Poetry competition CLOSED 1st August 2015 1:11am
WINNER
lolnotfunny
lolnotfunny
RUNNER-UP:
Solomon_Song
Poem about a du user or friend
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem about the last one du posting or a du friend.
Hello,
- You can submit 2 poems, one about a friend in this forum, you must name him or her, or one about the person who the last post was made. This one will give more points.
- You can base a poem about him/her if is a friend or him/her about her avatar or poems posted, you can flame or like him or her but still name who. This is not supposed to be a flaming competition.
- You can submit 2 poems, one about a friend in this forum, you must name him or her, or one about the person who the last post was made. This one will give more points.
- You can base a poem about him/her if is a friend or him/her about her avatar or poems posted, you can flame or like him or her but still name who. This is not supposed to be a flaming competition.
Anonymous
admin
Looking and looking at your pic,
You could be a male for what i know.
Just the eyes is what i do remember,
How many times did you hear how pretty are you?
From other fake users.
A fat woman in real life trying to hide herself,
Trying to look good by showing the best of her
Picture, pic, after how many tries?
Glad there is no a nice body,
With behind an opened toilet,
Not flushed.
How sad.
Call me a freaky or whatever,
What do you think i want from this?
Nothing, but i did not know
Who with starting from this shit.
And no matter the smile
As i do hate it.
Good eyes nice girl,
But i wont trust a pic.
Wonder how do you look in real,
inside yourself,
Please not a male or i will vomit right now.
Looking and looking at your pic,
You could be a male for what i know.
Just the eyes is what i do remember,
How many times did you hear how pretty are you?
From other fake users.
A fat woman in real life trying to hide herself,
Trying to look good by showing the best of her
Picture, pic, after how many tries?
Glad there is no a nice body,
With behind an opened toilet,
Not flushed.
How sad.
Call me a freaky or whatever,
What do you think i want from this?
Nothing, but i did not know
Who with starting from this shit.
And no matter the smile
As i do hate it.
Good eyes nice girl,
But i wont trust a pic.
Wonder how do you look in real,
inside yourself,
Please not a male or i will vomit right now.
Anonymous
~ For RevolutionAL, a friend who I've known since the beginning ~
If I
were
to sing
of rain,
I'd write
lyrics
of the
unspoken
collect
complex
notes in
mason jars
beneath
my ribs,
where
history
convenes
engrave
your verses
on my
hollowed
bones,
where I
keep them
wholly
resolute;
silently
peculiar.
Warm.
If I
were
to sing
of rain,
I'd write
lyrics
of the
unspoken
collect
complex
notes in
mason jars
beneath
my ribs,
where
history
convenes
engrave
your verses
on my
hollowed
bones,
where I
keep them
wholly
resolute;
silently
peculiar.
Warm.
Miss_Sub said:~ For RevolutionAL, a friend who I've known since the beginning ~
If I
were
to sing
of rain,
I'd write
lyrics
of the
unspoken
collect
complex
notes in
mason jars
beneath
my ribs,
where
history
convenes
engrave
your verses
on my
hollowed
bones,
where I
keep them
wholly
resolute;
silently
peculiar.
Warm.
Oh my word! How magnificent!
Thank You Li'll Missy, you are awesomeness!
If I
were
to sing
of rain,
I'd write
lyrics
of the
unspoken
collect
complex
notes in
mason jars
beneath
my ribs,
where
history
convenes
engrave
your verses
on my
hollowed
bones,
where I
keep them
wholly
resolute;
silently
peculiar.
Warm.
Oh my word! How magnificent!
Thank You Li'll Missy, you are awesomeness!
Anonymous
For Typhoid Mary
sung to tune of Jeff Lynne's "Do Ya"
Mary, Do You Want My Love?
On this site I've seen all kinds of crazy, woman
I've seen nosebleeds swallowed by a midnight tongue,
I've seen pig foot ream a beat butt in 666 flaming ads
and dick like Bill the cat had just taken his last spat. *ACK!*
I’ve seen burnt rope thongs in ass cracks and hemp neck tie
And I've seen a long lobotomy needle in a vampire eye
But I never seen nothing like you.
[CHORUS]
Typhoid Mary, be my love?
Mary, can I eat your flower?
Mary sweet as cherry face
Typhoid Mary, be my love?
Well I, heard the perverts poets screaming out in rage,
as they smeared their peanut butter smutter over every page
I heard fake preachers bangin' Bibles on the jungle bums,
and I heard the rappers playin' with wet pisstol in their whistle, hon,
But I never heard nothin' like you.
On the nude beach where the sea gulls are laughing
the lifeguard chick lays you down
In soft silver surf
They come a'runnin' just to get a load, just to
watch your lips lock, your breasts rise full,
They don't give a damn...
But I really do care if you live
[CHORUS -- repeat]
Well I think you know what I'm trying to say,
That is I'd like to save you only for myself you know
Take you to an island by a Blue Lagoon and lei you with Hibiscus
then watch moon monkeys play with coconuts we throw.
sung to tune of Jeff Lynne's "Do Ya"
Mary, Do You Want My Love?
On this site I've seen all kinds of crazy, woman
I've seen nosebleeds swallowed by a midnight tongue,
I've seen pig foot ream a beat butt in 666 flaming ads
and dick like Bill the cat had just taken his last spat. *ACK!*
I’ve seen burnt rope thongs in ass cracks and hemp neck tie
And I've seen a long lobotomy needle in a vampire eye
But I never seen nothing like you.
[CHORUS]
Typhoid Mary, be my love?
Mary, can I eat your flower?
Mary sweet as cherry face
Typhoid Mary, be my love?
Well I, heard the perverts poets screaming out in rage,
as they smeared their peanut butter smutter over every page
I heard fake preachers bangin' Bibles on the jungle bums,
and I heard the rappers playin' with wet pisstol in their whistle, hon,
But I never heard nothin' like you.
On the nude beach where the sea gulls are laughing
the lifeguard chick lays you down
In soft silver surf
They come a'runnin' just to get a load, just to
watch your lips lock, your breasts rise full,
They don't give a damn...
But I really do care if you live
[CHORUS -- repeat]
Well I think you know what I'm trying to say,
That is I'd like to save you only for myself you know
Take you to an island by a Blue Lagoon and lei you with Hibiscus
then watch moon monkeys play with coconuts we throw.
Anonymous
Peoples hurry up this is a good competition, not having anything to write about someone in here it does not matter, do like i did write about his or her avatar, his or her avatar or poems this is real what matters in this competition, or someone you feel like to dedicate a poem after many years. I want forum name no care about real stuffs, I did start with the admin, but what do you think i care about the admin. Camon put more effort i do not give cheap prizes got it.
On this place I have seen all sorts of monsters.
The ones that crawl into your lives, and sneak under your bed.
The ones that fool you with a smile.
The ones that want you.
The ones that lust for you.
I have made all sorts of friends.
The ones that are older.
The ones that are younger.
The ones that are the same age.
The ones that giggle.
The ones that frown.
The ones that care
And the ones that leave.
And that's where you are different.
For you see... You didn't leave.
You stayed when I needed you the most.
When I needed some inspiration.
Through dark and good.
For a good laugh, and for a good tear.
Thank you, Manical Mark.
The ones that crawl into your lives, and sneak under your bed.
The ones that fool you with a smile.
The ones that want you.
The ones that lust for you.
I have made all sorts of friends.
The ones that are older.
The ones that are younger.
The ones that are the same age.
The ones that giggle.
The ones that frown.
The ones that care
And the ones that leave.
And that's where you are different.
For you see... You didn't leave.
You stayed when I needed you the most.
When I needed some inspiration.
Through dark and good.
For a good laugh, and for a good tear.
Thank you, Manical Mark.
Anonymous
(for HadesRising. . .a true Prince of Darkness)
Fan
I'm your misery
who stalks your company
when the moon is at its fullest
when it burns at its brightest at its highest
your #1 fan
True, I am just a lonely soul
a lonely soul
empty of self-control
'cause the hunt of your words
thrill me
the fire in your writes
chill me;
baby, you are everything
I admire
and everything
I despise;
and
there's no poetic way
to describe you
no poetic way
to entice you;
I cannot
out prose you
I cannot
out poem you;
your strength
in verse
is not enough weakness
to reverse
my stalking you;
and
you would think
that I'm the problem
to a resolution with no absolution
when in reality
the curse
is in your ink.
Fan
I'm your misery
who stalks your company
when the moon is at its fullest
when it burns at its brightest at its highest
your #1 fan
True, I am just a lonely soul
a lonely soul
empty of self-control
'cause the hunt of your words
thrill me
the fire in your writes
chill me;
baby, you are everything
I admire
and everything
I despise;
and
there's no poetic way
to describe you
no poetic way
to entice you;
I cannot
out prose you
I cannot
out poem you;
your strength
in verse
is not enough weakness
to reverse
my stalking you;
and
you would think
that I'm the problem
to a resolution with no absolution
when in reality
the curse
is in your ink.
Anonymous
*******************
Anonymous
IRON FEARS
Night train howls madly; lanterns of the dead
flash in its windows as it thunders
through foul tunnel of wayward dreams passing.
Far from cautious yellows and warning reds,
a dirty shadow of a man plunges into wet flesh,
an inky bent railroad spike in a stark well of terror.
Bruised skin falls in clouds of ash
but sharp pain never leaves his grasp
even as he streaks his calloused fingerprints
upon the frozen face of ghostly desire.
Demons still squirming uneaten in his grit teeth,
he emerges from malformed, steel skeleton,
to stand in cold rain, because it gives him shivers
just to feel something beyond his control.
The bridge will hide him from accusing eyes
as he sips pensively the muddy waters running beneath...
until the next express comes, crushing rapidly down poor carvings,
threatening to scatter blood and memories in his bowed head...
and I will set aside my police cap
to lay black moonflowers mourning
over the hard-worn soles he leaves behind.
Night train howls madly; lanterns of the dead
flash in its windows as it thunders
through foul tunnel of wayward dreams passing.
Far from cautious yellows and warning reds,
a dirty shadow of a man plunges into wet flesh,
an inky bent railroad spike in a stark well of terror.
Bruised skin falls in clouds of ash
but sharp pain never leaves his grasp
even as he streaks his calloused fingerprints
upon the frozen face of ghostly desire.
Demons still squirming uneaten in his grit teeth,
he emerges from malformed, steel skeleton,
to stand in cold rain, because it gives him shivers
just to feel something beyond his control.
The bridge will hide him from accusing eyes
as he sips pensively the muddy waters running beneath...
until the next express comes, crushing rapidly down poor carvings,
threatening to scatter blood and memories in his bowed head...
and I will set aside my police cap
to lay black moonflowers mourning
over the hard-worn soles he leaves behind.
For Souladareatease
the owls that hoot from trees beyond
show you the fantasy world
though only you can see...
within the cracks of time and space
you marvel in sights that none can glimpse
the doe that walks upon your lawn
feeds off the grass and food strewn
by gentle hands with calloused palms
listening to songs beneath the sounds
laughing to laughter that none can hear
on calm nights when wind do sough
you wave at passing unicorns
listen to tinkling bells on Dottie's neck
marveling at smiles of Noon and brother Midnight
teaching Xena how to cut the cards
the songs of the wild on doorsteps
reigns within your own kingdom
holding your sceptre and the crown
worn invisible on flowing locks
obeisance from brother Buck
a look of love from Dottie Doe
the songs by flitting populace
and waddling inhabitants
of hyacinth lake....
from there and more beyond
they love you well.
.
the owls that hoot from trees beyond
show you the fantasy world
though only you can see...
within the cracks of time and space
you marvel in sights that none can glimpse
the doe that walks upon your lawn
feeds off the grass and food strewn
by gentle hands with calloused palms
listening to songs beneath the sounds
laughing to laughter that none can hear
on calm nights when wind do sough
you wave at passing unicorns
listen to tinkling bells on Dottie's neck
marveling at smiles of Noon and brother Midnight
teaching Xena how to cut the cards
the songs of the wild on doorsteps
reigns within your own kingdom
holding your sceptre and the crown
worn invisible on flowing locks
obeisance from brother Buck
a look of love from Dottie Doe
the songs by flitting populace
and waddling inhabitants
of hyacinth lake....
from there and more beyond
they love you well.
