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
18th Jan 2021 7:32pm
18th Jan 2021 7:32pm
epiphanies, clarity, aging and a sort of gained wisdom
Today, I am no longer.
I am no longer going to need what I know isn't needed in return
Unrequited will no longer be a madness affected
I am no longer going to worry about being too old,
an out of my hands concern, so freeing, that now I can just bask in the solace of an universal truth, that youth will always intoxicate, yet it's wisdom from experience that truly matters in the end.
I am no longer going to procrastinate,
doing in the moment what needs fucking done-
Period.
I am no longer going to allow petty outside forces and their voices...
I am no longer going to need what I know isn't needed in return
Unrequited will no longer be a madness affected
I am no longer going to worry about being too old,
an out of my hands concern, so freeing, that now I can just bask in the solace of an universal truth, that youth will always intoxicate, yet it's wisdom from experience that truly matters in the end.
I am no longer going to procrastinate,
doing in the moment what needs fucking done-
Period.
I am no longer going to allow petty outside forces and their voices...
#hope
#dark
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
138 reads
36 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
198 reads
45 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...
565 reads
16 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
32 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
21st Nov 2018 5:14am
21st Nov 2018 5:14am
The Ladies Room
#sex
#BDSM
#lover
#dirty
#bisexual
555 reads
17 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
653 reads
25 Comments
RiAN
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:30pm
Yesterday 3:30pm
the witch child
This is a story about a child. It is not the story of a country nor its people.
For each of these reflects the human race
He is only two years old though in his size he looks like a toddler.an infant
Though you can tell a tale from the eyes, a mirror to the soul, a bridge between the temples of our bodies, the temples of the soul are even older. No one know just how old.
Or how we got there.
For this moment we are the only ones here
He is called Hope and in his culture being accused as a witch happens to many children. When they can not succeed to...
For each of these reflects the human race
He is only two years old though in his size he looks like a toddler.an infant
Though you can tell a tale from the eyes, a mirror to the soul, a bridge between the temples of our bodies, the temples of the soul are even older. No one know just how old.
Or how we got there.
For this moment we are the only ones here
He is called Hope and in his culture being accused as a witch happens to many children. When they can not succeed to...
#dark
#children
#evil #sacrifice
#evil #sacrifice
14 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
10th Jan 2021 4:39pm
10th Jan 2021 4:39pm
What Lured Me
What lured me to the dark side? Going to hell in a handbasket. It wasn't the bite of an apple. It was the lust that triggered my relationship with the twilight. Perhaps a dangerous liaison with shadows. Or my weakness for Absinthe. But the minstrels of night crept beneath my skin, as a dark little Nemo swam in my veins. It wasn't a need for money to doff my pork pie hat. I felt the words tumble from my pen, like rainwater, quenching my thirst.
#dark
#LifeAsAWriter
77 reads
13 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
6th Dec 2015 00:01am
6th Dec 2015 00:01am
CONSUMING LOVE
Dearest Love,
Our love affair, to me, is a great source of consolation. Whenever troubled, bored or desperate for companionship you are at my side offering unconditional comfort and diversion. The habits that we have developed are now an integral part of my daily routine. The evidence of our love is more and more apparent to myself and others as my stomach festoons more and more over my belt and it becomes increasingly harder to move. As enjoyable as it is to make love our interludes will, in the end, be the death of me. Although the idea of our relationship changing is, for me, a...
Our love affair, to me, is a great source of consolation. Whenever troubled, bored or desperate for companionship you are at my side offering unconditional comfort and diversion. The habits that we have developed are now an integral part of my daily routine. The evidence of our love is more and more apparent to myself and others as my stomach festoons more and more over my belt and it becomes increasingly harder to move. As enjoyable as it is to make love our interludes will, in the end, be the death of me. Although the idea of our relationship changing is, for me, a...
542 reads
4 Comments
Eerie
Poem Published
1st Aug 2020 10:48pm
1st Aug 2020 10:48pm
High School -- Four Shorts (Part II)
Junior Year 1992-93
Entered at age 15
Somehow my grades Sophomore year were good enough to play volleyball my Junior year, so I made the team. Varsity, even. To be quite honest, I didn’t care as much about playing as I did about being part of something. I was withdrawn from all of my A.P. (advanced placement) classes and put into classes that didn’t require much out of me. I had a small group of friends, four of us who chummed around a bit. We went to home football games; toting water bottles a quarter full of orange juice. A guy that I would end up dating would bring a...
Entered at age 15
Somehow my grades Sophomore year were good enough to play volleyball my Junior year, so I made the team. Varsity, even. To be quite honest, I didn’t care as much about playing as I did about being part of something. I was withdrawn from all of my A.P. (advanced placement) classes and put into classes that didn’t require much out of me. I had a small group of friends, four of us who chummed around a bit. We went to home football games; toting water bottles a quarter full of orange juice. A guy that I would end up dating would bring a...
#teens
#school
#TruthOfLife
#memories
#nostalgia
121 reads
10 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
335 reads
34 Comments
cold_fusion
Poem Published
25th Feb 2021 2:54am
25th Feb 2021 2:54am
liberty
.cast out
the outcast
realised
liberation
after
prolonged
delibration
love, bounds
and binds
yet
there exists
a space-time
there
too
how dumb.
listlessness
just a side, effect
of the birth
of freedom.
the outcast
realised
liberation
after
prolonged
delibration
love, bounds
and binds
yet
there exists
a space-time
there
too
how dumb.
listlessness
just a side, effect
of the birth
of freedom.
#LifeChangingMoment
#freedom
#philosophical
59 reads
DU Poetry : Non-Fiction Prose by Top Critiquers: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters
