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.
magichearts
Poem Published
5th Jul 2020 9:18am
5th Jul 2020 9:18am
I am not going to hurt anybody
I just taking time to learn some hard lessons of life. I am grateful that life exists and I am greatful for the existing differences as well. It is beautiful sometimes to live with illusion, delusion, lie and feel pride, joyous, enchanted and it is beautiful sometimes to live with truth and tears. Life has it's own ways. Sometimes it mix unexpected flavours and surprise us with a different taste. And I find myself in both these situations often. I love life not because I am a masochist or sadistic but because of the hard earned truth that comes at the cost of tears
#strength
#gratitude
41 reads
4 Comments
again
Poem Published
29th Dec 2013 7:54pm
29th Dec 2013 7:54pm
a flower reborn
A newer flower
a creativity no doubt
as one emerges
from the follies of darkness
we clamor most
to be reborn to relive...
our inner cluttering
thrown away into the darkened clouds
so that life once again shows
the pathway,
into newer galaxies of pleasantry’s
a creativity no doubt
as one emerges
from the follies of darkness
we clamor most
to be reborn to relive...
our inner cluttering
thrown away into the darkened clouds
so that life once again shows
the pathway,
into newer galaxies of pleasantry’s
457 reads
10 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
21st Nov 2018 5:14am
21st Nov 2018 5:14am
The Ladies Room
#sex
#BDSM
#lover
#dirty
#bisexual
475 reads
17 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 3:56pm
4th Jul 2020 3:56pm
To My Daughter, How I Met Your Mother
It all started about 14 years before i met your mother 30 years ago. i was about 20 years had just fallen truly madly deeply in love with the wonderful Jacqui in Teignmouth, Devon. I was young,and still ferrel! i think we lasted about a year, within a few months, i'd been in an 70mph car accident, the driver hadn't mentioned it wasn't his car, and i ended up with 200 hours of community service, the probation service gave me 2 options, one was laying railway sleepers down on a cliff footpath in Dawlish, the other was to work in a childrens home, which i did, i ended up staying on as a...
#love
#identity
#LifeChangingMoment
#transgender
#daughter
21 reads
0 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
6th May 2020 10:25am
6th May 2020 10:25am
Breathe
It was the sound of the early morning crashing of the waves
that stayed with me
from our two week stay at
my mother's friend's beach house.
It flushed out the ugly reason we were
there in the first place.
I was fourteen years old then, at a time in my life when I should have needed my father. I refused to allow myself to feel it.
Still I loved the ocean long before
the beginning of the divorce that
was pending between my parents.
Who could've known it was just the first
of many times they would...
that stayed with me
from our two week stay at
my mother's friend's beach house.
It flushed out the ugly reason we were
there in the first place.
I was fourteen years old then, at a time in my life when I should have needed my father. I refused to allow myself to feel it.
Still I loved the ocean long before
the beginning of the divorce that
was pending between my parents.
Who could've known it was just the first
of many times they would...
#hope
#breakup
#conflict
#freedom
#separation
106 reads
17 Comments
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...
469 reads
16 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
9th Oct 2018 5:23pm
9th Oct 2018 5:23pm
The Adventures of Hoppity Hop (The Final Adventure)
3:00 am I wake to you passed out
in the corner where you slept
changing your food and water
I noticed there was no movement
your chest wasn’t moving
some see their animals as pets
to me you were my son
can’t have kids of my own
so when I held you for the first time
it made me smile
and everyday after
I was always happy to see you
you were hopping with joy
waiting for me to pet you
no one else could hold you
you never gave me any trouble
I feel bad, I could of done more
let you out on the...
in the corner where you slept
changing your food and water
I noticed there was no movement
your chest wasn’t moving
some see their animals as pets
to me you were my son
can’t have kids of my own
so when I held you for the first time
it made me smile
and everyday after
I was always happy to see you
you were hopping with joy
waiting for me to pet you
no one else could hold you
you never gave me any trouble
I feel bad, I could of done more
let you out on the...
#love
#death
#animals
337 reads
5 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
213 reads
11 Comments
Tracey_Leigh
Poem Published
13th Aug 2017 3:47pm
13th Aug 2017 3:47pm
Anticipation~
My life has been on hold for years. After my divorce then falling in love with someone who claimed to be available and wasn't in so many ways I was actually in prison. Even after the divorce we lived together for 4 years while I attempted to save my family home. But the financial world doesn't like self employed people.
So my losses were stacking up. 30 years of marriage gone and a divorce thinking I was going to be with the love of my life...which was the biggest lie of my life. My family home sold to investors that will rent it out for profit. During all of this I lost my...
So my losses were stacking up. 30 years of marriage gone and a divorce thinking I was going to be with the love of my life...which was the biggest lie of my life. My family home sold to investors that will rent it out for profit. During all of this I lost my...
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
19th Jan 2020 5:49am
19th Jan 2020 5:49am
Camp Counselor Crush
Camp Counselor Crush
When I lived in New Orleans with my family as a child, I went to summer camp at the Jewish Community Center on St Charles Ave. One day they had a special program. They had a pretend plane trip over Europe using a slide show. We all sat around a large room in chairs, looking at slides of the Parthenon, the Eiffel Tower, London Bridge, etc and teenage girls walked around in stewardess outfits serving us pastries and grape juice. I felt really high from all the attention. It felt like a window had opened through which I could glimpse my future.
...
When I lived in New Orleans with my family as a child, I went to summer camp at the Jewish Community Center on St Charles Ave. One day they had a special program. They had a pretend plane trip over Europe using a slide show. We all sat around a large room in chairs, looking at slides of the Parthenon, the Eiffel Tower, London Bridge, etc and teenage girls walked around in stewardess outfits serving us pastries and grape juice. I felt really high from all the attention. It felt like a window had opened through which I could glimpse my future.
...
#jealousy
#marriage
#childhood #crush
#childhood #crush
84 reads
5 Comments
Pimp2ThaFuture04
Poem Published
14th Jul 2020 11:26am
14th Jul 2020 11:26am
A Wing & A Prayer
Dear Diary,
You are the only possession
that holds value to me
I've written monologues,
rhymes and a lot of poetry
At times I get looked over
,and ignored on the outside
I guess if my haters never
existed I wouldn't have anyone
to outshine, God bless them
Two times,they know not
What they do
my pencil is spoon
my pad is plate of food
these are my only tools
to help me make moves,
so I take myself to school
Self-education is cool
When I meditate I see proof
and feel bliss...
You are the only possession
that holds value to me
I've written monologues,
rhymes and a lot of poetry
At times I get looked over
,and ignored on the outside
I guess if my haters never
existed I wouldn't have anyone
to outshine, God bless them
Two times,they know not
What they do
my pencil is spoon
my pad is plate of food
these are my only tools
to help me make moves,
so I take myself to school
Self-education is cool
When I meditate I see proof
and feel bliss...
#strength
#forgiveness
#redemption
50 reads
9 Comments
A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
20th Nov 2018 5:56pm
20th Nov 2018 5:56pm
Nothing To Say
Happy face made from chalk.
Red wine made from grapes.
Thank God I was with her.
I sat there as she lost her mind, nearly killed us both.
This car will move quicker if you keep yelling.
I have nothing to say to you, or anyone for that matter.
They think it's easy to forget.
YOU DON'T KNOW HOW I FELT!
I understand you better.
Red wine made from grapes.
Thank God I was with her.
I sat there as she lost her mind, nearly killed us both.
This car will move quicker if you keep yelling.
I have nothing to say to you, or anyone for that matter.
They think it's easy to forget.
YOU DON'T KNOW HOW I FELT!
I understand you better.
#heartbroken
#emotional
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1 Comment
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