Non-Fiction Prose by Members Last Online
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
Poems published by members most recently online.
Xaphan
Poem Published
12th May 2019 4:31pm
12th May 2019 4:31pm
Dear Earth
Dear Earth,
Hi there, how are you? I thought I'd drop you a line, because some of the family are a bit worried about you. They're saying that you're not too happy about the way things are going at the moment, that we might be abusing your trust? I really hope that you don't think that this is the case, because we've put in so much hard work to get where we are!
I've got a few bullet points for you -
* We own the place! (we've got the paperwork, OT & NT etc) I'm sure you remember agreeing to this? If not, consult your legal team.
* It's up to you...
Hi there, how are you? I thought I'd drop you a line, because some of the family are a bit worried about you. They're saying that you're not too happy about the way things are going at the moment, that we might be abusing your trust? I really hope that you don't think that this is the case, because we've put in so much hard work to get where we are!
I've got a few bullet points for you -
* We own the place! (we've got the paperwork, OT & NT etc) I'm sure you remember agreeing to this? If not, consult your legal team.
* It's up to you...
#earth
#environment
#humankind
532 reads
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
16th Oct 2016 1:31pm
16th Oct 2016 1:31pm
Praying to Bukowski
I drank all my available liquor in my cabinet
Then I quit drinking for 3 weeks
I don't have an alcohol problem
Just wanted to lose a few pounds
Truth is I didn't miss the booze
Started exercising again
Felt some clarity in my brain pocket
Problem was, I missed myself
That little bit of libation cheered my soul
Took the edge off work which is stressful and annoying
Friday night I poured 3 fingers of Basil Hayden's neat
Eased back in my living room and sipped slow
Felt the beautiful fire and glow
At peace with my whiskey
Back to an old...
Then I quit drinking for 3 weeks
I don't have an alcohol problem
Just wanted to lose a few pounds
Truth is I didn't miss the booze
Started exercising again
Felt some clarity in my brain pocket
Problem was, I missed myself
That little bit of libation cheered my soul
Took the edge off work which is stressful and annoying
Friday night I poured 3 fingers of Basil Hayden's neat
Eased back in my living room and sipped slow
Felt the beautiful fire and glow
At peace with my whiskey
Back to an old...
368 reads
16 Comments
Josh
Poem Published
27th Sep 2018 3:26pm
27th Sep 2018 3:26pm
Letters To A Young Poet - IV
Tábua
Central Portugal
My dearest J,
Well what luck! I drove into town to the post-office where they know me well and Anna-Maria immediately dug behind the counter and pulled out another letter from you, arrived from Oporto this very morning. So now I am sitting in a bistro-cafe, newly opened by a Belgian lady who grew up here, and will write my reply in time to catch today’s post.
I can see that you have an unendingly vivid imagination and have set up for yourself another inner conflict. Whilst you are sitting in a comfortable library thinking about...
Central Portugal
My dearest J,
Well what luck! I drove into town to the post-office where they know me well and Anna-Maria immediately dug behind the counter and pulled out another letter from you, arrived from Oporto this very morning. So now I am sitting in a bistro-cafe, newly opened by a Belgian lady who grew up here, and will write my reply in time to catch today’s post.
I can see that you have an unendingly vivid imagination and have set up for yourself another inner conflict. Whilst you are sitting in a comfortable library thinking about...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
97 reads
2 Comments
Northern1
Poem Published
27th May 2017 2:51am
27th May 2017 2:51am
The Super Ball
I wish to share with you something amazing that happened
to me when I was 5 years old and I still remember clearly.
It was the summer of 1966 and I was really frustrated.
I had my heart set on having my own super ball to play
with. One of those big hard dark blue ones that could
bounce higher than a tall building. I kept nagging my
mother to buy one for me, but she steadfastly refused
on the grounds that I would destroy everything in sight
with that cursed ball.
One sunny day after receiving
yet another no to my...
to me when I was 5 years old and I still remember clearly.
It was the summer of 1966 and I was really frustrated.
I had my heart set on having my own super ball to play
with. One of those big hard dark blue ones that could
bounce higher than a tall building. I kept nagging my
mother to buy one for me, but she steadfastly refused
on the grounds that I would destroy everything in sight
with that cursed ball.
One sunny day after receiving
yet another no to my...
398 reads
10 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
10th Mar 2019 12:24pm
10th Mar 2019 12:24pm
I’m Gonna Confess
( a prose poem spill & scrub )
Geoff, I’m gonna confess something to you right here and now, so don’t blame me, but congratulate yourself. I mean that in the best possible way. You know I don’t hold back, you know I haven’t believed in a woman deliberately trying to be mysterious since before you and I met. Like it’s a religion or a cult. And it all turns yeasty like false news because the mystery goes stale after it’s kept shelved and unused for so long, the cow herself forgets, and her milk dries up. But that’s not all that evaporates...
...
Geoff, I’m gonna confess something to you right here and now, so don’t blame me, but congratulate yourself. I mean that in the best possible way. You know I don’t hold back, you know I haven’t believed in a woman deliberately trying to be mysterious since before you and I met. Like it’s a religion or a cult. And it all turns yeasty like false news because the mystery goes stale after it’s kept shelved and unused for so long, the cow herself forgets, and her milk dries up. But that’s not all that evaporates...
...
