Poetry competition CLOSED 2nd May 2014 6:17am
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Anonymous
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RUNNER-UP: Pathospassion

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Poems about a feeling, or situation

UnknownEmo
Goes Without Saying
Twisted Dreamer
United States 3awards
Joined 10th Oct 2013
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She left me
In a wrong turn to dead end
Stranded with no chance of survival

Miles and miles with no one to trust
Hours and hours that I have to rush
Being swirled around by the heart ache and dust
But she doesn't care,
Her only feeling was lust

I still miss her though
But if you love her let her go
Because too much hate could rot your soul
But mines is just sad
From the other heart I never had


lepperochan
Craic-Dealer
Guardian of Shadows
Palestine 67awards
Joined 1st Apr 2011
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its like being the lid
on top of a bottle of pop
and the bubbles inside
are all those bad things
trapped, with nowhere to go

sometimes,  things are settled
but when those bubbles start bouncing around
the pressure
can easily build up enough
to pop that lid
clean off

Crimsonlight
Strange Creature
United States
Joined 20th Apr 2014
Forum Posts: 3

Not sure where this comes from, but I love it, "I said I liked her poetry, she said she writes it in her own blood, now I can't get past the first period."

Crimsonlight
Strange Creature
United States
Joined 20th Apr 2014
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This is lovely; kudos
Grace said:Love

its a lump in my throat
every time he says hello
a tightening in my chest
when he laughs aloud

its a wish to see him smile
every time I crack a joke
or feel his fingers on my cheek
when I am feeling blue

its love, for every wish
I make is for his happiness
every prayers I utter
is for him and no other

Love...I believe it is
its a feeling of giving
of existing fully, being
alight with warmth.


fret
Lost Thinker
New Zealand 1awards
Joined 27th Aug 2009
Forum Posts: 39

The way it feels,
desperate times
call for desperate measures,
the glint of satisfaction
piercing pleasures
pain that rhymes,
blood that seals.

It's the pain of the ruts
that stops the chasm,
I have to know
my body's reaction,
see my face in the window
sunken eyes, grimacing spasm,
if it's real then I ain't nuts.

The blade that sinks fast
sharp and deep,
it ain't right
for me, the pain must accompany action,
it's the fight,
to feel the sting and yet to keep
going 'til I own it at last.

Shallow, slow, 'til blood comes and no farther,
cut where they'll see so I can't leave scars,
know myself, and know my limit.
I ain't a "cutter", I don't belong to some faction,
Not looking for a prize, and I don't wanna win it,
Never told anyone, not cos they think it's a farce,
but cos I'd jump a building if they'd rather.

The way it felt,
desperate times
called for desperate measures,
that glint of satisfaction,
it gave me pleasures
that haunt my rhymes
though now I've dealt.

poet Anonymous

Hamsa puzzle

I'd gripped the mug so hard
that the ends of my fingers
were a strange purple
and the stewed tea was cold

the television was singing arias
to Jesus, over and over
on every single channel
bleaching the walls within

I couldn't have cared less
that it was Easter, or that the world
was celebrating life when everything
in me had dropped down dead:

I remembered stroking her
and how tiny she was, how
her fingernails looked like tears
on a Hamsa puzzle

how the mottled skin
on her exposed stomach
took me back to marbling pictures
in a primary world

how the traffic held it's breath
inside rush hour lungs,
as I waited for the exhale
and counted backwards

Magdalena
Spartalena
Tyrant of Words
Wales 62awards
Joined 21st Apr 2012
Forum Posts: 2993

Intervention~
(Anger)
   
   
   
Steel toe capped boots  
nit-picked at my sensitivity  
grey to black eyes  
always encouraging  
my raw disdain  
riling my every  
—last damn nerve  
   
   
riptide ramifications  
adorn every fiber  
ascending rapidly  
cutting words gouge holes  
in your tainted mind  
ever diluting  
your misshapen bravado  
   
   
foolishness  
blisters the surface  
—ugly  
the inside corrodes  
consuming you  
restless bones rattle  
causing unrest to your  
now tormented self-importance  
   
   
contemplating the feeling  
of apprehension    
trepidation a new experience  
you never thought  
would come  
your cock-sure way  
tastes so sweet  
in my satisfied mouth  
equanimity envelopes  
my very presence  
misgivings consume  
your shoddy existence    
placating my long held  
suffering of you  
thwarting your efforts  
of controlling me    
   
   
hindrance  
interference  
let me throw them down  
atmospheric static shimmers  
closing in  
thundering skies bleed  
cleansing  
every last drop  
of the stench  
you left behind  
 

Simon_III_Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Thought Provoker
South Africa 5awards
Joined 29th June 2013
Forum Posts: 92

two
she told me she loves me
i couldnt return the favour
she said im the right guy
i didn't give her the right to love
as the clouds cover me
i had to reigh on your parade
then the truth of the matter came
when i got what i really wanted
i didnt grab it
i guess we are all fools
somehow i took a leap of faith
i dont think i deserve her
but she chose to stay by my side
even conquered my pride
young love
i still havent said the three words
but i hope she knows
because this is our happy ending

poet Anonymous

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xmar82
Dangerous Mind
United States 13awards
Joined 10th Oct 2013
Forum Posts: 153

Self Pity

Here I sit and
Dine on my pity
Of the people I knowingly displeased.
Here I sit and
Whine on the morrow
Of the things I regretfully failed to do.
Here I sit and fight to
Drink the bile that sprang
From the well of mine own sins
It has left me without the will
To taste of life ever more.

Pathospassion
c.d.latin
Thought Provoker
United States 8awards
Joined 1st Feb 2014
Forum Posts: 172

Where this narcissism ends is what is important ( I am)

I am that unforeseen kiss
You gladly received
From the guy you liked in sixth grade
And somehow I am your married maid
Who taught you self defense against invisible monsters
She deemed strangers
Even before you knew the true magnitude of it

I am your graduation pictures
That everyone thought were perfect
As long as they ignored your stomach
And somehow I am your prom dress
You had to get two sizes bigger
Than what you expected

I am even the daughter you had in college
Who kept you going everyday
And God knows I am your second husband's smile
That kept you inhaling for a while

i am your lover's peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
He used to make you Friday mornings
And i am even the morning
His heartbeat slowed to nothing
And I am the tears of brine
You left at the doorstep in a perfect line

I think you understand
That I am the preacher who said your daughter
Would not be addicted forever
And I am his confidence in Christ
And your daughter's faith in eternal life

I am your smile when your daughter says
I am no longer addicted
And I am even the fact that
She ignores you on your death bed
Much too excited about her upcoming marriage

I am somehow everything
And nothing at all
Because somehow I am all the things I have mentioned
And really just the boy you met
Your junior year
Who finally said it was true
That I really did love you

Madintellect
Mike stew
Fire of Insight
Canada 4awards
Joined 29th Mar 2014
Forum Posts: 232

Anonymous said:<< post removed >>

For competition: poem about certain feeling or....
By Mike Stewart

Why do I let words drift?

What is this, an absurd gift?



The gift of rhyme...

Unused, that drift through time o_O

Sigh.. :-C

Ok I got an hour :-V

Time 2 start 2-

Thought impower!


Self Reflection(s)
     by Mike Stewart


Busted! for joy riding-
stolen cars, In grade
=
No need to
Really persuade you?¿ §₩¥

Indeed what
I say`s true

=

Long story!

¿ :-X

Strong worry...  X-(

My mom felt :-|

Recieved a strong belt? :-!

Yup. Massive morning-
dawn welt.



Illuded up in the slum

Newton raises some scum

=

Gangs activity,
That
follows low income.



Mom liked to party hard

Top drinker? = small reward.

Small child? :-/ called absurd :-V




For?  speaking out.

&

About seeking doubt



In her ways

=

Welfare <3 pays

For children in ways :-$

:-)

Where the more? the better!


I was just, an accident
for the better!


Still


We had to use many  food banks
Know who the mood sinks
Still must pay adue thanks


I was the youngest child
who swung mood swings
knowing what fued brings
showing unviewed things

Over
Violence and crude beings so far

Lol mom came back mr sences
Achieving much more


than was expected



He
Never hit her and what hebgets more

respect from me

suggestively

Look west to see

whatsvbest for me


Able to respect, him for

As child its like war



With mom... Out drinking
everybody, and not some.

Abusing drugs was quite dumb

5ft nothing and 90 lbs soaked with a 26 of rum .. (to her head)

Closet drinking with a husband named ed..

Grrr. Kicking my oldest sister out on the street. Just a 12 y o kid!

Her 15 b freind tryed to pimp her then did.. Not stop her from getting raped and away

Out in the streets of seatle with out a place to stay

I hated seeing her face all day. After that. Me krista were close

Childhood memories? U never fully recover from those

It changed sister krista forever

For two years I seen her to give her.. A hug lol

She never did come home. But we kept in touch when she would call me on the phone.

Me and 2 older sisters? Had different fathers

When low bastards? Seems like nobody bothers....

To care. Social services were aware.

They took jenna shortly after krista left.

They asked me I wanted to stay. I said keeping my mom alives a gift.

Because in her drunkin rages, she always to die.

She would have preffered to be alone, 2 bleed and die.

Lol I would stop her and say "dont u even try!"

But she would..
So the fact I was there?
Was all good.
I did as I should!

Nobody would be alive if it wasn't for thier mother.

Understanding and respecting them few people bother

I didn't respect her A bit

Until her started quit.

And she drink no more.
I was like I think before..

I showed her any respect. But always did love her.

She's been clean and sober for 15years

I fully forgive her for a giant police folder & double fisting beers.

I moved out at 17 to get the fuk away.

I took care of me so that I knew I was ok.

Kicked out all elementry schools in disrict..

Back track to feeling of thinking optomist.

Was we finally left the city to stay with her & dad (nana & papa)

They we where the positive influence that I had!

I considered him more a father than my real dad

He knew how to properly raise a kid. (by this time he had krista)

He taught about respect and how to not treat woman bad.

Ww2 vet. Brought back the wife who he met.

Saving her city in berlin
From an invation from German..

...forces

He was in the signal core. He knew they listened thier radio transmition so made the decision for

Sending false signals that depicted them ready for battle

False communications worked and gave a rattle.

So they stopped thier advancent. At the border of my nanas town

Long enough for actual troops to arrive & be found.

The front lines then changed direction.

Nanas father was a owner of a local pub & was down with protection .. Against Hitler

When they drove them they celebrated thier victory

He borrowed a army bike. Went to the local pub, & the rest history

That's when they said it love at first sight

Maried for seventy three years for both them was a delight

Why I share? Ya see...
This is rare to see

And its fair to agree.. That old ways her stik it out for family

These days its a fucking joke. God dammit we..

Can learn a lot from the ways of past.

So that love stays and it last.

Anyway.

The army had a special ship
For all the war brides to come back on. It was a famous whip.

Can't rememer the name
Irrevant all the same.

O ya. K...

So 12 yo old moved to the town of mission.

Exercised home schooling with.percision.

Teacher met the library. And said my iq was high.. Very.

So they let in an alternative school.

When I put mind to learning I was far from a fool.

They enouraged my learning pace. Others were slow and annoyed me

I actually was allowed to do grade 8 and 9 course work in less than a.year. And enjoyed the...

Learning of new things and moving on quickly

Kicked for that year of grade six for violence

But now the had to respect me..

So....

Grade= regular highschool.

Where street Smarts met book Smarts.  Was were I found I rule.

Money money wise.

The town had three highschools
I made my rounds to all three in order to supply fools..

Good weed for cheap.

Indeed a leap.. Was made

On how how to get payed...

But I also... Wanted me to look like I'm legit.

So I go downtown to loom for work.at 15 and wat did I get?

The very job in which I had ever applied

Currupted the place.. Constant back door meets

Found out that the manager was former crack whore seats... Well for me.

I the bitch to try speed. Which had her folding boxes lol at high speed!

The deliver driver? Really worked for me.

Money makes people do absurd ya see...

Anyway.. Were i am going this..

Money made hand over fist

Magic mushroom golden quest..

To be continued.. Maybe








lepperochan
Craic-Dealer
Guardian of Shadows
Palestine 67awards
Joined 1st Apr 2011
Forum Posts: 14449

Hideaways

sit, breathe in the hour
pop a blue one
it'll add more power to the vodka and coke
fizzing up over the lip of your tumbler
tug a pull on the spliff
then take a long sip
watch the sky in all of its nakedness
and wonder at its secrets spinning and flashing
like some rhythmic Morse code
free from the plundering clutches of any man

summultima
uma
Dangerous Mind
India 34awards
Joined 3rd Feb 2012
Forum Posts: 1301

     plateaued peaks

red light blinks nonstop
another lone red-one nearby stares stationary
both vindicating deviations.
Normality submerges synonymous
with the buzzing monotony.

pithy stillness blocks burn-grind in what, thrills?
irremovable flavours of bland obnoxiousness  
like work-in-process tar-roads under equatorial suns
scraps out pulsing chest in plausible emetic shreds
a finality-like pause of relief, eroding disbelief
maze-like rough motion quarantines
knocks out something
towards growing clarity

calmness stalemate spots prevail
enclosing terrific chaos
rupture whatever way, the climaxes

better than calculative manifestations

the_lone_knight
THE_SURVIVOR
Strange Creature
United States
Joined 23rd Apr 2014
Forum Posts: 8

im smoke my blunt
and sip my beer
as i prep for the night i'll no longer fear

i have never feared a height
until this very moonlight night
my vision blurs with the
sight of the floor

a step off the chair
takes me straight to the devils lair
where i am warmly welcomed with glee
where i will remain for eternity

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