Poetry competition CLOSED 30th October 2014 3:29pm
WINNER
Astyanax (Ceejay)
Astyanax (Ceejay)
10 Line Challenge
Anonymous
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I am the one sulking in the spring. These straights seem dire so I guess I'm a sultan of swing. All I see Is liars wearing wires as if its bling. They should be barbed in wire while molten in firing. Thats why I hold my face like macaulay culkin when screaming. Sleep is the cousin of death and I'm dreaming. Thus, the grieving is looking out through my eyes beaming. I'm finger tips away from a star yet the defense is double teaming. Just inhaling broccoli while its twirled and steaming. That's the only thing stopping me from murderous maniacal scheming.
Anonymous
Echo
I want to split like a splinter from a board
to stop and release myself from my thoughts
regain the hope I lost along the road
and leave this realm behind like a dream
missing the naive days of minimal insight
when I had no recollection to detract from my optimism
and I believed I could change my world
before I learned of my only purpose and folded
shaking hands with fate and bowing under the weight of destiny
I want to split like a splinter from a board
to stop and release myself from my thoughts
regain the hope I lost along the road
and leave this realm behind like a dream
missing the naive days of minimal insight
when I had no recollection to detract from my optimism
and I believed I could change my world
before I learned of my only purpose and folded
shaking hands with fate and bowing under the weight of destiny
Demands
The weeping tears of the poppy call to her like a child
and she rushes to lie down and comfort its demands
in a warm embrace on a bottomless mattress
as they float away together leaving their troubles
on the dirty floor far below.
I call her from her doorstep with shaky hope and tickets
and she answers the phone with tired, slurred excuses
and my aching heart demands that I just drive home
to curl up in a ball on the dirty floor with my troubles
defeated and all alone.
The weeping tears of the poppy call to her like a child
and she rushes to lie down and comfort its demands
in a warm embrace on a bottomless mattress
as they float away together leaving their troubles
on the dirty floor far below.
I call her from her doorstep with shaky hope and tickets
and she answers the phone with tired, slurred excuses
and my aching heart demands that I just drive home
to curl up in a ball on the dirty floor with my troubles
defeated and all alone.
long into evening
when on the beach me and you
in chairs side by side
when the wind dances across
the sand, time just drifting by
.
will we bring our girl
along the next time when we
travel to see the sea
and follow the salt sea air
into dim depths of the past
