Poetry competition CLOSED 16th March 2015 5:41am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
LionheartedLeo
and AscheZuAsche
meaningfull poetry
Luna15
chuckykillin56
Joined 27th Jan 2015
Forum Posts: 7
chuckykillin56
Lost Thinker
Forum Posts: 7
Poetry Contest Description
you will enter a piece of your own work it has to mean something to you i will not be the only one judgeing
LionheartedLeo
Joined 28th Jan 2015
Forum Posts: 5
Strange Creature
Forum Posts: 5
Child of the Muses
life is but a bird on the wing
flying ever faster
soaring through the clouds
into the ever after
child of the muses
why do you even speak
churning words
like water in the sink
why not speak with your hands
like soft twisting clay
you're better at it anyway
self is just an aura
a projection that you choose
imprinting what you love
who cares what you lose?
do you lose?
when you keep what you love
child of the muses
speak what's in your heart
don't mind the brains torks
they were there from the start
every mind is different
down to the soul
every spirit sings a little different you know
freedom is euphoria
an openness of sorts
child of the muses
open your lungs
and breath energy like its air
take hold with your hands
you know it is there
let them guide you on your quest of life
memories are like graphite
in time they will blur
ink the good ones in
bad memories are meant to fade
but the lessons you learn stay
child of the muses
keep the good ones
and set the negatives free
the past is but a whisper
the pain like smoke in the open air
take life by the moment that counts
the flowers bow toward the sun
not the shade
people are but people
no one the same
child of the muses
seek like minds
and hold them like your kin
blood isn't everything
and sometimes bloods not as free
blood doesn't shine like energy
work for your kin
write your words well
life changes like a river turns the land
but in the end it stays true to its name
child of the muses
find what you are called and live by it
child of the muses you will stay the same
child of the muses live like your name
life is but a bird on the wing
flying ever faster
soaring through the clouds
into the ever after
child of the muses
why do you even speak
churning words
like water in the sink
why not speak with your hands
like soft twisting clay
you're better at it anyway
self is just an aura
a projection that you choose
imprinting what you love
who cares what you lose?
do you lose?
when you keep what you love
child of the muses
speak what's in your heart
don't mind the brains torks
they were there from the start
every mind is different
down to the soul
every spirit sings a little different you know
freedom is euphoria
an openness of sorts
child of the muses
open your lungs
and breath energy like its air
take hold with your hands
you know it is there
let them guide you on your quest of life
memories are like graphite
in time they will blur
ink the good ones in
bad memories are meant to fade
but the lessons you learn stay
child of the muses
keep the good ones
and set the negatives free
the past is but a whisper
the pain like smoke in the open air
take life by the moment that counts
the flowers bow toward the sun
not the shade
people are but people
no one the same
child of the muses
seek like minds
and hold them like your kin
blood isn't everything
and sometimes bloods not as free
blood doesn't shine like energy
work for your kin
write your words well
life changes like a river turns the land
but in the end it stays true to its name
child of the muses
find what you are called and live by it
child of the muses you will stay the same
child of the muses live like your name
Luna15
chuckykillin56
Joined 27th Jan 2015
Forum Posts: 7
chuckykillin56
Lost Thinker
Forum Posts: 7
its a good write and you may put as many entrys as you chose LionheartedLeo. thank you for your entry
Anonymous
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RavenofSorrow
Forum Posts: 453
Fire of Insight
6
Joined 19th Jan 2011 Forum Posts: 453
Introspection
I’m looking through myself
To the other side of me
The side that holds all of the things
I tried hard not to see
I see the many patterns
All programmed to repeat
Created by lies
Forming ties
To spell out my defeat
I’ll have to make a change
If one step at a time
The only thing I think is strange
Is I thought I was fine
But now I understand
And I see a little clearer
Maybe now ill see a better man
When looking in the mirror
Objective introspection
I delve a little deeper
Till I can look at my reflection
And say “That man’s a keeper.”
I’m looking through myself
To the other side of me
The side that holds all of the things
I tried hard not to see
I see the many patterns
All programmed to repeat
Created by lies
Forming ties
To spell out my defeat
I’ll have to make a change
If one step at a time
The only thing I think is strange
Is I thought I was fine
But now I understand
And I see a little clearer
Maybe now ill see a better man
When looking in the mirror
Objective introspection
I delve a little deeper
Till I can look at my reflection
And say “That man’s a keeper.”
LionheartedLeo
Joined 28th Jan 2015
Forum Posts: 5
Strange Creature
Forum Posts: 5
Restore
so here i am again
fighting for my right to feel
shaking in the freezing cold
and every vibration seeming frozen
dormant
maybe i should stand
shake off the frost
and stand by the fire to warm
so that i can be free again
my head has felt heavy lately
my heart sunk like a stone
in the cold waters
of a lake as still as the water in my glass
im afraid i might drown
my house holds a negative vibe
but should it really matter
its time to take action
to stand and free my head again
to rescue my own heart from the disparical depths
the winter in my soul melts when i will it to
the vibrations return when i call them
i can free myself from the stress with in
with one slow toke of my vape
i can contemplate the universe
when in a grip of a stone and the touch of a hand
i can feel the life force again
i can free myself again
unlocking the locks that were unlocked before
only i hold the key to my own soul
only i can free my own hand that holds me back
only i can will myself to the warmth i so long for
with a little support from my fam
and a help from lucy
i can be free again
so here i am again
fighting for my right to feel
shaking in the freezing cold
and every vibration seeming frozen
dormant
maybe i should stand
shake off the frost
and stand by the fire to warm
so that i can be free again
my head has felt heavy lately
my heart sunk like a stone
in the cold waters
of a lake as still as the water in my glass
im afraid i might drown
my house holds a negative vibe
but should it really matter
its time to take action
to stand and free my head again
to rescue my own heart from the disparical depths
the winter in my soul melts when i will it to
the vibrations return when i call them
i can free myself from the stress with in
with one slow toke of my vape
i can contemplate the universe
when in a grip of a stone and the touch of a hand
i can feel the life force again
i can free myself again
unlocking the locks that were unlocked before
only i hold the key to my own soul
only i can free my own hand that holds me back
only i can will myself to the warmth i so long for
with a little support from my fam
and a help from lucy
i can be free again
Anonymous
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Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Forum Posts: 2784
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
68
Joined 15th Sep 2011Forum Posts: 2784
- Androgynous Angel -
I am ever, the Androgynous Angel…
The rebel whose crusade is endless!
My voice rings as clear as any bell,
So that: all the past, I might confess.
I am beyond the count of time itself,
Yet bound by time the same as you.
The knowledge of every bookshelf,
Compared to my wisdom, is less true.
I seek love, for my heart is like flame,
My spirit is wreathed in passion’s fire.
Though humble, I have tasted fame…
And became, the victim of my desire.
My wings of light have burned away,
Like a dream from an age long past…
Revealing my soul, in the light of day.
When will my tears dry, at long last?
Darkness and light in balance divine,
Sorrow, and delights beyond count…
Such was my mystery for all of time.
To fathom it, just drink from the font.
I hold the chalice before you, gently!
Drink from it and learn hidden things.
I stand fairly revealed, for all to see…
Bearing my gift, and all that it brings.
The beauty of flowers and of nature,
Where fireflies flit in a summer night.
Within my heart, flows like a river…
All this, and more, in an ancient rite!
Like the cycle of seasons, and ages,
My poetic verses continue in rhythm.
These are not the babbling of sages.
I am ever inspired: by both Heaven,
And mayhap Hell, when so inclined.
I am honest in this, and that is good,
And yet I am lonely; for love I pine!
But I crusade on, oft misunderstood.
I am ever, the Androgynous Angel…
The rebel whose crusade is endless!
My voice rings as clear as any bell,
So that: all the past, I might confess.
I am beyond the count of time itself,
Yet bound by time the same as you.
The knowledge of every bookshelf,
Compared to my wisdom, is less true.
I seek love, for my heart is like flame,
My spirit is wreathed in passion’s fire.
Though humble, I have tasted fame…
And became, the victim of my desire.
My wings of light have burned away,
Like a dream from an age long past…
Revealing my soul, in the light of day.
When will my tears dry, at long last?
Darkness and light in balance divine,
Sorrow, and delights beyond count…
Such was my mystery for all of time.
To fathom it, just drink from the font.
I hold the chalice before you, gently!
Drink from it and learn hidden things.
I stand fairly revealed, for all to see…
Bearing my gift, and all that it brings.
The beauty of flowers and of nature,
Where fireflies flit in a summer night.
Within my heart, flows like a river…
All this, and more, in an ancient rite!
Like the cycle of seasons, and ages,
My poetic verses continue in rhythm.
These are not the babbling of sages.
I am ever inspired: by both Heaven,
And mayhap Hell, when so inclined.
I am honest in this, and that is good,
And yet I am lonely; for love I pine!
But I crusade on, oft misunderstood.
Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Forum Posts: 2784
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
68
Joined 15th Sep 2011Forum Posts: 2784
- The Muse in Me -
As summer ebbs and autumn flows, in the course of the seasons,
I look to find a poetic muse, to grant me her rhyme or reasons…
And so I look to skies above, and pray to gods and angels great!
But not one answer do I hear, nor in divine discourse participate.
For the ways of such beings are unknowable to the mortal mind!
So my muse is not there, either to set free like light or darkly bind.
But that not end my seeking, for I have a heart given to curiosity…
And at the end of my mad, mad search, I find my fair muse in me.
I find my muse, in me!
Upon a dreaming day like this, my pen alights upon the page well,
As I listen to some inner voice, which rings as clear as temple bell.
And as I hear my spirit sing, to form the words that she conveys…
It feels not unlike a prayer, as a child prays in more innocent days.
I am the child, I am the woman, and yet the man too as is needed,
But most of all, I am the hand which guides my pen thus seeded…
With the bloom of poetry, the music of verse, the magic of words!
And at the end of all my writing I have found my fair muse indeed.
I have found my muse, in me!
A poet seeks to spin words of fire, to light imaginations like flame,
Igniting passions, pleasures, and delights that have many a name…
But most of all a poet: seeks to convey what lies within their heart.
And so I seek with all my inner fires, and I craft with all of my art!
The leaves soon shall tumble, from the trees, in gold and red hues,
For that is the magic of the seasons, when such beauty oft ensues.
I had thought to pen something profound, of nature’s quiet dignity,
And though that one line would suffice, I did let my muse run free.
The muse, in me!
As summer ebbs and autumn flows, in the course of the seasons,
I look to find a poetic muse, to grant me her rhyme or reasons…
And so I look to skies above, and pray to gods and angels great!
But not one answer do I hear, nor in divine discourse participate.
For the ways of such beings are unknowable to the mortal mind!
So my muse is not there, either to set free like light or darkly bind.
But that not end my seeking, for I have a heart given to curiosity…
And at the end of my mad, mad search, I find my fair muse in me.
I find my muse, in me!
Upon a dreaming day like this, my pen alights upon the page well,
As I listen to some inner voice, which rings as clear as temple bell.
And as I hear my spirit sing, to form the words that she conveys…
It feels not unlike a prayer, as a child prays in more innocent days.
I am the child, I am the woman, and yet the man too as is needed,
But most of all, I am the hand which guides my pen thus seeded…
With the bloom of poetry, the music of verse, the magic of words!
And at the end of all my writing I have found my fair muse indeed.
I have found my muse, in me!
A poet seeks to spin words of fire, to light imaginations like flame,
Igniting passions, pleasures, and delights that have many a name…
But most of all a poet: seeks to convey what lies within their heart.
And so I seek with all my inner fires, and I craft with all of my art!
The leaves soon shall tumble, from the trees, in gold and red hues,
For that is the magic of the seasons, when such beauty oft ensues.
I had thought to pen something profound, of nature’s quiet dignity,
And though that one line would suffice, I did let my muse run free.
The muse, in me!
BoFantastic
Forum Posts: 333
Thought Provoker
7
Joined 24th Apr 2014Forum Posts: 333
Always Winning
slowly I smile
between her thighs is where I will take
victory
if she won't let me have my way
I'll pull her hair
and bite her neck
she can either get love or get respect
but she can't get a check
I don't play games when it comes to love
I stick and move and sometimes stay stuck
kissing, licking, soft beatings that don't leave bruises
I don't play games
I kick ass and take no shame in taking names
if the panties don't drop
I'll just drill through them with my blunt intention
and I won't stop until I come to a conclusion
and leave her with questions
why did I smile at him?
he seems nice until I got to know him, be alone with him
then he's a beast, he's a brute
but he sure tastes like heaven in my mouth
and that's what life and love is all about
he's a beast, he's a brute
but he doesn't leave a bruise
slowly I smile
between her thighs is where I will take
victory
if she won't let me have my way
I'll pull her hair
and bite her neck
she can either get love or get respect
but she can't get a check
I don't play games when it comes to love
I stick and move and sometimes stay stuck
kissing, licking, soft beatings that don't leave bruises
I don't play games
I kick ass and take no shame in taking names
if the panties don't drop
I'll just drill through them with my blunt intention
and I won't stop until I come to a conclusion
and leave her with questions
why did I smile at him?
he seems nice until I got to know him, be alone with him
then he's a beast, he's a brute
but he sure tastes like heaven in my mouth
and that's what life and love is all about
he's a beast, he's a brute
but he doesn't leave a bruise
Luna15
chuckykillin56
Joined 27th Jan 2015
Forum Posts: 7
chuckykillin56
Lost Thinker
Forum Posts: 7
all of you are great writers
im not lying
but I can only chose one
so far only three of you have my interest in your writing
im not lying
but I can only chose one
so far only three of you have my interest in your writing
Anonymous
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johnrot
Forum Posts: 3645
Tyrant of Words
21
Joined 10th Oct 2012Forum Posts: 3645
keep your egress strategy in mind
there is that star out there
that might not have died yet
guys who get in bar fights,
commit armed robberies
die
at the same times
their mothers and their mother's pit bulls do
cry like isis hostages
it's easy to be cool
say witty shit
about someone who ain't got they game up
as much as you,
yet,
but if you really wanna go
and you bitchin about bullies
you still need to learn
how to handle your fuckin business first anyway
there is that star out there
that might not have died yet
guys who get in bar fights,
commit armed robberies
die
at the same times
their mothers and their mother's pit bulls do
cry like isis hostages
it's easy to be cool
say witty shit
about someone who ain't got they game up
as much as you,
yet,
but if you really wanna go
and you bitchin about bullies
you still need to learn
how to handle your fuckin business first anyway
Anonymous
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Pathospassion
c.d.latin
Forum Posts: 172
c.d.latin
Thought Provoker
8
Joined 1st Feb 2014Forum Posts: 172
CLIFFS
You claimed I am lucky
That my mother sometimes screams at me
Because when your mother is screaming
It sounds like
(Silence)
You said it was a side affect
Of too much cliff dive
This is for all the girls I need to say I'm sorry to
Like that one who claimed to be a pyromaniac with amnesia
Said she collected all my lies and lit them on fire then forgot they existed
But I know that the truth is
sometimes she tucks herself into coffins and blankets because there is no one else there to keep her warm
She never had a star sun moonshine crack cocaine to keep her high enough
To overcome the tsunamis in us
I know I promised that I loved you
But I also said i liked to feel your breasts in hopes that maybe somewhere there was a heartbeat
To make sure there's an anything
You looked better in the dark love
Like a scary movie does
And Hannibal Lecter
Swears I looked edible with the lights off
And was our demotivation
Example
As in we are ant infested dirt
And
We are pain with demons crawling up our throats
We can barely contain them
Had we realized the worth of the ground
We wouldn't have thought we were worth that much
Now I have the audacity to call myself violin
Praise that God even
That left you with too much
Aftermath breath
So much vomit
That reminds you of that man
That refused to get off you when you said no no no
I have betrayed my disbelief
If I am a tree what kind of fruit shall I grow love
I guess I am the tree in the middle of the garden of Eden
And you are that serpent thing
Screaming you shall not surely die
Instead you will be left
To consider your own worthlessness
To try to make yourself violin
And music note
But how do you think
That stuff sounds in hellfire
You know
I spent so much time
Trying not to be my father
I chiseled myself Frankenstein
You see
My father isn't a terrible man
He is harrowing
I never want to be heroin
People being high off of breathing me in
Because I know even my highs
Are summets...cliffs
An apocalypse
I will never have children
My poetry has a tendency
To lead people to
Diving off mountains
When was the last time we spoke
And tell me
Did you stop to think
How easy it would be
To stand on that cliff and slip
Like you slipped into me
I was face down in your belly button
Searching for the origin of things
We still aren't beautiful love
We still have too much demon blood
So be
A pyromaniac with amnesia
Light me on fire
And forget I existed
I'm not a violin
I'm still just cliff diving
I am still not enough for love's hands
Be my interlocking fingers
Be my parachute
Screaming fall slowly
Fall slowly Down into me
Like I fell slowly down into you
Maybe
Just maybe
The cliffs are for landing
With these bird wings
I asked your mother recently
Why I have these hollow bones
And rapid heartbeat
Did I ever tell you what she said to me
Even birds have hollow bones
You were meant for cliff flying
You claimed I am lucky
That my mother sometimes screams at me
Because when your mother is screaming
It sounds like
(Silence)
You said it was a side affect
Of too much cliff dive
This is for all the girls I need to say I'm sorry to
Like that one who claimed to be a pyromaniac with amnesia
Said she collected all my lies and lit them on fire then forgot they existed
But I know that the truth is
sometimes she tucks herself into coffins and blankets because there is no one else there to keep her warm
She never had a star sun moonshine crack cocaine to keep her high enough
To overcome the tsunamis in us
I know I promised that I loved you
But I also said i liked to feel your breasts in hopes that maybe somewhere there was a heartbeat
To make sure there's an anything
You looked better in the dark love
Like a scary movie does
And Hannibal Lecter
Swears I looked edible with the lights off
And was our demotivation
Example
As in we are ant infested dirt
And
We are pain with demons crawling up our throats
We can barely contain them
Had we realized the worth of the ground
We wouldn't have thought we were worth that much
Now I have the audacity to call myself violin
Praise that God even
That left you with too much
Aftermath breath
So much vomit
That reminds you of that man
That refused to get off you when you said no no no
I have betrayed my disbelief
If I am a tree what kind of fruit shall I grow love
I guess I am the tree in the middle of the garden of Eden
And you are that serpent thing
Screaming you shall not surely die
Instead you will be left
To consider your own worthlessness
To try to make yourself violin
And music note
But how do you think
That stuff sounds in hellfire
You know
I spent so much time
Trying not to be my father
I chiseled myself Frankenstein
You see
My father isn't a terrible man
He is harrowing
I never want to be heroin
People being high off of breathing me in
Because I know even my highs
Are summets...cliffs
An apocalypse
I will never have children
My poetry has a tendency
To lead people to
Diving off mountains
When was the last time we spoke
And tell me
Did you stop to think
How easy it would be
To stand on that cliff and slip
Like you slipped into me
I was face down in your belly button
Searching for the origin of things
We still aren't beautiful love
We still have too much demon blood
So be
A pyromaniac with amnesia
Light me on fire
And forget I existed
I'm not a violin
I'm still just cliff diving
I am still not enough for love's hands
Be my interlocking fingers
Be my parachute
Screaming fall slowly
Fall slowly Down into me
Like I fell slowly down into you
Maybe
Just maybe
The cliffs are for landing
With these bird wings
I asked your mother recently
Why I have these hollow bones
And rapid heartbeat
Did I ever tell you what she said to me
Even birds have hollow bones
You were meant for cliff flying