Non-Fiction Prose by Top Critiquers
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DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
19th Mar 2025 6:40am
19th Mar 2025 6:40am
SpotLight - Willow (WillowsWhimsies)
Welcome back to SpotLight, I’m Damian DeadLove. Got another great episode tonight, that I hope you’ll enjoy. This interview segment is meant for the DU community, as a way to get to know about the poet/poetess behind the writes.
Our guest tonight is a poetess who calls the U.S. home. She’s been a member here since March of 2016. Although, it could be longer since she had previous profiles.
She’s a gifted poetess and writer. She’s a spitfire once you get her wound up, and for some reason I have the gift of taking her there, with some of the topics I write...
Our guest tonight is a poetess who calls the U.S. home. She’s been a member here since March of 2016. Although, it could be longer since she had previous profiles.
She’s a gifted poetess and writer. She’s a spitfire once you get her wound up, and for some reason I have the gift of taking her there, with some of the topics I write...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#prose
128 reads
18 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Today 3:25pm
Today 3:25pm
A few thoughts
Fragmented words creep into my dictionary
How can I make you understand?
The dissatisfaction of your own hide
Thoughts of my poetry skinning you alive
If every point had a reason
Then every word would have a meaning
I'll lure you in, since your intrigued
Finding the right word, causes such fatigue
No one's worth it in the long run
Everyone is out for themselves
We continue to create, articulate and construct
For those who enjoy, thanks for giving two fucks!
How can I make you understand?
The dissatisfaction of your own hide
Thoughts of my poetry skinning you alive
If every point had a reason
Then every word would have a meaning
I'll lure you in, since your intrigued
Finding the right word, causes such fatigue
No one's worth it in the long run
Everyone is out for themselves
We continue to create, articulate and construct
For those who enjoy, thanks for giving two fucks!
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
19 reads
2 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
25th Mar 2022 11:34pm
25th Mar 2022 11:34pm
IF I WROTE A BOOK
SUBJECT
There's no doubt the
subject would be
YOU.
The category would be erotica
(That is if YOU agree).
This means I have the
most amazing subject
in the whole world,
YOU.
My only challenge would
be in trying to decide
what I'd leave out...everything
about you from A to Z
is so wonderful, different,
and amazingly unique.
It won't take too much time
because my heart is overflowing
with wonderful truths and
experiences with amazing
YOU.
Possible chapters would be:
A chapter on...
There's no doubt the
subject would be
YOU.
The category would be erotica
(That is if YOU agree).
This means I have the
most amazing subject
in the whole world,
YOU.
My only challenge would
be in trying to decide
what I'd leave out...everything
about you from A to Z
is so wonderful, different,
and amazingly unique.
It won't take too much time
because my heart is overflowing
with wonderful truths and
experiences with amazing
YOU.
Possible chapters would be:
A chapter on...
#romantic
#motivational
#inspirational
#narrative
#confessional
610 reads
9 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
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
1332 reads
25 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
467 reads
24 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 3:57am
19th Apr 2024 3:57am
Mob Mentality
fear of being singled out makes most people a coward...
every one of us is unique
but we are brainwashed and shamed not to stick out
to the point of not being able to think outside of the box
when mob mentality singles out an odd one from the herd
the whole group lays into that one out of fear
and for popularities sake, the odd one is cursed at and beaten down
thinking I'm glad that wasn't me
they are warned with cruel chastisement not to shine
finally, setting aside their own morals and beliefs
for the want of...
every one of us is unique
but we are brainwashed and shamed not to stick out
to the point of not being able to think outside of the box
when mob mentality singles out an odd one from the herd
the whole group lays into that one out of fear
and for popularities sake, the odd one is cursed at and beaten down
thinking I'm glad that wasn't me
they are warned with cruel chastisement not to shine
finally, setting aside their own morals and beliefs
for the want of...
#love
213 reads
3 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 00:43am
11th Feb 2025 00:43am
letter to the universe’s absentee father
dear god
this is the closest I’ve come to prayer since the bottles stopped bringin me to my knees. I don’t believe in you…and you don’t believe in me. but sometimes I find myself callin out to that abandoned throne. my cries echoin back at me in the emptiness of your absence. I tried to believe but they lost me when they said we are made in your image. seems bit backwards. you are made in our image. twisted. broken. selfish. cruel.
we are lot alike. you and i. how else do you explain floods and rainbows. plagues and manna. the violent jealousies. the need to be...
this is the closest I’ve come to prayer since the bottles stopped bringin me to my knees. I don’t believe in you…and you don’t believe in me. but sometimes I find myself callin out to that abandoned throne. my cries echoin back at me in the emptiness of your absence. I tried to believe but they lost me when they said we are made in your image. seems bit backwards. you are made in our image. twisted. broken. selfish. cruel.
we are lot alike. you and i. how else do you explain floods and rainbows. plagues and manna. the violent jealousies. the need to be...
