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
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
808 reads
49 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
18th Oct 2022 2:05pm
18th Oct 2022 2:05pm
Fear Everything
I was taking a walk awhile ago and I wanted to tell you how sometimes I fear everything so you would have some company ...
#friendship
#support
#curse #fear
#curse #fear
299 reads
24 Comments
jmcchesnie
Joylyn
Joylyn
Poem Published
7th Oct 2023 5:05am
7th Oct 2023 5:05am
Postcard to Myself
Dear Me,
We finally made it to Alaska! It’s so beautiful here. I’ve never seen so many mosquitos in my life! They are kind of like a thick, black hovering cloud on a stormy day, but the cabin is really cozy, and it reminds me of home. Funny, we even have the same countertops. I can see Alaska's Inside Passage and Lynn Canal out the sliding glass doors. Such an awesome view! It’s the perfect picture for a postcard. Lol, my husband keeps telling me to “stop nesting.” He has his fishing pole in one hand and his tackle box tucked under the other like the Sunday paper. And now he’s...
We finally made it to Alaska! It’s so beautiful here. I’ve never seen so many mosquitos in my life! They are kind of like a thick, black hovering cloud on a stormy day, but the cabin is really cozy, and it reminds me of home. Funny, we even have the same countertops. I can see Alaska's Inside Passage and Lynn Canal out the sliding glass doors. Such an awesome view! It’s the perfect picture for a postcard. Lol, my husband keeps telling me to “stop nesting.” He has his fishing pole in one hand and his tackle box tucked under the other like the Sunday paper. And now he’s...
#FreeVerse
#memories
#myself #travel
#myself #travel
72 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
6th Sep 2023 5:46pm
6th Sep 2023 5:46pm
Complexities Of A Veiled Mind
These next three part series, I will be broadening society’s view of the ideology of what the intellect define as adopting the ideology of dark forces.
No, I am not speaking in regards to claiming the sisterhood of an covenant., self -proclaimed sorceress who practices the powers of Mother Nature elements, emphasizing during universal incantations to arouse the formations of the wind, or one who may perform rituals utilizing the paganism colored conjuring of candles, in addition, who can foresee current/future occurrences to tell the future using tarot cards, or it is simply...
No, I am not speaking in regards to claiming the sisterhood of an covenant., self -proclaimed sorceress who practices the powers of Mother Nature elements, emphasizing during universal incantations to arouse the formations of the wind, or one who may perform rituals utilizing the paganism colored conjuring of candles, in addition, who can foresee current/future occurrences to tell the future using tarot cards, or it is simply...
#peace
#MentalHealth
#humankind
322 reads
11 Comments
monovox128
Poem Published
21st Nov 2023 6:56pm
21st Nov 2023 6:56pm
STEP INTO THE LIGHT
From the silhouette within the silence
Her screams will very soon fill the air
Before the dawn of each morning's light
She's lost in the darkness and unaware
She looks around but she can't see
If there is even anybody that's truly there
Her laugh does not even sound funny
When she's facing self doubt and despair
Then she began to realize that tomorrow
Will bring in things she cannot bear
That mountain made inside a woman
Becomes a rock without a single scare
If only she could find one true friend
With honest...
Her screams will very soon fill the air
Before the dawn of each morning's light
She's lost in the darkness and unaware
She looks around but she can't see
If there is even anybody that's truly there
Her laugh does not even sound funny
When she's facing self doubt and despair
Then she began to realize that tomorrow
Will bring in things she cannot bear
That mountain made inside a woman
Becomes a rock without a single scare
If only she could find one true friend
With honest...
#happiness
#forgiveness
#motivational
#inspirational
#bittersweet
52 reads
4 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
5th Sep 2023 5:21pm
5th Sep 2023 5:21pm
depression is inside..
Every day
someone comes into my life,
every day
I walk with him
every day
I laugh with him
every day
I eat food with him
every day
I sleep on the bed with him
every day
he gives me orgasm..
and as the night spreads its hair,
I cry...
The walls keep staring at me
The windows scare me
The candle stops melting
The curtains start getting angry
N I jump on the bed
I wrap myself in the blanket
and close my eyes...
and as the sun rises
on another day,
again a new person ...
someone comes into my life,
every day
I walk with him
every day
I laugh with him
every day
I eat food with him
every day
I sleep on the bed with him
every day
he gives me orgasm..
and as the night spreads its hair,
I cry...
The walls keep staring at me
The windows scare me
The candle stops melting
The curtains start getting angry
N I jump on the bed
I wrap myself in the blanket
and close my eyes...
and as the sun rises
on another day,
again a new person ...
#anxiety
#depression
197 reads
16 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
308 reads
5 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 4:08am
23rd Feb 2023 4:08am
Getting The Nude On
As a family, we have our nude on. My family and extended family are wired to be free in nature. Birds do it and though you may not realize it, you learn from it. A sense of being free and a relationship with nature. Which brings with it a positive body image and higher self-esteem. In your own space and there, is no one to judge you because you are among like-minded people. It also gives you confidence. The same people who say, "I wouldn't do that," or the very same people who dream about it if they are honest with themselves. I find it hypocritical that we are all naked, proud, and free...
#earth
#nature
#TruthOfLife #freedom
#TruthOfLife #freedom
169 reads
2 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
1163 reads
25 Comments
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
502 reads
40 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
1st Nov 2023 9:33pm
1st Nov 2023 9:33pm
Excogitations...
If the recent events in the middle east answer any lingering questions, such as what exactly does organized religion organize for, then now the answer is clear…they organize for violence.
There is no such thing as a Levantine religion of peace.
Subsequently to this we must wonder what it is about the Levantine oriented beliefs that so virulently promote violence, not only in the middle east, but worldwide.
And the answer to that is the enabling idea of an afterlife, and all the phantasmagorical promises that come with it. Once a rube is conditioned...
There is no such thing as a Levantine religion of peace.
Subsequently to this we must wonder what it is about the Levantine oriented beliefs that so virulently promote violence, not only in the middle east, but worldwide.
And the answer to that is the enabling idea of an afterlife, and all the phantasmagorical promises that come with it. Once a rube is conditioned...
#religion
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical #tradition
#philosophical #tradition
79 reads
0 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
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
582 reads
11 Comments
DU Poetry : Non-Fiction Prose by Top Critiquers: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters
