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
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
18th Jan 2021 7:32pm
18th Jan 2021 7:32pm
epiphanies, clarity, aging and a sort of gained wisdom
Today, I am no longer.
I am no longer going to need what I know isn't needed in return
Unrequited will no longer be a madness affected
I am no longer going to worry about being too old,
an out of my hands concern, so freeing, that now I can just bask in the solace of an universal truth, that youth will always intoxicate, yet it's wisdom from experience that truly matters in the end.
I am no longer going to procrastinate,
doing in the moment what needs fucking done-
Period.
I am no longer going to allow petty outside forces and their voices...
I am no longer going to need what I know isn't needed in return
Unrequited will no longer be a madness affected
I am no longer going to worry about being too old,
an out of my hands concern, so freeing, that now I can just bask in the solace of an universal truth, that youth will always intoxicate, yet it's wisdom from experience that truly matters in the end.
I am no longer going to procrastinate,
doing in the moment what needs fucking done-
Period.
I am no longer going to allow petty outside forces and their voices...
#hope
#dark
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
242 reads
36 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...
650 reads
16 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
5th Jan 2021 10:45pm
5th Jan 2021 10:45pm
Novellas
For some, novellas can be as short as a couple of thousand words, though they usually are between 17,000 and 30,000 words. So considering that my short stories rarely exceeded that I hava a long way to go if I want to get there. But publishing books of poetry or novellas or short stories or novel can be a snake pit and money pit as well which can cost you thousands of dollars even without promise of getting published what with all the hands of different people it has to go though first. The oher option is self publishing and distribution. Years a go a guy did just that: slef...
#MyInspiration
111 reads
1 Comment
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 4:40am
14th Apr 2021 4:40am
BETTER NOT POUT
#lust
#lover
#vanity
#dirty
#passion
338 reads
8 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
18th Nov 2020 7:50am
18th Nov 2020 7:50am
Dear Diary,
I’m a grown woman with the mental age of a twelve year old tween.
I’ve started reading and writing poetry. Dont ask. I don’t know why? Kind of wish I was better at it. There are a shit ton of people on here who know what they’re doing. I’m not one of them.
I ate my weight in cookies today because I was mad. Super mature decision. I’m sure I’ll throw them up later.
I’m working over time to present the world a nice version of me. Epic. Fail. I want a drink and I wish I smoked. But that’s dumb I’d just end up with a headache and stinky breath....
I’ve started reading and writing poetry. Dont ask. I don’t know why? Kind of wish I was better at it. There are a shit ton of people on here who know what they’re doing. I’m not one of them.
I ate my weight in cookies today because I was mad. Super mature decision. I’m sure I’ll throw them up later.
I’m working over time to present the world a nice version of me. Epic. Fail. I want a drink and I wish I smoked. But that’s dumb I’d just end up with a headache and stinky breath....
#confessional
#honesty
#bittersweet
356 reads
47 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2021 8:04pm
22nd Aug 2021 8:04pm
The Sweet Mrs. Rodgers reviles her story Chapter 6
#LifeChangingMoment
100 reads
5 Comments
Relic-54
Poem Published
16th Nov 2021 5:59pm
16th Nov 2021 5:59pm
10 DUP suggestions
1 If you can, thank someone for taking the time to read and comment on your poem.
If not, go to hell.
2 If you're a male writing as a female, let people know. If not, they may not trust you anymore when they find out. If you decide to keep it a secret, go straight to hell.
3 Be honest in your comments. If something confuses you it shouldn't be an offence to ask the writer politely about it in your comment.
4 DO NOT TROLL ANYONE, PUTTS. If you do, go straight to the halls of hell!
5 Express yourself the best you can. Learn what metaphors...
If not, go to hell.
2 If you're a male writing as a female, let people know. If not, they may not trust you anymore when they find out. If you decide to keep it a secret, go straight to hell.
3 Be honest in your comments. If something confuses you it shouldn't be an offence to ask the writer politely about it in your comment.
4 DO NOT TROLL ANYONE, PUTTS. If you do, go straight to the halls of hell!
5 Express yourself the best you can. Learn what metaphors...
#LifeAsAWriter
82 reads
10 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
8th Sep 2021 00:07am
8th Sep 2021 00:07am
My Vacation
She wanted me in Clearwater, fact is she kinda commanded me
Spend a few days getting reacquainted, then over to Tampa is what she demanded me
I took my time driving down, reminiscing of past times
It was just as she said, "you were always on my mind"
Totally lost in thought, GPS says, "you've arrived at your destination"
This motherfucking GPS has no idea of what is the ultimate destination
Hugs and kisses were exchanged, as lies were told
"It seems you haven't changed a bit," "when will you get old"
The first night was so right that...
Spend a few days getting reacquainted, then over to Tampa is what she demanded me
I took my time driving down, reminiscing of past times
It was just as she said, "you were always on my mind"
Totally lost in thought, GPS says, "you've arrived at your destination"
This motherfucking GPS has no idea of what is the ultimate destination
Hugs and kisses were exchanged, as lies were told
"It seems you haven't changed a bit," "when will you get old"
The first night was so right that...
#sex
#friendship
#travel #support
#travel #support
70 reads
2 Comments
Keilani
Poem Published
24th Jul 2021 4:18am
24th Jul 2021 4:18am
Free
We sleepwalk through this life
until
the day arrives when the soul
awakens
to the higher truths that all along
It sought
that it may fly free
until
the day arrives when the soul
awakens
to the higher truths that all along
It sought
that it may fly free
#wisdom
127 reads
6 Comments
Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
21st Jun 2020 3:18am
21st Jun 2020 3:18am
Father's Day
Today is Father's Day in my country. I woke up thinking of the relationships I went through in my life and realised that none of them made good dads in the end.
They betrayed their spouses and abandoned their children.
Then I thought about my own father. He stayed with my mother until he died, but he was unfaithful while they were together. He had multiple short affairs with women, some of whom we knew.
He was also abusive to us, most of all me, being the introverted not so girly girl he fathered.
On this day when I try to think of any good or memorable things we had with...
They betrayed their spouses and abandoned their children.
Then I thought about my own father. He stayed with my mother until he died, but he was unfaithful while they were together. He had multiple short affairs with women, some of whom we knew.
He was also abusive to us, most of all me, being the introverted not so girly girl he fathered.
On this day when I try to think of any good or memorable things we had with...
#grief
#father
#forgiveness
#childhood
#TimeHeals
309 reads
11 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
768 reads
25 Comments
Particles_Of_HerII
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2021 8:17am
2nd Dec 2021 8:17am
In other words: Her words
.. .Dangling on hinges of fate… .
We take notes of time by giving it power and a voice,
we’re nothing more than conduits seeking to illuminate,
because so many tear-away at the "damned" love word,
oft. This is the ambience which torments and pillages
me to mere life, .. ..henna’ed me sees it as grotesquely
beautiful in all its rawness.
∂x - Surely:
I’ve loved a time or two granted they’ve their own sacred
catacombs in the chambers of my heart perhaps, they
had no masterful plans for me …& that is quite...
We take notes of time by giving it power and a voice,
we’re nothing more than conduits seeking to illuminate,
because so many tear-away at the "damned" love word,
oft. This is the ambience which torments and pillages
me to mere life, .. ..henna’ed me sees it as grotesquely
beautiful in all its rawness.
∂x - Surely:
I’ve loved a time or two granted they’ve their own sacred
catacombs in the chambers of my heart perhaps, they
had no masterful plans for me …& that is quite...
#love
#memories
#admiration
#respect
#responsibility
50 reads
DU Poetry : Non-Fiction Prose by Top Critiquers: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters
