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
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
500 reads
25 Comments
CosiestPrism273
Poem Published
5th Feb 2020 7:50am
5th Feb 2020 7:50am
Who I am
I will ltell you my life and if you feel comfortable share yours. I had a cataplexy spell at age 4. From ages 5 to 9 was tested on. I was foundto have narcolepsy cataplexy and ADHD. I was actually the first person caught on video. My dad started abusing me physically at the age of 7. He abused me and my mother and I would try to protect her and my sister. I would make him beat me so they wouldn't get hurt. He was an alcoholic and gave me no love. Belts or thrown on the floor. He never gave me encouragement or appreciation. During a baseball game, I got out to end the game and he yelled at me....
#grief
#rejection
#abuse
#misunderstood
#ignorance
91 reads
14 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 11:21pm
21st Jan 2020 11:21pm
When to See the Light
If my books (comedy fiction, or biography, mostly) are not selling and contributing to bread on the table... when I could do a thousand other things....
How are my offspring going to value tools that demoralized them, directly or indirectly?
I already have a tiny mini novel in print. That thing may be the death of my career.
Which is problematic, because writing has been putting a smile on my face through some very hard days.
My family needs me and I need me. I thought we could take care of two things at once. As it is, my love of poetry and books...
How are my offspring going to value tools that demoralized them, directly or indirectly?
I already have a tiny mini novel in print. That thing may be the death of my career.
Which is problematic, because writing has been putting a smile on my face through some very hard days.
My family needs me and I need me. I thought we could take care of two things at once. As it is, my love of poetry and books...
#LifeStruggles
48 reads
12 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
9th Oct 2019 7:19pm
9th Oct 2019 7:19pm
Adrift
Unmoored
*
lost
*
scared
*
No anchor to steady my vessel
i feign everything
The rocking motion...
i’m sick
The only truth i own is
sadness
and
suspicion
Hoping a return to innocence-
Of what i once thought-
was
Never
Ever
To be again
Dark grey clouds close in-
Please, make the rocking stop! ...
*
lost
*
scared
*
No anchor to steady my vessel
i feign everything
The rocking motion...
i’m sick
The only truth i own is
sadness
and
suspicion
Hoping a return to innocence-
Of what i once thought-
was
Never
Ever
To be again
Dark grey clouds close in-
Please, make the rocking stop! ...
#heartbroken
208 reads
12 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
378 reads
18 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
178 reads
12 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
16th Feb 2020 1:58pm
16th Feb 2020 1:58pm
Friendship
Friends, spend time ruminating collectively and helping one another to broker solutions whilst lending oneself to another in times of need.
They understand the concept of deep listening, and they’re not pretentious by saying to another, we'll see how we go, when another wants to catch up.
They break bread together and enjoy one another’s company whilst channeling their energy into one another when they’re together.
They’re loyal, and never fake. They share secrets, and their bond strengthens over time.
Friends, don’t block you on a whim, and...
They understand the concept of deep listening, and they’re not pretentious by saying to another, we'll see how we go, when another wants to catch up.
They break bread together and enjoy one another’s company whilst channeling their energy into one another when they’re together.
They’re loyal, and never fake. They share secrets, and their bond strengthens over time.
Friends, don’t block you on a whim, and...
#love
#friendship
#respect
61 reads
4 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
111 reads
8 Comments
Whipped
Diz
Diz
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:04pm
Yesterday 6:04pm
Honestly
As i sat
I watched people's expressions
And noticed something odd
I saw indifference
I saw terror
I saw sadness
I saw fear
On others faces watching on whose smile gave me comfort in a room
I watched people's expressions
And noticed something odd
I saw indifference
I saw terror
I saw sadness
I saw fear
On others faces watching on whose smile gave me comfort in a room
#friendship
21 reads
3 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
17th Dec 2019 4:40am
17th Dec 2019 4:40am
After the Floods
( prose poetry )
A storm grows in the high desert, low to the sage with the windy gusts where grass & brush bends, and the air crackles with sparks, and lightning forks fracture like bony fingers across the threatening sky that light up the bird life taking shelter. Till at last the storm splits open, washing everything below aside with a deluge where the moaning of heavenly hosts let loose a warning where the season of fires months before had stripped the trees on the distant mountain rim down to bare twigs and naked earth with spikes where once were trunks of...
A storm grows in the high desert, low to the sage with the windy gusts where grass & brush bends, and the air crackles with sparks, and lightning forks fracture like bony fingers across the threatening sky that light up the bird life taking shelter. Till at last the storm splits open, washing everything below aside with a deluge where the moaning of heavenly hosts let loose a warning where the season of fires months before had stripped the trees on the distant mountain rim down to bare twigs and naked earth with spikes where once were trunks of...
#birds
#rain
#storm
#nature
#WritingPoetry
114 reads
5 Comments
socksscareme
Socks
Socks
Poem Published
30th Jan 2020 11:02pm
30th Jan 2020 11:02pm
To India With Love
(On West Bengal and Kali)
When I was 11 in a social studies class, I was assigned you to do a project on. I was so enraptured with all the colours, the vibrancy of life and imagination of beliefs that I never stopped to wonder what it all meant. I spent hours drawing your dieties in glowing pastels and sat and cried with unending optimism that the whole of the ever expanding universe could be as alive and filled with love as you. You were after all, the heart of the world.
I lost you somewhere shortly after, I was busy living life. Oh how I lived it, from one extreme to...
When I was 11 in a social studies class, I was assigned you to do a project on. I was so enraptured with all the colours, the vibrancy of life and imagination of beliefs that I never stopped to wonder what it all meant. I spent hours drawing your dieties in glowing pastels and sat and cried with unending optimism that the whole of the ever expanding universe could be as alive and filled with love as you. You were after all, the heart of the world.
I lost you somewhere shortly after, I was busy living life. Oh how I lived it, from one extreme to...
#love
#spiritual
#travel
61 reads
12 Comments
Josh
Poem Published
10th Jan 2020 9:00pm
10th Jan 2020 9:00pm
The Story of the Word "Alpha"
The word Alpha was probably introduced when Britannia was part of the Roman Empire (43-410 AD). Latin native speakers came over from the continent and added their words to the mix of Anglo-Saxon and Celtic languages.
Alpha was the first letter of the Latin alphabet. The Romans took it from the Greeks, who must have learned it from the Phoenicians (Greek name for Canaanites) while trading with them across the Mediterranean (Phoenicia/Canaan is roughly current-day Lebanon).
The Canaanites are credited with the invention of the ancestor of our current...
Alpha was the first letter of the Latin alphabet. The Romans took it from the Greeks, who must have learned it from the Phoenicians (Greek name for Canaanites) while trading with them across the Mediterranean (Phoenicia/Canaan is roughly current-day Lebanon).
The Canaanites are credited with the invention of the ancestor of our current...
#evolution
#PowerOfWords
107 reads
26 Comments
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