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
466 reads
25 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
4th Apr 2019 3:52am
4th Apr 2019 3:52am
Hello :)
Communication is challenging. There is an automatic amount of projection of prior experience bias and disposition onto everything in our environment. It was wisely said, "People meet us where they are, not where we are."
Anthropomorphization is common and easily recognizable as we lie together on the grass and describe the shapes in the clouds. I see a dog with floppy ears blown in the wind, one flung upward and away, one flat against his chin, one rear leg raised, perhaps an instant before micturation. You see Artemis drawing her bow defiantly to loose a quarrel against the...
Anthropomorphization is common and easily recognizable as we lie together on the grass and describe the shapes in the clouds. I see a dog with floppy ears blown in the wind, one flung upward and away, one flat against his chin, one rear leg raised, perhaps an instant before micturation. You see Artemis drawing her bow defiantly to loose a quarrel against the...
#kindness
#honesty
#dialogue
316 reads
18 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
3rd May 2019 1:23pm
3rd May 2019 1:23pm
RIP Barbarous Montague Smithe
I have a barista friend coming around today. That sounds so hipster twatish, and it is. It so is. But, the thing is, I tried to make a coffee this morning and the coffee machine began to shout at me in its mechanically disparaging way,
"You're doing the wrong thing, do another thing, just not that thing!"
It bellowed out in that long, drawn out, monotonous drone.
"Whaaaaat? What are you trying to say coffee machine?"
Silence.
I press the button that makes him shut up. Then, in a moment of bravery I decide now is the time for a second...
"You're doing the wrong thing, do another thing, just not that thing!"
It bellowed out in that long, drawn out, monotonous drone.
"Whaaaaat? What are you trying to say coffee machine?"
Silence.
I press the button that makes him shut up. Then, in a moment of bravery I decide now is the time for a second...
#death
#coffee
94 reads
8 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
162 reads
12 Comments
Josh
Poem Published
13th Sep 2019 12:32pm
13th Sep 2019 12:32pm
The Kingdom of Hip
(This story will take 10 minutes to read/listen to)
Once upon a time there was a very special kingdom. And like many kingdoms it was ruled by an over-bearing king and an over-arching theory, neither of which anyone dared question - if you wanted to see your next birthday, that is. The theory, or “paradigm” as clever-clogs call it, that ruled this kingdom had become “culturally embedded”. All that means is, if you ever wanted to actually change the structure of the society that grew up around it, it would be very difficult.
And the particular theory that ruled this...
Once upon a time there was a very special kingdom. And like many kingdoms it was ruled by an over-bearing king and an over-arching theory, neither of which anyone dared question - if you wanted to see your next birthday, that is. The theory, or “paradigm” as clever-clogs call it, that ruled this kingdom had become “culturally embedded”. All that means is, if you ever wanted to actually change the structure of the society that grew up around it, it would be very difficult.
And the particular theory that ruled this...
#politics
#ShortStory
#redemption
217 reads
15 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
25th Oct 2019 9:58pm
25th Oct 2019 9:58pm
Apprenticeship
It is by far the biggest document I have, too large to fit in the flame proof box they insisted I bought. I often wondered why it was so big, perhaps it was to match the four years of training that lead to the final signatures. It was such a proud day.
We were in the boardroom, the best china was on the trolley and the tea had been scalded next to a plate of posh biscuits. Dad was well prepared, he had set fire to his nasal hair with a small party candle and used half a styptic pencil on his, over-zealous shaving cuts. A Brylcreem bounce set off his best blue suit and he had spent...
We were in the boardroom, the best china was on the trolley and the tea had been scalded next to a plate of posh biscuits. Dad was well prepared, he had set fire to his nasal hair with a small party candle and used half a styptic pencil on his, over-zealous shaving cuts. A Brylcreem bounce set off his best blue suit and he had spent...
