Poetry competition CLOSED 13th June 2016 11:28am
WINNER
Anonymous
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RUNNER-UP: JohnFeddeler

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headlight_eyes
Lost Thinker
Australia
Joined 25th Apr 2016
Forum Posts: 56

Poetry Contest

this poem should be: short, odd, and as meaningful/meaningless you want.
okey folks here are the rules,

☼ pertaining length -

short can be what you think short is. just don't make it terribly long.

(that is vague. i know.)

☼ topic -

weird, interesting, odd, anything***, it can be a random stream of consciousness, an epic tale about porridge, the life of a cactus, i don't care, just try to avoid cliches and overused topics like:

✦ love/breakup/makeup/

✦ depression/anxiety/'fml kill me plz'/

i'm sure you have a tiny grain of creativity remaining somewhere, hour. ahaha am i funny or what. ({sad oLD mAn joke.|]


!!!!!!! *** please don't make weird/odd/anything involving erotica. sorry. i'm sure someone else has made a competition for that. or you can. just not here. thanks.*** !!!!!!!!


☼ feel free to use weird structure, awkward lettering, and stuff when writing. but try to use correct grammar, otherwise it just gets too confusing and looks like you are very illiterate, instead of what the goal is: pretentious confusing poetry              ((i'm kidding mate))((that, or step up your game))

☼ you have two weeks. have a great time.

☼ three entries max please.

*if you are very confused please message me so i can pretend to know what this competition is about*

Artemios
Thought Provoker
Greece 12awards
Joined 11th Jan 2016
Forum Posts: 393

Lucky (F)ear

As long as parsley
is offered for free
I have nothing to fear.

It’s these unwritten laws
that are minced illegally
making us feel innocents.

Sometimes            our
dirt                         is
double         -        yolk
just                        to
make                    us
feel                 ostensibly
lucky                 people.

russiamagda
Twisted Dreamer
United States 4awards
Joined 20th Mar 2016
Forum Posts: 83

a trip for milk

two nights three nights four
toes hanging off white sheets, dusty and cold
no windows in my room, still freezing to death

melatonin back behind mom's bed
sitting on a white shelf, dusty and cold
psychologist perscribed a common solution
to an uncommon circumstance

my dark pupils match the room's shade
my overhead fan spins, matching my mind, racing and turning towards nothing
a dog at the bus stop spun for a couple minutes until i looked away
sneaking the corner of my eye, returning my attention back, he still spun, chasing his tail
endlessly

drowsy gravity, getting up to the kitchen
the air, known to help me breathe,
is thickeningly suffocating
apartment weather changing, pushing duststorms up narrow nostrils

the cold wooden floors, bare from footsteps
my body drains itself from last night's meal
an utter hollowness of an existence
i flick the kitchen light on

finding my arm, lazily pulling upon the fridge door
a mist of cold air, familiar from each night like this one
a glass of cold milk awakens my tongue
another uneventful evening

crimsin
Unveiling
Tyrant of Words
United States 121awards
Joined 25th Jan 2011
Forum Posts: 2608

Truth In Nonsense

butane eyes belie  
the truth in your excrement  
smeared on the walls of my mind  
 
slithers on the wind  
slimy of hand and heart  
chemically addicted gnat  
 
acidic angel with wire hair  
blood flows from a drunk carpet  
absorbing corruption  
 
cigarette smoking a human  
exhaling the ashy soul  
the tobacco coughs up a turd  
 
the welfare check talks back  
children ringing off the hook  
go unnoticed playing off key notes  
 
river of stone  
flowing nonsense  
from it's garaged nose  
 
housing a white woman  
virgin whore  
whose skin is snow  
 
black of day  
kisses the tarmac  
ears to an empty computer  
 
talking walls  
don't listen to the ramblings  
of a guitar string that has snapped  
 

Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
United States 154awards
Joined 9th Nov 2015
Forum Posts: 5134

ALICE REVISITED
( a Sonnet )

I close my eyes to rest; there's tapestry,
With paisley swirls: wine, mustard, blue & jade.
A glorious pallet of pageantry
To enter in and join the muse parade.

I see the world within as I sink down,
Like Alice in her fall to Wonderland.
A flashing, shining teacup ride with sound,
Accompanied by players in a band.

The time I spend, like Alice, gives me pause,
To speculate just why I'm where I'm at.
But need I question the effect & cause;
I'll simply sit and grin at Cheshire Cat.

I'll have tea with Red Queen and sip my cup,
And wait with Rabbit till we both wake up.

poet Anonymous


Here On Deep Underground, Once

I used to glide in on those waves
collide with the other disconnected minds
we'd drink and spill words
spinning sentences like casino reels
no jackpot would get us a-head
but we pushed every button we could
and found fiends to indulge with

verbs could assault and the right adjective
would heal for a while
as pasts flew through the air
seeking definition
begging appraisal
and pains were ironed onto these pages
to make them more perceptible
moments, years even
given immortality and let go

Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
United States 154awards
Joined 9th Nov 2015
Forum Posts: 5134

CULT

countless fingernails embedded in the
shower stalls that rain down acid

of every nightmare, projected like
the heavily spliced silent newsreels of

bi-plane skylines and Purple Gang massacres
in the bubbled cracklings of deteriorating

nitrate, leaving the blackened outline
of a holocaust victim; the lidless glare

of a strobe filtered through the spider-veined
parchment of its skin, lurching off the
chattering sprockets of vertebrae, and

throwing chaos into a clockwork sluice
that sets in motion the next death star cult

