Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd November 2014 10:46pm
WINNER
JohnFeddeler
JohnFeddeler
RUNNER-UP:
HHMCameron
Wandering Heart, Gypsy Soul
Poetry Contest Description
See below
Write a poem on whatever comes to mind hearing words like
Adventure
Wandering
Wonder
Renegade
Feeling lost
Etc..
2 entries per poet
Try not to make it too long...
I have the attention span of a peanut
1 week
Feel free to ask questions if anything is unclear
Adventure
Wandering
Wonder
Renegade
Feeling lost
Etc..
2 entries per poet
Try not to make it too long...
I have the attention span of a peanut
1 week
Feel free to ask questions if anything is unclear
the night calls
“for him the night calls
out of the dawn and sunset
who has made poems.” E E Cummings
do not imprison me in a love poem.
I need to wander, in pursuit of art;
to follow the ever hidden, unwritten
passions of my wayward heart.
speak my name, the words that define me.
how many shades of blue can stain a man’s
life? the Alice blue of tears. a tincture of vanity,
royal as any beggar. glaze of solitude (alone by
design), dark as a midnight sky. indigo ink that
bruises the page with these vainglorious words.
like the last minutes of a sunset, I fade ever
more through these days that rain down fire.
and I am already a ghost.
count the nights, and remember that under
the sheets we only shared the selfish yearnings
of the flesh.
do not imprison me, nor call me lover –
what have I ever been for you?
nothing more than a shadow on your heart…
“for him the night calls
out of the dawn and sunset
who has made poems.” E E Cummings
do not imprison me in a love poem.
I need to wander, in pursuit of art;
to follow the ever hidden, unwritten
passions of my wayward heart.
speak my name, the words that define me.
how many shades of blue can stain a man’s
life? the Alice blue of tears. a tincture of vanity,
royal as any beggar. glaze of solitude (alone by
design), dark as a midnight sky. indigo ink that
bruises the page with these vainglorious words.
like the last minutes of a sunset, I fade ever
more through these days that rain down fire.
and I am already a ghost.
count the nights, and remember that under
the sheets we only shared the selfish yearnings
of the flesh.
do not imprison me, nor call me lover –
what have I ever been for you?
nothing more than a shadow on your heart…
Heart and Soul
they run parallel in the mist of time
one in another world the other in this one
they seek each other in different realms
they seek to reunite as seers has it
the cycle of circles they traverse
never finding each other on time
a boom, a flash one is reborn
while the other sway unto death
Heart bleeds for her beloved
trapped in time with another
not yet hers yet belonged together
deaf to her calls he tarries
Soul finds his beloved untrue
remembers a time of true love
in the arms of his Heart
now lost in the circle of cycles
they run together parallel again
Heart in distress listening for him
lost in the fields of forgetfulness
Soul dances with Father Time
Wandering Heart is seeking still
running for the Gypsy Soul
lost in time, in birth and death
forever seeking never meeting.
they run parallel in the mist of time
one in another world the other in this one
they seek each other in different realms
they seek to reunite as seers has it
the cycle of circles they traverse
never finding each other on time
a boom, a flash one is reborn
while the other sway unto death
Heart bleeds for her beloved
trapped in time with another
not yet hers yet belonged together
deaf to her calls he tarries
Soul finds his beloved untrue
remembers a time of true love
in the arms of his Heart
now lost in the circle of cycles
they run together parallel again
Heart in distress listening for him
lost in the fields of forgetfulness
Soul dances with Father Time
Wandering Heart is seeking still
running for the Gypsy Soul
lost in time, in birth and death
forever seeking never meeting.
Where The Road Leads
The restlessness-
Kerouac knew it,
As do I;
The anxious itch
Of wanting to run
Both away and towards…
Towards anything—
Anything that will satisfy
And make it stop,
The endless yearning for “It”,
Whatever “It” is.
Jack’s road was paved with asphalt,
Mine is not yet plowed
Until the Watchman Angel
Releases the trumpet blast—
“Go!”
And then I shall know
Where the road leads,
But will it end my searching?
The restlessness-
Kerouac knew it,
As do I;
The anxious itch
Of wanting to run
Both away and towards…
Towards anything—
Anything that will satisfy
And make it stop,
The endless yearning for “It”,
Whatever “It” is.
Jack’s road was paved with asphalt,
Mine is not yet plowed
Until the Watchman Angel
Releases the trumpet blast—
“Go!”
And then I shall know
Where the road leads,
But will it end my searching?
Chasing the Moon
bound to the night sky
the wind in her hair
freedom courses through her
she leans her wheels
towards the light
of the moon
the highway is now her home
through the dark night
she is destined to roam
the yellow lines
heed the call
she knows not where
this road will
take her
she moves
to the rhythm
of the earth
the radio sings her song
no matter where the road takes
her wandering heart
the journey
can never be too long
bound to the night sky
the wind in her hair
freedom courses through her
she leans her wheels
towards the light
of the moon
the highway is now her home
through the dark night
she is destined to roam
the yellow lines
heed the call
she knows not where
this road will
take her
she moves
to the rhythm
of the earth
the radio sings her song
no matter where the road takes
her wandering heart
the journey
can never be too long
Bohemian Heart
she longs for the heat of the sun
to bleach her golden tresses
to throw seeds of love into the
cool earth
and her heart into the wind
to let her spirit soar as high
as an eagles
to run as free as the wild horses
to burn as hot as a bonfire
circling, dancing to the beat
of love
she wishes to experience
everything with all the passion
in her heart
no matter the consequence
she longs for the heat of the sun
to bleach her golden tresses
to throw seeds of love into the
cool earth
and her heart into the wind
to let her spirit soar as high
as an eagles
to run as free as the wild horses
to burn as hot as a bonfire
circling, dancing to the beat
of love
she wishes to experience
everything with all the passion
in her heart
no matter the consequence
I'll Roam No More
I wandered the streets of the city
Seeking an adventurous liaison
If possible she should be pretty
No matter if she's white, black or asian
An attractive girl gave me a wink
Seemed lonely; so I asked if she might
Join me for a meal and drink
And go together for the night
Our lives had been parallel
Renegade and feeling lost
With incidents hysterical
And actions that exhaust
We felt we were kindred spirits
As into my bed we reclined
Revealing eachothers secrets
With our bodies well entwined
At last I felt my wandering heart
Had found a gypsy soul
We decided that we would never part
Each other to console
I wandered the streets of the city
Seeking an adventurous liaison
If possible she should be pretty
No matter if she's white, black or asian
An attractive girl gave me a wink
Seemed lonely; so I asked if she might
Join me for a meal and drink
And go together for the night
Our lives had been parallel
Renegade and feeling lost
With incidents hysterical
And actions that exhaust
We felt we were kindred spirits
As into my bed we reclined
Revealing eachothers secrets
With our bodies well entwined
At last I felt my wandering heart
Had found a gypsy soul
We decided that we would never part
Each other to console
nomadic
This time too it’s no different
Only that it blooms out of the blues, as always
Like pitch black shadows sandwiched in no moon nights
Something goes down as steps stamp that trigger spot
Somewhere from its base it shakes subtly
Long grinding note of million mixed echoes deepens as if it never ends
It's sharp disappearance mysteriously goes undefined, unidentified
Yet reminding of that notable husky performance coinciding quickly rocketing air lift of anaemic heels
That thickened surround sound digs in a chronic déjà vu
Pours in fluid memories of long seeded figments
Of an erroneous phase crossed in repeats
Of unfinished dreams, non endeavoured spaces
Of devouring love, unreachable point of nearness
Of forgotten sleep in painlashes holding unblinking heaviness
Reminders born in its meeting moment, of a still left journey defying time?
Dashes out balled up rigidity filling throats to thighs in non-emetic silence
Feel those slips under wrapped up cracked feet
Sailing away may be the way, freely along, fairly afar
Drifting plinth(s) of newer worlds.
P.s: this one an older write, hope its allowed:) wl try to post a new write too if i do.
This time too it’s no different
Only that it blooms out of the blues, as always
Like pitch black shadows sandwiched in no moon nights
Something goes down as steps stamp that trigger spot
Somewhere from its base it shakes subtly
Long grinding note of million mixed echoes deepens as if it never ends
It's sharp disappearance mysteriously goes undefined, unidentified
Yet reminding of that notable husky performance coinciding quickly rocketing air lift of anaemic heels
That thickened surround sound digs in a chronic déjà vu
Pours in fluid memories of long seeded figments
Of an erroneous phase crossed in repeats
Of unfinished dreams, non endeavoured spaces
Of devouring love, unreachable point of nearness
Of forgotten sleep in painlashes holding unblinking heaviness
Reminders born in its meeting moment, of a still left journey defying time?
Dashes out balled up rigidity filling throats to thighs in non-emetic silence
Feel those slips under wrapped up cracked feet
Sailing away may be the way, freely along, fairly afar
Drifting plinth(s) of newer worlds.
P.s: this one an older write, hope its allowed:) wl try to post a new write too if i do.
Craigslust
It’s not about the butterflies
anymore as le papillons
have flown from my mouth
the last time I gasped
in orgasm when I wore
a young man’s radical
rags trolling Greenwich
Village hoping to find
a woman lost in the same
delirious dream as me.
The stakes are so much
less romantic these days
as pressed shirts and pants
and a newly washed sedan
transfer happiness only
temporarily and now I cruise
the internet for sex till all
hours of the morning to find
someone as hopelessly in lust
with dreams as dead as me.
It’s not about the butterflies
anymore as le papillons
have flown from my mouth
the last time I gasped
in orgasm when I wore
a young man’s radical
rags trolling Greenwich
Village hoping to find
a woman lost in the same
delirious dream as me.
The stakes are so much
less romantic these days
as pressed shirts and pants
and a newly washed sedan
transfer happiness only
temporarily and now I cruise
the internet for sex till all
hours of the morning to find
someone as hopelessly in lust
with dreams as dead as me.
The Wanderlust You Find
Of lonely
wandering souls
there are certain things
that one knows
down
down
concealed
in the deepest depths
are core truths
that
not all who wander
should be considered lost
when who but the feet
walk those rocky paths
So alone
not even the birds song
could silence
the thud
thudding
of the heart drumming
that beat
marching onwards
Home
wherever the heart may roam
be it love
of ever changing sunsets
or in the arms
of the one
together
watching the moon chase the sun
in all the wyld wide world
there is naught but one
that calls me to a home
that i have never seen
.
in the time where the clock has no meaning
i mean to find my way to the roads
never seeing the sunset
twice in the same place again
.
would that you could be with me
with her, and with he
we might find forever
riding the roads in time
.
from one one coast to another
hearing the wolves serenade
as we sojourn through forests
your hand fast in mine
.
one more dance to forever
as my mind and eyes dim
all i will remember
is your warm embrace,
.
as my mind wanders off again
there is naught but one
that calls me to a home
that i have never seen
.
in the time where the clock has no meaning
i mean to find my way to the roads
never seeing the sunset
twice in the same place again
.
would that you could be with me
with her, and with he
we might find forever
riding the roads in time
.
from one one coast to another
hearing the wolves serenade
as we sojourn through forests
your hand fast in mine
.
one more dance to forever
as my mind and eyes dim
all i will remember
is your warm embrace,
.
as my mind wanders off again
Anonymous
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Awkward World
They red sky was as peaceful with no sign of rain,
Lightening roared,
Thunder flashed with yellow lights,
The green clouds never gathered,
They just appeared in a second,
Gosh!!!
Another seven or more days of continous rain.
I've got a long way to go,
I've got to cross the purple river,
Walk along the black desert,
Taking a shelter under the white trees is rather deceptive,
I'd better keep running on my heels,
Falling and rising,
Not minding the bruises and the blue blood all over my body.
Herds men struggled with their pink cows down the valley,
Orange birds flying backwards to their various nests,
Green dogs howling like planes were flying o're the skies,
A rain stone hit me hard,
The rains had begun,
My escape route was waking up
I was pro'bly in a wander land dreaming an awkward world...
They red sky was as peaceful with no sign of rain,
Lightening roared,
Thunder flashed with yellow lights,
The green clouds never gathered,
They just appeared in a second,
Gosh!!!
Another seven or more days of continous rain.
I've got a long way to go,
I've got to cross the purple river,
Walk along the black desert,
Taking a shelter under the white trees is rather deceptive,
I'd better keep running on my heels,
Falling and rising,
Not minding the bruises and the blue blood all over my body.
Herds men struggled with their pink cows down the valley,
Orange birds flying backwards to their various nests,
Green dogs howling like planes were flying o're the skies,
A rain stone hit me hard,
The rains had begun,
My escape route was waking up
I was pro'bly in a wander land dreaming an awkward world...
