Non-Fiction Prose by Top Critiquers
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DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 5:01am
5th Apr 2025 5:01am
SpotLight - PAR
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 poet who calls Portugal home. He’s been a member here since May of 2022. And has over 800 writes, folks.
He’s a gifted writer with all the tools. A tremendous storyteller with a vast vocabulary. Most of all he’s a kind soul.
Tonight’s guest is: (Paulo Acacio Ramos) but we all call him, PAR. Round...
Our guest tonight is a poet who calls Portugal home. He’s been a member here since May of 2022. And has over 800 writes, folks.
He’s a gifted writer with all the tools. A tremendous storyteller with a vast vocabulary. Most of all he’s a kind soul.
Tonight’s guest is: (Paulo Acacio Ramos) but we all call him, PAR. Round...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
138 reads
13 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2025 00:56am
22nd Apr 2025 00:56am
17th Century Europe
Let me help you
Pain is all you have to endure
Let me cut you
Before the poison makes you turn
Your skin and flesh your blood and bone
Your heart your mind your soul will be torn
Rotten and forgotten before buried in the soil
When the torment stops you‘ll return to home
Those black stains you see
Are formed from the soul of thee
You are rotten to the core
I could try and help once more
But my doubt is too great
And I don't fear nor hate
Do not lie to me
Unlike you I can see
Do not beg of me ...
Pain is all you have to endure
Let me cut you
Before the poison makes you turn
Your skin and flesh your blood and bone
Your heart your mind your soul will be torn
Rotten and forgotten before buried in the soil
When the torment stops you‘ll return to home
Those black stains you see
Are formed from the soul of thee
You are rotten to the core
I could try and help once more
But my doubt is too great
And I don't fear nor hate
Do not lie to me
Unlike you I can see
Do not beg of me ...
#death
#historical
#illness #nonfiction
#illness #nonfiction
87 reads
10 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
222 reads
3 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
484 reads
24 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
271 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
715 reads
11 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
1346 reads
25 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 1:13pm
25th Feb 2025 1:13pm
Escape from this Afterlife
I
There is an interview with American billionaire,
Bob Bigelow, where he confidently and
matter-of-factly talks about the afterlife, a
confidence that comes from a lifetime of
funding:
Studies into the paranormal.
His motivation stems from losing loved ones.
He wanted to make contact with them.
He wanted to know that they lived on.
II
On another interview, with 60 minutes, he tells
Lesley Stahl or somebody:
“Aliens exist. They are right under our noses.
I don’t give a...
There is an interview with American billionaire,
Bob Bigelow, where he confidently and
matter-of-factly talks about the afterlife, a
confidence that comes from a lifetime of
funding:
Studies into the paranormal.
His motivation stems from losing loved ones.
He wanted to make contact with them.
He wanted to know that they lived on.
II
On another interview, with 60 minutes, he tells
Lesley Stahl or somebody:
“Aliens exist. They are right under our noses.
I don’t give a...
#shadows
64 reads
0 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
367 reads
4 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
489 reads
11 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
648 reads
29 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
427 reads
5 Comments
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