:54am
No lofty story, just one unreasonable man
His name was the 'no' man
started work
new place
old rules
abide
or
get tread upon
he frowned
kept his head
and
his headgear
on
in a place no one did either
prior
as usual
old bullies
came up
old tricks
he knew
to bring 'em down
no kicks
just the resolve
he being unreasonable
well that's what they thought
as someone with
determination
and dogged take no shit
attitude
came along
six years on
bullies...
started work
new place
old rules
abide
or
get tread upon
he frowned
kept his head
and
his headgear
on
in a place no one did either
prior
as usual
old bullies
came up
old tricks
he knew
to bring 'em down
no kicks
just the resolve
he being unreasonable
well that's what they thought
as someone with
determination
and dogged take no shit
attitude
came along
six years on
bullies...
#ShortStory
#philosophical
44 reads
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