Poetry competition CLOSED 11th September 2014 1:47pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
EngrVV
Going The Distance
I'm coming for you
How far is pluto to rocket an astronaut?
Cut through the polars, the East is just like a
miles stretch from the west.
You'd probably be chasing shadows when
your ambition is to throw your emotions into
the thin air.
How far is love and how close is an alternative?
Maybe alternatives are far from my options.
She's the dream I awake to live for.
It's impossible to cage the wind, but I ll travel
along it till I find her enclosed within my ribs
No essence of rubbing time to the mud if my
intentions were to end on skype or a book of
faces; It would have been a long dropped call!
I'll search for her like the FBI, she's guilty of
stealing my heart through my gadgets.
If she's got the voice I hear, she's an angel
If that's her looks, she's a beauty goddess
I'll risk travelling to mercury for love
I'm coming for you my love
I've got my passport ready
I'm coming to take you along
I kissed a girl I'd met online
Was sorta disappointing
True my tongue did tingle
Seeking out her lips
But lapping at the 'lectric screen
Her face scrunched up and puckered
Left me limp with bell drooped low
Ma' cockle chilled with burrrrrrrrrr
http://lapromenadecult.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/baci-virtuali-online.jpg
Was sorta disappointing
True my tongue did tingle
Seeking out her lips
But lapping at the 'lectric screen
Her face scrunched up and puckered
Left me limp with bell drooped low
Ma' cockle chilled with burrrrrrrrrr
http://lapromenadecult.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/baci-virtuali-online.jpg
Anonymous
Dreamer's Edge
I no longer care
for the perpendicular and horizontal
arrows on flight
with the greasy residue of a snake oil
I no longer dare
to surrender to empyrean to-getter-ness
under the same
overcast countenance of hum-drum-whims
I no longer bear
the ironic sighs of shallow dissonance
half halted adolescence
receded to the distance of the dead
Let these words, fall
like ashen flakes
on oceans of allusions
Let them ripple
on dormant dreams
shifting mountains
outward,
toppling fences
crumpling
the blind moon
flung to dreamer's edge.
I no longer care
for the perpendicular and horizontal
arrows on flight
with the greasy residue of a snake oil
I no longer dare
to surrender to empyrean to-getter-ness
under the same
overcast countenance of hum-drum-whims
I no longer bear
the ironic sighs of shallow dissonance
half halted adolescence
receded to the distance of the dead
Let these words, fall
like ashen flakes
on oceans of allusions
Let them ripple
on dormant dreams
shifting mountains
outward,
toppling fences
crumpling
the blind moon
flung to dreamer's edge.