#addiction
#anger
#bipolar
#faith
#God
132 reads
2 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
5th Feb 2023 00:18am
5th Feb 2023 00:18am
Bad Rooster
Cock-A-Doodle-Doo
Yes I still remember you
Every morning before the sun
I hope you're ready to run
Because your head is mine
No more annoying sunrise
I don't want to know the time
Please stop this hate crime
Deep inside you know you're wrong
Silence is where you don't belong
No more Cock-A-Doodle-Dooing song
Why not chill and smoke a bong?
Cock-A-Doodle-Doo
Yes I still remember you
Every morning before the sun
I hope you're ready to run
Yes I still remember you
Every morning before the sun
I hope you're ready to run
Because your head is mine
No more annoying sunrise
I don't want to know the time
Please stop this hate crime
Deep inside you know you're wrong
Silence is where you don't belong
No more Cock-A-Doodle-Dooing song
Why not chill and smoke a bong?
Cock-A-Doodle-Doo
Yes I still remember you
Every morning before the sun
I hope you're ready to run
#LifeStruggles
338 reads
4 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
255 reads
0 Comments
Styxian
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2024 00:28am
2nd Jan 2024 00:28am
Box Of Puppies
Good morning Del. How you doing lover?
It sucks that you have to work today. Yet it's cool, that you're working the holiday so that you have an extra day when you come visit again. Kinda like how I'm working tomorrow, whether I'm over this flu or not.
Isn't modern technology great? Our two video calls for celebrating New Year's last night. Once for my midnight and then for yours an hour later. We hung in there! I knew you had to work today. And yeah, my flu (a cold, covid, the lung plague, whatever it is) had me a little blah. Thank god for our resilience and humor! ...
It sucks that you have to work today. Yet it's cool, that you're working the holiday so that you have an extra day when you come visit again. Kinda like how I'm working tomorrow, whether I'm over this flu or not.
Isn't modern technology great? Our two video calls for celebrating New Year's last night. Once for my midnight and then for yours an hour later. We hung in there! I knew you had to work today. And yeah, my flu (a cold, covid, the lung plague, whatever it is) had me a little blah. Thank god for our resilience and humor! ...
#happiness
#gratitude
#emotions
623 reads
29 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
24th Jul 2021 10:12pm
24th Jul 2021 10:12pm
The 'day before yesterday'
Wed, Jul 21
I normally hate decision making days.. When bad things are destined to happen..
On this date..
This death..
I'll remember till my last breathe..
It'll cost me 60 days to eat the dates by sunset..
Here I got subject with so many predicates
When did I write this?..
We only have 'today', 'tomorrow', and 'yesterday'..
But I have another day
So disturbed..
Consciously defaulted..
His name? I asked..
Who? They asked me in return..
The boy. He had a name..
I replied
...
I normally hate decision making days.. When bad things are destined to happen..
On this date..
This death..
I'll remember till my last breathe..
It'll cost me 60 days to eat the dates by sunset..
Here I got subject with so many predicates
When did I write this?..
We only have 'today', 'tomorrow', and 'yesterday'..
But I have another day
So disturbed..
Consciously defaulted..
His name? I asked..
Who? They asked me in return..
The boy. He had a name..
I replied
...
#anxiety
#regret
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#apathy
469 reads
2 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
18th Jul 2024 4:04pm
18th Jul 2024 4:04pm
The Triangle Mountain
From our hotel balcony, my sister and I have a panoramic view of Sedona's towering red rock formations. One of the red rock faces appears as a simple plane figure, a triangle. It stands out to us because it's simple. The past decades have not been simple, for either of us.
In our otherworldly setting, we talk past and present, wisely leaving the future alone. We compare ravages of aging. "Look at my 90-year-old hands" says J. I laugh at the exaggeration. But even though she is only 15 months my elder, her hands look far older. Age spots, even a ropey vein or two. I try...
In our otherworldly setting, we talk past and present, wisely leaving the future alone. We compare ravages of aging. "Look at my 90-year-old hands" says J. I laugh at the exaggeration. But even though she is only 15 months my elder, her hands look far older. Age spots, even a ropey vein or two. I try...
#marriage
#sex
#sister
202 reads
4 Comments
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