When it's family...
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem about a family member
Any kind of poem you wish, from sonnets to free verse or even haiku, so long as it's about or addressed to a particular family member.
lepperochan
Craic-Dealer
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Guardian of Shadows
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violet
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Vi
Dangerous Mind
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The trouble with knowing
I wonder what she's thinking
whilst she pretends to watch T.V
She's sat on that same spot
on the same sofa for more years
than i care to remember
gradually not caring about
the seven long hairs that grow
from her chin or the stains
all over her clothing from
last weeks dinner
She sips her cider
I watch
She sips
I ask: "where is he?"
"He's in bed." She answers
not removing her eyes from
the commercials.
"Pour me another, will you?
and open the window"
She is almost robotic.
I can see past the piss stained
mess that has become her
well enough to know she
is scared as hell.
I open the window
The breeze bounces past my cheeks
"He can't open the windows
anymore" she whispered-
though i wasn't meant
to hear that part
I wonder what she's thinking
whilst she pretends to watch T.V
She's sat on that same spot
on the same sofa for more years
than i care to remember
gradually not caring about
the seven long hairs that grow
from her chin or the stains
all over her clothing from
last weeks dinner
She sips her cider
I watch
She sips
I ask: "where is he?"
"He's in bed." She answers
not removing her eyes from
the commercials.
"Pour me another, will you?
and open the window"
She is almost robotic.
I can see past the piss stained
mess that has become her
well enough to know she
is scared as hell.
I open the window
The breeze bounces past my cheeks
"He can't open the windows
anymore" she whispered-
though i wasn't meant
to hear that part
opheliac
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Dangerous Mind
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can i submit a poem i've already written or should it be a new one?
Anonymous
[font=Verdana]You can submit an old one if you like. The only rule is that each entry must be about a family member. You can also make as many entries as you wish.
Jestalessa
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Dangerous Mind
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Joined 27th July 2010Forum Posts: 2329
Back of the Cover
My grandfather's room
hummed mysteries
up that dingy staircase;
a 60's mustard yellow glow
taunting young curiosity
to strike temporary truce
with conscience
as well as the ghosts
in the walls
Upon creaking
into the Collector's den
my face was met with racks of scolding
guns, bows, ammunition-
but hunting knives gleamed in open drawers
and some on the floor
in formation:
friendly fish
shimmering my many reflections.
After imperiling a pirate with the finest
I gently set it free.
Treasure!
Rings made with all sorts of metals
shells, stones
set neatly on fabric
in lines
on the top of his bureau-
His bookshelves spouted poetry,
flaunted classic records and novels
like old money
A small writing desk
flashed me the raven's riddle
while its resident sealing wax set
sang of cabbages and kings.
Engaged by the sight
of a wooden box
dusty in the alcove window
I imagined inside
must be his collection of stories for children
the squirrels had watched him write
in his prime.
The box was, indeed
impenetrable.
Quietly ducking out
with one last peek of mustard yellow
I knew I had only read
the back of the cover.
My grandfather's room
hummed mysteries
up that dingy staircase;
a 60's mustard yellow glow
taunting young curiosity
to strike temporary truce
with conscience
as well as the ghosts
in the walls
Upon creaking
into the Collector's den
my face was met with racks of scolding
guns, bows, ammunition-
but hunting knives gleamed in open drawers
and some on the floor
in formation:
friendly fish
shimmering my many reflections.
After imperiling a pirate with the finest
I gently set it free.
Treasure!
Rings made with all sorts of metals
shells, stones
set neatly on fabric
in lines
on the top of his bureau-
His bookshelves spouted poetry,
flaunted classic records and novels
like old money
A small writing desk
flashed me the raven's riddle
while its resident sealing wax set
sang of cabbages and kings.
Engaged by the sight
of a wooden box
dusty in the alcove window
I imagined inside
must be his collection of stories for children
the squirrels had watched him write
in his prime.
The box was, indeed
impenetrable.
Quietly ducking out
with one last peek of mustard yellow
I knew I had only read
the back of the cover.
Anonymous
Gorgeous,
Beautiful,
Mischievous
Eyes.
Tiny,
Clingy,
Perfect
Fingers & Toes.
Hairless,
Smooth,
Soft
Baby Skin.
You
Look
Like
Your Mom.
I
Love
You
My dear
Daughter.
And you are yet to be one!
Now lets go play
& have some fun!
Beautiful,
Mischievous
Eyes.
Tiny,
Clingy,
Perfect
Fingers & Toes.
Hairless,
Smooth,
Soft
Baby Skin.
You
Look
Like
Your Mom.
I
Love
You
My dear
Daughter.
And you are yet to be one!
Now lets go play
& have some fun!
PierreTheMad
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Dangerous Mind
15
Joined 7th Dec 2009Forum Posts: 2808
Can the family member be my dick? I have some good masturbation poetry.
PierreTheMad
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Dangerous Mind
15
Joined 7th Dec 2009Forum Posts: 2808
If not, I offer this:
Up In Smoke
No, not yet
Its too soon for you to die old man
Even though you've earned it
Smoking Lucky Strikes by the pack
No filter between you and your sweet tobacco
Burning away your days
Inhaling smoke and ember
Scrawling wrinkles on your face
Cancer's come a-calling
But I'm the one that's wallowing in a sorrow
Only Jack Daniels knows how to handle
A candle's worth of light
Upon this desk tonight
As I spill out words and booze-soaked breath
To take the edge off my regrets when it comes to you,
The Father that I never knew
23 years without
And when you came around
I had no idea what to do with your presence
So just like all my other problems I let you hover
Sit there, until I had an impulse of something other
To do with you than to spit the curses of my ignorance
Sparing you a glance every now and then
A chance conversation
Scraping details off the surface of this relationship
If you can call it that
I don't know if I would bother
But for having never met
We held so much in common
Talents
Humor
Apprehension of higher powers
Facial structure, a given
And this separate life that I am living
Makes me sigh a heavy, booze-soaked breath of relief
What will there be left for me to reap when you are gone?
An empty bag full of questions?
Shrinking footsteps I wished to stand in?
The one-sided story of a good but injured woman
left alone to raise a son, stamping out an impression?
A handful of correspondences
Emails
Phone calls
Car rides to all-you-can-eat buffets
Short walks under the shining Florida sun
In St. Augustine near a fortress by the bay
Cheering on a sports team
I adopted because they...
seemed to make you happy
But that's not good enough for me.
Your loss, I'm afraid,
Will mean more to me once its real
And there is no cache of information
Pertaining to the blood, sweat, and vocations
Of the variables
That siphoned into me
But we don't have that type of openness to heal
And we don't ask questions, maybe, the way we should
And we aren't close enough to reach
To touch each other's lives in the way, that probably, we would
If it didn't take this Jack Daniels to make me feel like a son
And cancer for you to feel like you missed out on being a Dad
Up In Smoke
No, not yet
Its too soon for you to die old man
Even though you've earned it
Smoking Lucky Strikes by the pack
No filter between you and your sweet tobacco
Burning away your days
Inhaling smoke and ember
Scrawling wrinkles on your face
Cancer's come a-calling
But I'm the one that's wallowing in a sorrow
Only Jack Daniels knows how to handle
A candle's worth of light
Upon this desk tonight
As I spill out words and booze-soaked breath
To take the edge off my regrets when it comes to you,
The Father that I never knew
23 years without
And when you came around
I had no idea what to do with your presence
So just like all my other problems I let you hover
Sit there, until I had an impulse of something other
To do with you than to spit the curses of my ignorance
Sparing you a glance every now and then
A chance conversation
Scraping details off the surface of this relationship
If you can call it that
I don't know if I would bother
But for having never met
We held so much in common
Talents
Humor
Apprehension of higher powers
Facial structure, a given
And this separate life that I am living
Makes me sigh a heavy, booze-soaked breath of relief
What will there be left for me to reap when you are gone?
An empty bag full of questions?
Shrinking footsteps I wished to stand in?
The one-sided story of a good but injured woman
left alone to raise a son, stamping out an impression?
A handful of correspondences
Emails
Phone calls
Car rides to all-you-can-eat buffets
Short walks under the shining Florida sun
In St. Augustine near a fortress by the bay
Cheering on a sports team
I adopted because they...
seemed to make you happy
But that's not good enough for me.
Your loss, I'm afraid,
Will mean more to me once its real
And there is no cache of information
Pertaining to the blood, sweat, and vocations
Of the variables
That siphoned into me
But we don't have that type of openness to heal
And we don't ask questions, maybe, the way we should
And we aren't close enough to reach
To touch each other's lives in the way, that probably, we would
If it didn't take this Jack Daniels to make me feel like a son
And cancer for you to feel like you missed out on being a Dad
Anonymous
[font=Verdana]No I mean family as in other people you're related to, not any physical appendage you have, no matter how impressive it might be.
PierreTheMad
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Dangerous Mind
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Joined 7th Dec 2009Forum Posts: 2808
Fine, then you get more of this:
In His Last Hours of Daylight
Pictures showing smiles
Sandcastles and seashells
Collected as mementos
Memories blurring
Then fading,
Then black…
The hidden ocean of transformation
Submersed to a depth where old light can not reach
Umbilical.
Retreating.
Fetal.
Rethinking.
Blind.
Realizing.
Echoes of a distant heartbeat
Rebirthed in pain
Frames surrounding eyes
Glimmers in the day
Shine
A single cloud upon the sky
and a pen upon the page
Breaks
Bleeding
Staining paper
Expanding
Feeding
Then black…
The forbidden ocean of direct contact
Submersed to a depth to be protected from the bright
Blind
Words losing meaning
Gestures incomplete
Rethinking
Touch absent
(In a ‘reduction of needs’ sort of way)
Retreating
A façade of faces washing up upon a shore
Collected as mementos
Memories blurring
Then fading
Until they are no more
Family portraits
With some family missing
The belly of the beast is ticking
Pangs of hunger growing
Growling toward the echoes of a distant heart
Rolls of thunder forming clouds
Swallowing the sky
Eyes tearing in the dwindling bright
Still blind
and now,
Somewhat frightened
A single drop upon the page
Upon the path the pen has made
Expanding sky
Absorbing waters
Words bleeding
Losing meaning
The private ocean of nothing sacred
Rethinking these matters of an imprisoned heart
Eyes readjusting
Thoughts realizing
Rebooting / Digitizing
Fading / Pixelating
Resolution reducing down to nil
Failures cascading
System crashed upon the reef of tarnished frames
On family portraits
Fading smiles and blurring eyes
Blood and water mingle
Single drops upon the page
Placing vultures in the sky and sharks below the waves
Flotsam floats upon the faces
Water damaged and strewn upon the shore
Echoes of a distant heartbeat
Collected as mementos
Until they are no more
Electric information
Arranged to this approximation
Two pairs of blurring eyes
One yours
The other, mine
And these words have now
Completely
lost
their
meaning.
In the terrifying ocean of not knowing what to say
With vultures in the clouds and sharks below the waves
Smiles fading
Gestures remaining incomplete
Everything is starving
Wanting for its piece/peace
Submersed now to a depth where old light can not reach
Blurring smiles with fading eyes
The isolated ocean of finally realizing
and knowing,
Beyond a doubt
what comes next
Umbilical.
Retreating.
Fetal.
Rethinking.
Blind.
Realizing.
Echoes of a distant heartbeat
Then black...
Released from pain
Flotsam strewn upon the shore
For mile on endless mile
Collected as mementos
These...
pictures...
showing...
smiles.
In His Last Hours of Daylight
Pictures showing smiles
Sandcastles and seashells
Collected as mementos
Memories blurring
Then fading,
Then black…
The hidden ocean of transformation
Submersed to a depth where old light can not reach
Umbilical.
Retreating.
Fetal.
Rethinking.
Blind.
Realizing.
Echoes of a distant heartbeat
Rebirthed in pain
Frames surrounding eyes
Glimmers in the day
Shine
A single cloud upon the sky
and a pen upon the page
Breaks
Bleeding
Staining paper
Expanding
Feeding
Then black…
The forbidden ocean of direct contact
Submersed to a depth to be protected from the bright
Blind
Words losing meaning
Gestures incomplete
Rethinking
Touch absent
(In a ‘reduction of needs’ sort of way)
Retreating
A façade of faces washing up upon a shore
Collected as mementos
Memories blurring
Then fading
Until they are no more
Family portraits
With some family missing
The belly of the beast is ticking
Pangs of hunger growing
Growling toward the echoes of a distant heart
Rolls of thunder forming clouds
Swallowing the sky
Eyes tearing in the dwindling bright
Still blind
and now,
Somewhat frightened
A single drop upon the page
Upon the path the pen has made
Expanding sky
Absorbing waters
Words bleeding
Losing meaning
The private ocean of nothing sacred
Rethinking these matters of an imprisoned heart
Eyes readjusting
Thoughts realizing
Rebooting / Digitizing
Fading / Pixelating
Resolution reducing down to nil
Failures cascading
System crashed upon the reef of tarnished frames
On family portraits
Fading smiles and blurring eyes
Blood and water mingle
Single drops upon the page
Placing vultures in the sky and sharks below the waves
Flotsam floats upon the faces
Water damaged and strewn upon the shore
Echoes of a distant heartbeat
Collected as mementos
Until they are no more
Electric information
Arranged to this approximation
Two pairs of blurring eyes
One yours
The other, mine
And these words have now
Completely
lost
their
meaning.
In the terrifying ocean of not knowing what to say
With vultures in the clouds and sharks below the waves
Smiles fading
Gestures remaining incomplete
Everything is starving
Wanting for its piece/peace
Submersed now to a depth where old light can not reach
Blurring smiles with fading eyes
The isolated ocean of finally realizing
and knowing,
Beyond a doubt
what comes next
Umbilical.
Retreating.
Fetal.
Rethinking.
Blind.
Realizing.
Echoes of a distant heartbeat
Then black...
Released from pain
Flotsam strewn upon the shore
For mile on endless mile
Collected as mementos
These...
pictures...
showing...
smiles.
rayheinrich
Death Plane for Teddy
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Death Plane for Teddy
Tyrant of Words
32
Joined 4th Dec 2009 Forum Posts: 4409
< ice cream >
my little brother never liked ice cream
and the rest of us kids just couldn't understand this
why
we always asked
don't you like ice cream?
and how
we always asked
can you NOT like ice cream?
years later
we still ask
he still doesn't
- - -
my little brother never liked ice cream
and the rest of us kids just couldn't understand this
why
we always asked
don't you like ice cream?
and how
we always asked
can you NOT like ice cream?
years later
we still ask
he still doesn't
- - -
goodest
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Dangerous Mind
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Joined 22nd Aug 2011Forum Posts: 3007
No matter what I’ve done
No matter what I’ll ever do
Nothing could overcome the sadness in my heart
If I can’t be with you
I take you everywhere I go
Be it short or far
Within every beat of my heart
That is where you are
You’re with me every morning I awake
As a matter of fact, the entire day
You even whisper in my ear
With every word I say
You’re even with me on the court
And still you follow me to the shower
And as love rains over my entire body
I’m totally cleansed by its power
You’re my one and only dream
And you’re featured on all my thoughts
You were even with me
For the last burger that I bought
You sit with me on the job
And walk with me through the rain
And every time I fall
You help me overcome the pain
You’re there when I succeed
You’re even there when I fail
You never try to hide
You’re even there when I meet other females
And no matter how they look
Be it foul or fair
They’ll never take your spot
Because to you, they don’t compare
You’re with me when I eat
You’re even with me when I drink
If you weren’t in my life
I wouldn’t have enough breath to even think
You’re the love of my life
Like you, there will never be another
Because no other lady
Can give me the love of my mother
Love, your son, Eric
“To Mama”
by: Eric L. Boddie
No matter what I’ll ever do
Nothing could overcome the sadness in my heart
If I can’t be with you
I take you everywhere I go
Be it short or far
Within every beat of my heart
That is where you are
You’re with me every morning I awake
As a matter of fact, the entire day
You even whisper in my ear
With every word I say
You’re even with me on the court
And still you follow me to the shower
And as love rains over my entire body
I’m totally cleansed by its power
You’re my one and only dream
And you’re featured on all my thoughts
You were even with me
For the last burger that I bought
You sit with me on the job
And walk with me through the rain
And every time I fall
You help me overcome the pain
You’re there when I succeed
You’re even there when I fail
You never try to hide
You’re even there when I meet other females
And no matter how they look
Be it foul or fair
They’ll never take your spot
Because to you, they don’t compare
You’re with me when I eat
You’re even with me when I drink
If you weren’t in my life
I wouldn’t have enough breath to even think
You’re the love of my life
Like you, there will never be another
Because no other lady
Can give me the love of my mother
Love, your son, Eric
“To Mama”
by: Eric L. Boddie
opheliac
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Dangerous Mind
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Joined 29th Aug 2009Forum Posts: 2122
thanks
opheliac
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Dangerous Mind
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Joined 29th Aug 2009Forum Posts: 2122
Anamnesis
Sleep sweet longing,
I shall tuck you
pleasantly, in
your deathbed.
† to my Dearest 22/2/2010
Sleep sweet longing,
I shall tuck you
pleasantly, in
your deathbed.
† to my Dearest 22/2/2010