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
27th Dec 2021 00:56am
27th Dec 2021 00:56am
little black velvet bag
After this, there's really nothing left"...
She says, almost absentmindedly,
(have no doubt, this was mostly playing martyr)
while pulling out a tiny
black velvet bag.
I quickly catch the
simultaneous swallowing
of the huge lump in her throat.
(Proof, that was more telling than she'd like)
She started her opening by saying
she'd gifted my oldest sister
some old piece of her jewelry, as well
perhaps a ring
or earrings
or a necklace
I really couldn't tell you
since I was barely listening. ...
She says, almost absentmindedly,
(have no doubt, this was mostly playing martyr)
while pulling out a tiny
black velvet bag.
I quickly catch the
simultaneous swallowing
of the huge lump in her throat.
(Proof, that was more telling than she'd like)
She started her opening by saying
she'd gifted my oldest sister
some old piece of her jewelry, as well
perhaps a ring
or earrings
or a necklace
I really couldn't tell you
since I was barely listening. ...
#love
#Christmas
#memories #TimeHeals
#memories #TimeHeals
310 reads
40 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
522 reads
49 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...
717 reads
16 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
21st Nov 2018 5:14am
21st Nov 2018 5:14am
The Ladies Room
#sex
#BDSM
#lover
#dirty
#bisexual
740 reads
17 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
8th Dec 2012 5:16am
8th Dec 2012 5:16am
cadit quaesito — the question falls
909 reads
14 Comments
Sandals
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2022 3:15am
22nd Mar 2022 3:15am
This Is Only My Assurety
My aunt once told me this
When it's your time to kiss
Kiss your wife in her to love
With passions seen in her cove
I examine this within the full me
And this I did so aquickly
I told her all I could truly see
From this note is my dear alonely
Because this I truly feel for me
Is of me ladies have uncertainty
Stone an athwug I know I be
And can't adjust this on awomanly
The high of the chill my attitude feels
Is not for society and all it's thrills
My breaths I take before each awakes ...
When it's your time to kiss
Kiss your wife in her to love
With passions seen in her cove
I examine this within the full me
And this I did so aquickly
I told her all I could truly see
From this note is my dear alonely
Because this I truly feel for me
Is of me ladies have uncertainty
Stone an athwug I know I be
And can't adjust this on awomanly
The high of the chill my attitude feels
Is not for society and all it's thrills
My breaths I take before each awakes ...
#relationships
#rhyming
#FallingInLove
#dating
#LookingForLove
128 reads
0 Comments
Rianne
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:27pm
Yesterday 8:27pm
Type W
When I was ten I wanted to become a writer.
Already I was journaling always remembering how newspaper ink
seemed bluish in mild morning light ,and how nectar of clover rushed
at my feet when I ran
across the pages like they were fields.
How histories gave gramophone sound to a twirling wish. An art was born from
my hands as gallant quill wove an image like a linguistic rosary of letters and words.
When the typewriter came into my life I hardly knew this familiar stranger would once
One day become my best friend.
After...
Already I was journaling always remembering how newspaper ink
seemed bluish in mild morning light ,and how nectar of clover rushed
at my feet when I ran
across the pages like they were fields.
How histories gave gramophone sound to a twirling wish. An art was born from
my hands as gallant quill wove an image like a linguistic rosary of letters and words.
When the typewriter came into my life I hardly knew this familiar stranger would once
One day become my best friend.
After...
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
27 reads
5 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
186 reads
1 Comment
runningturtle87
Poem Published
10th Jun 2015 3:52pm
10th Jun 2015 3:52pm
How to Stop Undermining Your Own Best Good
We have all heard those around us who constantly sound demeaning, demanding, pejorative, condescending, or irascible. What a pain in the backside, right? Those people! Why do we even bother to pay attention to them in the first place? They will not listen to reason, and they are so negative and always criticizing and finding the exception to every rule and predicting the end of the world as we know it from every angle. If you have a physical or emotional pain, instead of their saying that they are sorry for your loss or that they hope you feel better soon so that you can feel you were...
880 reads
5 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
170 reads
5 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
620 reads
34 Comments
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