.
DevlinDLC said:(for HadesRising. . .a true Prince of Darkness)
Fan
I'm your misery
who stalks your company
when the moon is at its fullest
when it burns at its brightest at its highest
your #1 fan
True, I am just a lonely soul
a lonely soul
empty of self-control
'cause the hunt of your words
thrill me
the fire in your writes
chill me;
baby, you are everything
I admire
and everything
I despise;
and
there's no poetic way
to describe you
no poetic way
to entice you;
I cannot
out prose you
I cannot
out poem you;
your strength
in verse
is not enough weakness
to reverse
my stalking you;
and
you would think
that I'm the problem
to a resolution with no absolution
when in reality
the curse
is in your ink.
This still takes my breath away every time I read it. Thank you again, Devlin
Fan
I'm your misery
who stalks your company
when the moon is at its fullest
when it burns at its brightest at its highest
your #1 fan
True, I am just a lonely soul
a lonely soul
empty of self-control
'cause the hunt of your words
thrill me
the fire in your writes
chill me;
baby, you are everything
I admire
and everything
I despise;
and
there's no poetic way
to describe you
no poetic way
to entice you;
I cannot
out prose you
I cannot
out poem you;
your strength
in verse
is not enough weakness
to reverse
my stalking you;
and
you would think
that I'm the problem
to a resolution with no absolution
when in reality
the curse
is in your ink.
This still takes my breath away every time I read it. Thank you again, Devlin
hadesrising he is dark
mysterious
and a witch
two eyes not his eyes
two eyes
black
white
and sinister
not his eyes
"lets take a walk on the dark side"
but when you are not scared of the dark per say
but what's in the dark is what you are actually afraid of
do you think you will go?
leave your friends?
family?
people who love you
care about you
for a walk
to the dark side
I know it draws you in
Those eyes
coming out of the darkness
fight it
fight the erg because wen you leave the light
you enter the dark
and those sinister eyes
take over your body
mysterious
and a witch
two eyes not his eyes
two eyes
black
white
and sinister
not his eyes
"lets take a walk on the dark side"
but when you are not scared of the dark per say
but what's in the dark is what you are actually afraid of
do you think you will go?
leave your friends?
family?
people who love you
care about you
for a walk
to the dark side
I know it draws you in
Those eyes
coming out of the darkness
fight it
fight the erg because wen you leave the light
you enter the dark
and those sinister eyes
take over your body
Anonymous
Those writing poems without saing a name, i mean a forum name, will get no points at all, the competition is about DU and just DU the next time I'll make sure rules are fixed well.
- - - LOST IN HER IMAGINATION - - -
She comes to me, nightly
To tantalize and mesmerize
With her whispered words
Of wicked ways and seduction
She seduces the clock
To paralyze and jeopardize
My sanity's wards
I am eager to escape
Inside your imagination
Bring me back again
The haven inside
The raven resides
Spitting tales worthy
Of haunted moors
The madness beside
The darkness refined
I come to witness
Ink dipped in lament
She visits me splendors
To mesmerize and paralyze
With words rich and full
Of wicked ways and seduction
Lo, she teases the night
To jeopardize and tantalize
The running of bulls
That trample the dreaming sheep
Lost in my imagination
Take me back again
(c) 2015 Frank Green
For DevlinDLC
She comes to me, nightly
To tantalize and mesmerize
With her whispered words
Of wicked ways and seduction
She seduces the clock
To paralyze and jeopardize
My sanity's wards
I am eager to escape
Inside your imagination
Bring me back again
The haven inside
The raven resides
Spitting tales worthy
Of haunted moors
The madness beside
The darkness refined
I come to witness
Ink dipped in lament
She visits me splendors
To mesmerize and paralyze
With words rich and full
Of wicked ways and seduction
Lo, she teases the night
To jeopardize and tantalize
The running of bulls
That trample the dreaming sheep
Lost in my imagination
Take me back again
(c) 2015 Frank Green
For DevlinDLC