Hepcat61
geoff cat
Dangerous Mind
United States 33awards
Joined 27th Nov 2015
Forum Posts: 1028

ACID BLUE AND YELLOW
(a sonnet)

Attenuated grains of paisley spill
Cast spiderwebbing tungsten on the drive
Rain’s undulating asphalt breathing ‘til
The purple peach grey rills spark dawn’s arrive

We dance to tunes splayed in Donuts Dunkin
In chronic towns of art bands’ lyric paint
Dug mom’s old nightshirt ghost from thrift store bins
Passing through hipster lines like boho saints

In laughter’s peels that bought all into view
The crawls of night play’s blue electric spark
To preach as CLASH tanked/ black bra’d prophets do
As rainbows flow through blood’s electric arc

In morning Mecca’s golden arches plaid
“Goddam, what lizard felching times we had!”


Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
United States 154awards
Joined 9th Nov 2015
Forum Posts: 5134

I was the first balloon in space

Tethered to your finger
Taking my eyes off you
Looking up to heaven

I set you free, you set me free
I was the first balloon in space

Drifting to the music
Dancing with no shoes on
List'ning to you sighing

You set me free, I set you free
I was the first balloon in space

Leaning towards a comet
Skating on the ice rings
Thinking of you smiling

I set you free, you set me free
I was the first balloon in space

Visiting with Pluto
Raining from the Oort cloud
Suddenly there's silence...



You set me free, I set you free
I was the first balloon in space

calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
Tyrant of Words
United States 28awards
Joined 22nd June 2015
Forum Posts: 2047

Mr. Big

She understands nothing
But listens glistening
Lips shine
Mouthing the words lit by
.....your eyes steely intention...

She counts to three
With nod of chin to pushed up tit...

1..anda 2 anda 3...

Hahahaha!!!
Coy grin
Dimpled chin
Fluttered lash
And fade of giggle

Brings silence like a slice of black hole....

Then fade in wiggle
Of curvy hip
And perfect place of finger back to glistening lip....

"Mmm...do help me...i don quite get it..?"
Giggle
Big child eyes to fill
With your dollar bills
And the answers to all her lifes riddles
You do not fiddle round long...

Never one to leave a damsel
In her breasts....

calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
Tyrant of Words
United States 28awards
Joined 22nd June 2015
Forum Posts: 2047

Euphemystically Seeking Float
Losing grasp fast
Losing the matters to me
Shreds me to tattered
If i weren't so tired
I would just up and combust

I need to swing away
Surging the urges
I take one in my night fright
I cannot hit
The dark pillows it

I only head on harder
Faster
And there i rise
Above ground
Feet dangle
Treading air in frustration

Mind twists
Twirls like wings of the cicada
Trapped in tummy
Screams for summer buzz howl

No decompression
Causing wretched expression
A cross twisted grin
Wears Gin

Hair tangles up in rats
Wants to grow long and down
Longs to sweep across ground
Longs for sweet gravity
And Earths touch

I miss the Earth so fucking much

Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)

lepperochan
Craic-Dealer
Guardian of Shadows
Palestine 67awards
Joined 1st Apr 2011
Forum Posts: 14449

Worst thing about summer tan is I have to shave a lot more

"a light"
she said
so I cheked her eyebrows
to make sure
it was a question

and not
some misguided fool
with a deathwish



Carpe_Noctem
Tyrant of Words
Spain 8awards
Joined 3rd Mar 2013
Forum Posts: 2915

Last Night A Flying Monkey

 
It must have been
half past midnight
or was it
mid past halfnight

The still
silent
serenity disturbed
softly at first
like a whispering at the window
Perhaps gentle branches
rustling listlessly in the breeze

Full moon smiles back
tis nothing
someone's imagination made the sound


Stones pelted against glass house shell
louder than words
Shouted in accented capitals
for all to see the true meaning
of thinly veiled threats
and twenty four hour ultimatums


*http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=flying%20monkeys

OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
Dangerous Mind
Philippines 24awards
Joined 15th Feb 2016
Forum Posts: 1470

Confusionism

Psssst. I am confused on why am I confuse
It's confusing.
Why do we ever have to be confused.
I guess clarity is not always clear
Even when it does stares at you
From ear to ear.
And now it's a bit clear why clarity escapes
Making confusion visit my confused being.
I am confused
It's not as confusing anymore
It's clear to see
Confusion is the other half
Of Clarity.
Confused no more!

JohnFeddeler
Tyrant of Words
United States 83awards
Joined 18th Jan 2013
Forum Posts: 325


      surreal


do not linger here,
time is too precious.

do not be misguided
by the evasiveness, serene & shallow;
it may have incalculable depth.
not to engulf, nor consume,
but to allow luxurious breath.

all of our world & our universe
may sojourn here:
all that is unfathomable,
all that we yearn to fathom.

upon its untenable road, we may stumble.
if we gaze at its far horizon,
& do not see art
(as we perceive it)
would we turn away?

we come here merely to explore.

what we find, we may keep.

it has no value,
except what we ascribe to it.





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