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
558 reads
25 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
310 reads
12 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
17th Jun 2020 1:43pm
17th Jun 2020 1:43pm
After Hours
#sex
#erotic
#dirty
248 reads
12 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...
468 reads
16 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
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
7th May 2020 3:22am
7th May 2020 3:22am
The Libertine
What is a poem?
Let’s think about that for a while.
..
David,
So your legacy profile was taken down, or your cunt sister blocked me from it, after the last time I messaged you, the only time, since you passed. One final thread to you cut. It's fitting. I was disallowed from seeing you at the hospital during daylight visiting hours. A kind receptionist saw my face, heard my voice when I asked for you, and disregarded the notice. They let me sit with you after midnight. I stayed til around 2. The machine breathed for you. It was monstrous, it’s...
Let’s think about that for a while.
..
David,
So your legacy profile was taken down, or your cunt sister blocked me from it, after the last time I messaged you, the only time, since you passed. One final thread to you cut. It's fitting. I was disallowed from seeing you at the hospital during daylight visiting hours. A kind receptionist saw my face, heard my voice when I asked for you, and disregarded the notice. They let me sit with you after midnight. I stayed til around 2. The machine breathed for you. It was monstrous, it’s...
#BestFriend
#confessional
#memories
217 reads
34 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
213 reads
12 Comments
RiAN
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2020 10:14am
2nd Jul 2020 10:14am
a letter to Spectrums and Syndromes
We live in an age where social inclusion means everything
Football, hoodies, your families car, are of the utter most importance
I have had to learn to speak another language where "dope" means something other than it did in my youth and a GOAT isnt a four hooved equivalent of the devil but an actual expression.
He is a frail ivory etherial slender elve
Maths make him nervous though numbers not, The equivalence of decimal numbers is right there inside his questionaires though his teacher is square minded and therefore fales to see his eternal beauty. Seemingly...
Football, hoodies, your families car, are of the utter most importance
I have had to learn to speak another language where "dope" means something other than it did in my youth and a GOAT isnt a four hooved equivalent of the devil but an actual expression.
He is a frail ivory etherial slender elve
Maths make him nervous though numbers not, The equivalence of decimal numbers is right there inside his questionaires though his teacher is square minded and therefore fales to see his eternal beauty. Seemingly...
#MentalHealth
#son
#Autism
32 reads
0 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
6th Dec 2015 00:01am
6th Dec 2015 00:01am
CONSUMING LOVE
Dearest Love,
Our love affair, to me, is a great source of consolation. Whenever troubled, bored or desperate for companionship you are at my side offering unconditional comfort and diversion. The habits that we have developed are now an integral part of my daily routine. The evidence of our love is more and more apparent to myself and others as my stomach festoons more and more over my belt and it becomes increasingly harder to move. As enjoyable as it is to make love our interludes will, in the end, be the death of me. Although the idea of our relationship changing is, for me, a...
Our love affair, to me, is a great source of consolation. Whenever troubled, bored or desperate for companionship you are at my side offering unconditional comfort and diversion. The habits that we have developed are now an integral part of my daily routine. The evidence of our love is more and more apparent to myself and others as my stomach festoons more and more over my belt and it becomes increasingly harder to move. As enjoyable as it is to make love our interludes will, in the end, be the death of me. Although the idea of our relationship changing is, for me, a...
482 reads
4 Comments
Pimp2ThaFuture04
Poem Published
21st Jun 2020 5:42pm
21st Jun 2020 5:42pm
A Letter to My Dad
I don't have a lot of words to describe the the special Joy I feel when it comes to you my memories were cut short because you're no longer here with me
I have your eyes your smile your talent even your name
I am an Adult now trying to make in this dirty game
To tell you the truth Dad I'm hanging on by wing and a prayer
And I won't forget that you were the first to teach me how to be a player
I feel your presence sometimes when I am in the trenches
Surrounded by gangsters skizas weirdos and winches
I know it's you who is protecting me...
I have your eyes your smile your talent even your name
I am an Adult now trying to make in this dirty game
To tell you the truth Dad I'm hanging on by wing and a prayer
And I won't forget that you were the first to teach me how to be a player
I feel your presence sometimes when I am in the trenches
Surrounded by gangsters skizas weirdos and winches
I know it's you who is protecting me...
#love
#father
#memories
95 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
nikkimoe
Poem Published
8th Jan 2020 00:52am
8th Jan 2020 00:52am
Give Me A Pillow
Today I went to work and instead of
cleaning the house I meditated and
prayed with the family as their beloved
17 year old Golden Retriever layed on
the floor waiting to crossover, he is still
with us. Letting go is so unbelievably
hard. I couldn't clean. I couldnt do
anything worthwhile except cry.
I left emptied. I couldn't go home,
Maryanne needed me next. I went and
got her a pizza I gave her CBD and her
her night meds, I gave Sandy her sickly
cat his special food and his meds.
I then cleaned up possum poop and all ...
cleaning the house I meditated and
prayed with the family as their beloved
17 year old Golden Retriever layed on
the floor waiting to crossover, he is still
with us. Letting go is so unbelievably
hard. I couldn't clean. I couldnt do
anything worthwhile except cry.
I left emptied. I couldn't go home,
Maryanne needed me next. I went and
got her a pizza I gave her CBD and her
her night meds, I gave Sandy her sickly
cat his special food and his meds.
I then cleaned up possum poop and all ...
#LifeStruggles
#humankind
#sleep
128 reads
9 Comments
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