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
190 reads
36 Comments
SLYMBEKQUEEN
Poem Published
7th May 2021 6:00pm
7th May 2021 6:00pm
TO MY POET
#happiness
#courage
#gratitude
#admiration
#respect
72 reads
7 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...
601 reads
16 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
273 reads
47 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 4:40am
14th Apr 2021 4:40am
BETTER NOT POUT
#lust
#lover
#vanity
#dirty
#passion
211 reads
8 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
691 reads
25 Comments
Chords_of_red
Gayle
Gayle
Poem Published
10th Jun 2021 6:23pm
10th Jun 2021 6:23pm
Personal Ad
One day I was reading a newspaper,
when I came across the personal section. One ad said:
"Single white male seeks single white female...must love fishing and have a boat. Please send picture of the boat"
when I came across the personal section. One ad said:
"Single white male seeks single white female...must love fishing and have a boat. Please send picture of the boat"
#funny
#nonfiction
35 reads
10 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
1st Apr 2021 4:34pm
1st Apr 2021 4:34pm
Dark Grows Deeper
The dark grows deeper. Resembling black tea under the shadows of negativity. The water is stained life. Decaying with a bitter harvest. Standing on the brink of mortality. I don't have wings, listening to preachers cry. Drowning in life's symphony. Just add water and drink. Storing the rest in fatal black with faded-out taboos.
#loneliness
#despair
#emptiness #philosophical
#emptiness #philosophical
107 reads
2 Comments
Bon_Mot
Poem Published
18th Jun 2021 11:51pm
18th Jun 2021 11:51pm
A Cynic's Advice On Love.
If you must fall in love, try to avoid any emotional involvement.
Love’s like a litter box; looks fine on the surface, but lots of shit beneath.
Love teaches pain; too many become avid learners.
The amount of love expended is proportional to the vulnerability accrued.
Love takes a psychic toll; please have exact change ready.
The more you wager on love, the more you stand to lose.
Love is a 4 letter word.
If you don’t love yourself, don’t expect to be loved by anyone else.
Confuse “lust” with “love” and you will be f**ked twice.
Never underestimate...
Love’s like a litter box; looks fine on the surface, but lots of shit beneath.
Love teaches pain; too many become avid learners.
The amount of love expended is proportional to the vulnerability accrued.
Love takes a psychic toll; please have exact change ready.
The more you wager on love, the more you stand to lose.
Love is a 4 letter word.
If you don’t love yourself, don’t expect to be loved by anyone else.
Confuse “lust” with “love” and you will be f**ked twice.
Never underestimate...
#love
#lover
#wisdom
17 reads
3 Comments
RiAN
Poem Published
13th Jun 2021 11:14am
13th Jun 2021 11:14am
Transcript of the veiled
Trembling train tracks as I glance into the hay hazed fields where horticulture and agriculture meet face to face . In land sliding longitude of gravitating greens where jade and mauve flicker. Into the shimmering light of passing venues
Michelstadt
A place where roman ruins meet a fairytale path when giantess trees seek solace in dawns embrace. Where clouded amber rests on velvet hills. There where the old castle ruins circle around the center. Each romanticism hermetic tale from tongue tied twisted frankincense. Frankensteins castle sleeps in bedazzled hills...
Michelstadt
A place where roman ruins meet a fairytale path when giantess trees seek solace in dawns embrace. Where clouded amber rests on velvet hills. There where the old castle ruins circle around the center. Each romanticism hermetic tale from tongue tied twisted frankincense. Frankensteins castle sleeps in bedazzled hills...
#spiritual
#LifeAsAWriter
#uplifting #philosophical
#uplifting #philosophical
28 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
20th Mar 2021 11:13pm
20th Mar 2021 11:13pm
Coffee Shop Buddha
Coffee Shop Buddha
As an older man among a younger crowd, I wonder what the students think of me. Probably they assume me to be a hobo in my frayed jacket and unshaven face. Then again they might be right on target that I am an alumnus from this academic castle who is there to relive his younger years. If they are very perceptive they might notice my eyes wandering across the feminine field of vision to take in the cornucopia of lovelies that populate the coffee shop realm.
But maybe the barista girls are sympathetic to my singular plight and are receptive to...
As an older man among a younger crowd, I wonder what the students think of me. Probably they assume me to be a hobo in my frayed jacket and unshaven face. Then again they might be right on target that I am an alumnus from this academic castle who is there to relive his younger years. If they are very perceptive they might notice my eyes wandering across the feminine field of vision to take in the cornucopia of lovelies that populate the coffee shop realm.
But maybe the barista girls are sympathetic to my singular plight and are receptive to...
#women
#romantic
#coffee #aging
#coffee #aging
74 reads
2 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
30th May 2021 10:30pm
30th May 2021 10:30pm
Unfolding a Letter
Even when the lights are up I can see you all asleep..
Because of the moon, the stars, light with dark rays shining through the night..
For all my deeds I miss you all choose to seal your lips..
You who intrapersonal criticizes me,
Who chewed me up indoors..
Still yet choose to spit me out and buried me in the moors..
Now, I read an unfold letter written..
A letter for those of you out there who choose to seal your lips..
Because of the moon, the stars, light with dark rays shining through the night.. ...
Because of the moon, the stars, light with dark rays shining through the night..
For all my deeds I miss you all choose to seal your lips..
You who intrapersonal criticizes me,
Who chewed me up indoors..
Still yet choose to spit me out and buried me in the moors..
Now, I read an unfold letter written..
A letter for those of you out there who choose to seal your lips..
Because of the moon, the stars, light with dark rays shining through the night.. ...
#strength
#courage
#redemption
25 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Non-Fiction Prose by Top Critiquers: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters
