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.
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
25th Sep 2018 11:23pm
25th Sep 2018 11:23pm
Letters To A Young Poet IV
September 21, 2018
Jade Pandora
San Fernando, California
Dear Geoffrey,
With your latest letter received, nestled next to my trusty field journal in my leather shoulder tote which sits in its own chair next to mine, I write this letter in the San Fernando Public Library on a Friday’s beautiful late morning. It’s near where I just came from, the Mission San Fernando Rey de España, in the Mission Hills district of Los Angeles. Where I went to pay my respects at the grave sites of my...
Jade Pandora
San Fernando, California
Dear Geoffrey,
With your latest letter received, nestled next to my trusty field journal in my leather shoulder tote which sits in its own chair next to mine, I write this letter in the San Fernando Public Library on a Friday’s beautiful late morning. It’s near where I just came from, the Mission San Fernando Rey de España, in the Mission Hills district of Los Angeles. Where I went to pay my respects at the grave sites of my...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#RainerMariaRilke
108 reads
4 Comments
ElusiveSleepfall
MatthewZ
MatthewZ
Poem Published
17th Dec 2018 7:36pm
17th Dec 2018 7:36pm
My Thrown Up Christmas List.
I know what you're thinking Kids, why is this goof writing another silly post when no one enjoys them? Hey! Well, you can blame this one on Velvet, because she actually admitted she liked one of my silly rantings. So, yell at Velvet(but don't tell her I told you to yell at her, just do it, and pretend it has nothing to do with me. Kidding Velvet, you're awesome!).
Anywayst, I've figured out, from a comment, or two, that some people don't enjoy me, or take me seriously, because I kid around a little, or am a little self-deprecating, but I think sometimes you have to be. I mean,...
Anywayst, I've figured out, from a comment, or two, that some people don't enjoy me, or take me seriously, because I kid around a little, or am a little self-deprecating, but I think sometimes you have to be. I mean,...
#animals
#nature
#Christmas
#FallingInLove
#unicorns
84 reads
21 Comments
Fallen_Angel_194
FlowerChild
FlowerChild
Poem Published
6th Jul 2015 5:08am
6th Jul 2015 5:08am
To Mom.
Mom I've got something to tell you,
You remember How We Talked About Boys?
Well I like Boys and Girls,
I know you May hate me,
I know It's "Frowned Upon.",
But This is me,
I fell for a Girl, The Most Beautiful Women in the World,
She has an Infectious Laugh, Big Doe Brown Eyes,
And a Fake Smile,
She has Scars on her Arms, and Thighs,
And I'll be her Saviour Tonight,
I know I won't ever have her,
But She'll always be my Best Friend,
Black and Red hair, a Bubbly Personality,
I fell in love with a boy,
But She'll always be in my heart.
You remember How We Talked About Boys?
Well I like Boys and Girls,
I know you May hate me,
I know It's "Frowned Upon.",
But This is me,
I fell for a Girl, The Most Beautiful Women in the World,
She has an Infectious Laugh, Big Doe Brown Eyes,
And a Fake Smile,
She has Scars on her Arms, and Thighs,
And I'll be her Saviour Tonight,
I know I won't ever have her,
But She'll always be my Best Friend,
Black and Red hair, a Bubbly Personality,
I fell in love with a boy,
But She'll always be in my heart.
472 reads
7 Comments
AEMelia564
Y
Y
Poem Published
30th Dec 2018 6:47pm
30th Dec 2018 6:47pm
Calligraphic journey
الحب النقي
From a sapphire is born this day to awaken voids of thirst
Our hands grew roses. I blossomed from your lips which spoke to me.
Chisseled chasms drew ink from your reservoirs
An epistle opened
Only then I embraced this burden in my chest
which grew entwined by the stainless hands of Leonardo
And letters of Note became letters of love
Christening Mona Lisa epitaphs
nfr
I dreamt of our Last Supper, a dream which floats around an oval white...
From a sapphire is born this day to awaken voids of thirst
Our hands grew roses. I blossomed from your lips which spoke to me.
Chisseled chasms drew ink from your reservoirs
An epistle opened
Only then I embraced this burden in my chest
which grew entwined by the stainless hands of Leonardo
And letters of Note became letters of love
Christening Mona Lisa epitaphs
nfr
I dreamt of our Last Supper, a dream which floats around an oval white...
#courage
#freedom
#art #passion
#art #passion
80 reads
14 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
#RainerMariaRilke
307 reads
10 Comments
TheMuses22
Muse22
Muse22
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2016 10:25pm
3rd Jan 2016 10:25pm
Tarnished Star
Sometimes when I stare at the empty, I realize the emptiness is you.
I imagine you at desolate bars on Thursday nights, staring into the
bottom of the glass, reflecting on everything you have consumed.
You used to swallow fire to impress me. You would raise your glass to me,
drinking down fire and liquor. It scared me to death. There is no fire ...
I imagine you at desolate bars on Thursday nights, staring into the
bottom of the glass, reflecting on everything you have consumed.
You used to swallow fire to impress me. You would raise your glass to me,
drinking down fire and liquor. It scared me to death. There is no fire ...
#heartbroken
#breakup
#confessional
360 reads
4 Comments
Amorous_tryst
Poem Published
24th Oct 2018 8:59pm
24th Oct 2018 8:59pm
email to a long lost relative
What follows is a true story, sent to a fellow DU member awhile back. One I had not planned to use here, until I read SatInUGal's poem "Dear Black Girl".
Dear xxxxxx
What follows is the story I promised, one I believe changed my life. It was long in the making, so, as not to bore, I offer this abridged addition.
I was born in the Mideast US of loving parents and grew up in a typical family setting, without the strife many experience. However, my parents, being raised in an earlier era and though not racist, did hold to the belief of equal yet...
Dear xxxxxx
What follows is the story I promised, one I believe changed my life. It was long in the making, so, as not to bore, I offer this abridged addition.
I was born in the Mideast US of loving parents and grew up in a typical family setting, without the strife many experience. However, my parents, being raised in an earlier era and though not racist, did hold to the belief of equal yet...
#LifeChangingMoment
150 reads
14 Comments
snugglebuck
Poem Published
30th Mar 2017 6:01am
30th Mar 2017 6:01am
The Sexual Assualt of Snugglebuck
257 reads
1 Comment
ImperfectedStone
P M Banks
P M Banks
Poem Published
30th Nov 2014 2:58pm
30th Nov 2014 2:58pm
How not to speak to others.
It's been a while since I've written anything of any particular worth. Last night, sat at a table, with four peers, I felt passionate again. I'd been asked how the house was coming along so I showed a few pictures I fancied in various rooms. I displayed a picture, from Southend 1941, of a mother with her daughter in a wheelbarrow both in gas masks. I suppose it was unwise though I've never been known to tred lightly where I should. In the dining room, I explained, I wanted to dedicate a wall to the causes and effects of war. They laughed, said from my western home I was trying to make myself...
439 reads
2 Comments
Lookawaynow
Rose
Rose
Poem Published
15th Aug 2016 3:30pm
15th Aug 2016 3:30pm
Once I was Seven Years Old
Nine years left
just a boy young man
gone living life too fast like you knew no better
Snuffed out like the burning herb taken
gone away swimming on alcohol excess
And I shouldn't give momentary thoughts
because I don't even have a date to share
They don't go talking about it anymore in
my company
breezing over the memory but that's crass
the mind don't work so much like that
they do
I just don't hear so good anymore
She'd swap places today this minute,
that hurts more than you being gone ...
311 reads
SoulzGirl69
Poem Published
15th Jan 2019 9:21pm
15th Jan 2019 9:21pm
Kindness and paper flowers
I often wondered
How I would ever
Burn all your
Love letters
Written long before
Of your love for me
Our hopes our
...dreams
Long before
You had bought
Your dream car
You so loved the thrill
Long before
It left you broken
And your dream
Was a metal heap of regret
Long before
You didn't say
Goodbye
Long before I placed flowers
So I sat and paid
A little kindness to your
Written love letters
Now...
How I would ever
Burn all your
Love letters
Written long before
Of your love for me
Our hopes our
...dreams
Long before
You had bought
Your dream car
You so loved the thrill
Long before
It left you broken
And your dream
Was a metal heap of regret
Long before
You didn't say
Goodbye
Long before I placed flowers
So I sat and paid
A little kindness to your
Written love letters
Now...
#strength
#TimeHeals
50 reads
8 Comments
brokentitanium
Poem Published
14th Jan 2019 3:52pm
14th Jan 2019 3:52pm
Walking Thoughts
As the pastel winter morning develops into a brilliant blue day, I walk the path around the field across from my house. Such a sea of sparkles; it’s like treading on galaxies. The wind-blown edge of a patch of polished ice reveals individual crystalline structures, and I realize my every step is crushing a thousand unique works of art.
Flocks of sparrows have gathered to pluck seeds from places where the path is exposed. My boots stamp out their tiny prints - evidence of an earlier party. Further on, my presence disturbs their current meeting. They disperse in a flurry, quietly...
Flocks of sparrows have gathered to pluck seeds from places where the path is exposed. My boots stamp out their tiny prints - evidence of an earlier party. Further on, my presence disturbs their current meeting. They disperse in a flurry, quietly...
#winter
#nature
#spiritual
26 reads
5 Comments
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