#prose
53 reads
2 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
142 reads
10 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
5th Dec 2019 2:13pm
5th Dec 2019 2:13pm
Mail Makes Me Cringe
I invited someone over and they
decided to bring my mail in for me,
talk about trying to mess up my day,
I turned them around and told them to
put it back, I made them stuff that
crap back in the box and told them
to call me next week. They gave me
an odd look and I shut the door then
they left.
Mail is negativity. I don't need it,
I don't read it, except on Mondays,
always only bills. I hate bills.
Mail always wants my money
Mail hasn't been cool for me since I won
a contest that was advertised in...
decided to bring my mail in for me,
talk about trying to mess up my day,
I turned them around and told them to
put it back, I made them stuff that
crap back in the box and told them
to call me next week. They gave me
an odd look and I shut the door then
they left.
Mail is negativity. I don't need it,
I don't read it, except on Mondays,
always only bills. I hate bills.
Mail always wants my money
Mail hasn't been cool for me since I won
a contest that was advertised in...
#anger
#hate
#disappointment
31 reads
5 Comments
_boybrains
Poem Published
8th Jul 2019 00:19am
8th Jul 2019 00:19am
4am in dispute.
You're always too
busy with your nose in that
stupid black book while holding
that pen of yours, you know sometimes
I don't think you see what's right
in front of you, you're useless
Ethan I don't know why I
bother with you, what does
anybody see in you, what
do I even see in you."
You know the shape
& colour of my front door
I'll live without you.
busy with your nose in that
stupid black book while holding
that pen of yours, you know sometimes
I don't think you see what's right
in front of you, you're useless
Ethan I don't know why I
bother with you, what does
anybody see in you, what
do I even see in you."
You know the shape
& colour of my front door
I'll live without you.
#anger
#conflict
#confessional #UnrequitedLove
#confessional #UnrequitedLove
78 reads
7 Comments
sunsettown
Poem Published
19th Nov 2019 10:07am
19th Nov 2019 10:07am
Men's Day
Today is International Men's Day
And if you go...... further down
Its International Toilet Day too.
And if you go...... further down
Its International Toilet Day too.
#men
69 reads
6 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
6th Sep 2019 2:56pm
6th Sep 2019 2:56pm
"....and then, you die" Letter from "dkzk's Great Communications"......Vol: ???
Thank you, _____,
I'm dealing with a personal tragedy that i'm sure is gonna hang with me for the rest of my broke-down life. The death of my dear daughter Leah on July 4th, 2018.
Death of a child, regardless of age, is a whole different grief from that which other deaths cause.
Make long-story short, I have lost 99% of my 'respect' for human life via the way we treat each other collectively.
We will not be "judged" by our self-important "individuality", but will be judged (metaphorically at least), by our behavior as a collective organism. In that respect, we...
I'm dealing with a personal tragedy that i'm sure is gonna hang with me for the rest of my broke-down life. The death of my dear daughter Leah on July 4th, 2018.
Death of a child, regardless of age, is a whole different grief from that which other deaths cause.
Make long-story short, I have lost 99% of my 'respect' for human life via the way we treat each other collectively.
We will not be "judged" by our self-important "individuality", but will be judged (metaphorically at least), by our behavior as a collective organism. In that respect, we...
#depression
#grief
#heartbroken
#death
#LifeStruggles
145 reads
8 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:49pm
Yesterday 10:49pm
YOPJ - What is Not Garbage
I'm gonna wear my shoe and my brother's shoe. That will be funny!" She giggled as she slid her other foot into his rain boot. She was standing next to our frequently filling kitchen garbage can, which, although it is a standard size kitchen can, it is about shoulder height for her. It has no lid. When we got it there was one. Kids!
As I'm looking down at her, I'm proud of how she turned her garbage situation into something downright golden. But why must they throw their shoes in the kitchen by the can? Three kids did that. And by the way... why aren't they wearing those when two...
As I'm looking down at her, I'm proud of how she turned her garbage situation into something downright golden. But why must they throw their shoes in the kitchen by the can? Three kids did that. And by the way... why aren't they wearing those when two...
#LifeAsAWriter
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0 Comments
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