Non-Fiction Prose by Top Critiquers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
Poems written by Top Critiquers
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
87 reads
2 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
18th Feb 2019 00:15am
18th Feb 2019 00:15am
Anal Cabal
Prince Nala lie back
on an abaca hammock
enjoying fresh bacca
and masala under a gossamer
cabana aside the Ganges River—
natural light seeping
through its beautiful weave—
acacia-branched shadows
moving as smoke atop the fabric.
As servants tended blains
upon the soles of his feet,
he supped while contemplating
penning an alcaic verse
for his Princess Damayanti
( having been chosen
as her wedded husband
so many years ago...
on an abaca hammock
enjoying fresh bacca
and masala under a gossamer
cabana aside the Ganges River—
natural light seeping
through its beautiful weave—
acacia-branched shadows
moving as smoke atop the fabric.
As servants tended blains
upon the soles of his feet,
he supped while contemplating
penning an alcaic verse
for his Princess Damayanti
( having been chosen
as her wedded husband
so many years ago...
#love
#alcohol
#historical
#philosophical
#morality
340 reads
23 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
3rd May 2019 1:23pm
3rd May 2019 1:23pm
RIP Barbarous Montague Smithe
I have a barista friend coming around today. That sounds so hipster twatish, and it is. It so is. But, the thing is, I tried to make a coffee this morning and the coffee machine began to shout at me in its mechanically disparaging way,
"You're doing the wrong thing, do another thing, just not that thing!"
It bellowed out in that long, drawn out, monotonous drone.
"Whaaaaat? What are you trying to say coffee machine?"
Silence.
I press the button that makes him shut up. Then, in a moment of bravery I decide now is the time for a second...
"You're doing the wrong thing, do another thing, just not that thing!"
It bellowed out in that long, drawn out, monotonous drone.
"Whaaaaat? What are you trying to say coffee machine?"
Silence.
I press the button that makes him shut up. Then, in a moment of bravery I decide now is the time for a second...
#death
#coffee
37 reads
8 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
16th Mar 2019 11:47pm
16th Mar 2019 11:47pm
Scuttles
. . strolling through a concrete jungle
of no particular latitude or longitude
kicking empty cans that should have
been recycled a long long time ago
I guess
It was inevitable
I stumbled.
Falling into somebody’s worn out
Sandbox, I came across several
rusted out buckets.
These buckets were filled with dreams.
Left behind in haste
to escape
a decline of suburban rote living ----
would be my first thoughts. . .
impressions.
Why do we leave our dreams
Behind?
Is it because we are...
of no particular latitude or longitude
kicking empty cans that should have
been recycled a long long time ago
I guess
It was inevitable
I stumbled.
Falling into somebody’s worn out
Sandbox, I came across several
rusted out buckets.
These buckets were filled with dreams.
Left behind in haste
to escape
a decline of suburban rote living ----
would be my first thoughts. . .
impressions.
Why do we leave our dreams
Behind?
Is it because we are...
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
83 reads
12 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
21st Nov 2018 5:14am
21st Nov 2018 5:14am
The Ladies Room
#sex
#BDSM
#lover
#dirty
#bisexual
306 reads
17 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:57am
Yesterday 5:57am
Lunchbox Ponderings
I wonder if we'll find ourselves in the slow dance of love as we shift towards orchestrating and choreographing our own brand whilst navigating our way through negotiating the perimeters in which our bond will be built upon for it is foolish to make the same mistake again when neither of us spoke up about those things, once upon a time as we both played with fire & ice, melting into one another for a brief moment in time.
I’m capable of discerning that we’ll need to consider how this actually unfolds, and how strategic we'll have to be to deter us from facing a severance, and...
I’m capable of discerning that we’ll need to consider how this actually unfolds, and how strategic we'll have to be to deter us from facing a severance, and...
#love
#identity
#dreams
32 reads
4 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
4th Apr 2019 3:52am
4th Apr 2019 3:52am
Hello :)
Communication is challenging. There is an automatic amount of projection of prior experience bias and disposition onto everything in our environment. It was wisely said, "People meet us where they are, not where we are."
Anthropomorphization is common and easily recognizable as we lie together on the grass and describe the shapes in the clouds. I see a dog with floppy ears blown in the wind, one flung upward and away, one flat against his chin, one rear leg raised, perhaps an instant before micturation. You see Artemis drawing her bow defiantly to loose a quarrel against the...
Anthropomorphization is common and easily recognizable as we lie together on the grass and describe the shapes in the clouds. I see a dog with floppy ears blown in the wind, one flung upward and away, one flat against his chin, one rear leg raised, perhaps an instant before micturation. You see Artemis drawing her bow defiantly to loose a quarrel against the...
#kindness
#honesty
#dialogue
168 reads
18 Comments
snugglebuck
Poem Published
30th Mar 2017 6:01am
30th Mar 2017 6:01am
The Sexual Assualt of Snugglebuck
289 reads
1 Comment
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
166 reads
17 Comments
Ragnar
Poem Published
16th Mar 2019 1:11pm
16th Mar 2019 1:11pm
Chasm
There is a sadistically vicious pain pounding in my chest.
An ache that hurts so much, it is to the point that I cannot swallow.
Why won’t you listen?
Why are you choosing to go down this road?
Why do I care so much that your naive and blind choices are becoming my pain?
Why do you care so little to watch me stifle my rage to the point of suffering, so that I do not day or do something I will later regret, while you selfishly do so much that someday, you will regret.
How do you not see that what you are doing is driving a wedge the size of the Grand Canyon...
An ache that hurts so much, it is to the point that I cannot swallow.
Why won’t you listen?
Why are you choosing to go down this road?
Why do I care so much that your naive and blind choices are becoming my pain?
Why do you care so little to watch me stifle my rage to the point of suffering, so that I do not day or do something I will later regret, while you selfishly do so much that someday, you will regret.
How do you not see that what you are doing is driving a wedge the size of the Grand Canyon...
#relationships
#conflict
#confusion #hurt
#confusion #hurt
104 reads
16 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...
358 reads
16 Comments
AEMelia564
Y
Y
Poem Published
24th Apr 2019 10:16am
24th Apr 2019 10:16am
Ballroom Wind
Waltzes plum tree blossoms
Gently gesturing outside my window
A place light seeps
Hallow
Beyond moon's eyelashes
Gently gesturing outside my window
A place light seeps
Hallow
Beyond moon's eyelashes
#universe
#night
#freedom
50 reads
10 Comments
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