#love
#lover
#LifeAsAWriter #LongDistanceRelationship
#LifeAsAWriter #LongDistanceRelationship
191 reads
17 Comments
MysticalRose
Poem Published
5th May 2019 12:53pm
5th May 2019 12:53pm
Nothing lasts forever
There's no use exhuming dead feelings:
you'll find nothing but brittle bones of a sordid reminder...
that nothing is immortal
Not even feelings...
you'll find nothing but brittle bones of a sordid reminder...
that nothing is immortal
Not even feelings...
#relationships
123 reads
21 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
14th Jun 2019 5:23am
14th Jun 2019 5:23am
He has a heart that can’t be PM’d upon a template of divergence...
We're both a little less tolerant of the blatant head fuckery but we persevere with one another because we're fond of the way we starve one another, particularly at times when we need to nourish and nurture our being, upon one another.
These days are not for wasting unless I'm wasting away in the monogamous cellar of your fermented polyamory hatred, and you grin painfully yet devilishly at the thought of watching another man fuck me; not gently and lovingly, but brutally.
A well hung man that leaves me split wide, and squirting gushingly as he ravishes me...
These days are not for wasting unless I'm wasting away in the monogamous cellar of your fermented polyamory hatred, and you grin painfully yet devilishly at the thought of watching another man fuck me; not gently and lovingly, but brutally.
A well hung man that leaves me split wide, and squirting gushingly as he ravishes me...
#love
67 reads
6 Comments
it_lord
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2019 3:54pm
22nd Jan 2019 3:54pm
Should I shave?
I wanted time to slow down so bad...
that now I have a beard since last year.
that now I have a beard since last year.
#wisdom
105 reads
15 Comments
blocat
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2018 11:46pm
2nd Mar 2018 11:46pm
23 Almond Street
Memories of early childhood just after WW2 when the UK suffered its worst winter for decades.
To a five-year-old me in the winter of 1947/48, 23 Almond Street was a place of wonder and excitement. A small terraced house in a street of them in a grimy Northern mill town may seem the epitome of boring. Far from it.
It was my birthday, February 12th, and the snow hurtled down the street riding the wild horse wind like the shirt tails of a giant ghost. It raced horizontally past our single glazed window. The gas lamp outside rattled and shook in sympathy with our front...
To a five-year-old me in the winter of 1947/48, 23 Almond Street was a place of wonder and excitement. A small terraced house in a street of them in a grimy Northern mill town may seem the epitome of boring. Far from it.
It was my birthday, February 12th, and the snow hurtled down the street riding the wild horse wind like the shirt tails of a giant ghost. It raced horizontally past our single glazed window. The gas lamp outside rattled and shook in sympathy with our front...
166 reads
0 Comments
Magdalena
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2018 1:27am
2nd Dec 2018 1:27am
sky person
mortal bliss wanes from clock to shadow
you unfold between the second hand
and my heart beats in time to its movement
remembering my fierce that hid in secrets
while your star exploded much brighter
your bold blocked out the sun as i withered
minutes keep moving with your silhouette
the atmosphere pulls apart in fits and pelts
my mind abseils to the safety of apathy
i used to think you were a super hero
watching in wonderment, open mouthed
my awe of you still lingers in my blind spot
you unfold between the second hand
and my heart beats in time to its movement
remembering my fierce that hid in secrets
while your star exploded much brighter
your bold blocked out the sun as i withered
minutes keep moving with your silhouette
the atmosphere pulls apart in fits and pelts
my mind abseils to the safety of apathy
i used to think you were a super hero
watching in wonderment, open mouthed
my awe of you still lingers in my blind spot
#identity
386 reads
12 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2017 9:09am
3rd Jan 2017 9:09am
Penniless in Le Havre
Penniless in Le Havre
At the time of my nadir penniless in Le Havre in the drizzle
Saw a blue neon light of a bar I meet sailors there from my own country
They gave me cigarettes and wine, money enough to take the train home
Only among the poor do you find selfless generosity
I had a pencil, and a note block tried to collect my thought to find out what
I was thinking found out I was more educated than I expected, that is
What reading a thousand books do to you, alas I also knew my limitation
My difficulty in functioning in the world we live in.
...
At the time of my nadir penniless in Le Havre in the drizzle
Saw a blue neon light of a bar I meet sailors there from my own country
They gave me cigarettes and wine, money enough to take the train home
Only among the poor do you find selfless generosity
I had a pencil, and a note block tried to collect my thought to find out what
I was thinking found out I was more educated than I expected, that is
What reading a thousand books do to you, alas I also knew my limitation
My difficulty in functioning in the world we live in.
...
271 reads
2 Comments
LiamReeduus
LiamReedus
LiamReedus
Poem Published
23rd May 2019 8:27pm
23rd May 2019 8:27pm
R.I.L. my brother. (Rory Cordell Reedus)
I just heard the news today
I think of the times we shared
Im not quiet sure right now what to say
Your heart was so big few could have compared.
One last time to hold your hand.
One more time to hug you close.
Lil brother confidant and friend.
I hate not knowing what i should say most
You were hard head and fought for what you believe
Yet still kind at heart to try and fix whatever it maybe.
Now im heading home to let you have eternal sleep.
Weve always said life will be what it will be
I dont want to let go but...
I think of the times we shared
Im not quiet sure right now what to say
Your heart was so big few could have compared.
One last time to hold your hand.
One more time to hug you close.
Lil brother confidant and friend.
I hate not knowing what i should say most
You were hard head and fought for what you believe
Yet still kind at heart to try and fix whatever it maybe.
Now im heading home to let you have eternal sleep.
Weve always said life will be what it will be
I dont want to let go but...
#brother
#childhood
#family #memories
#family #memories
34 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Non-Fiction Prose: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters
