Poetry competition CLOSED 29th June 2016 10:28pm
WINNER
snugglebuck
snugglebuck
RUNNER-UP:
Jade-Pandora
Loneliness attack!
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem describing the feeling of loneliness...
I wanna see poems describing the feeling of loneliness or a moment of loneliness or in which actions loneliness can drive us.
I am a fan of metaphors and symbolism, so I'll give credits to such poems.
It can be about whatever situation, loneliness enters everywhere!
For love/erotic poems, I give the song "until you are alone again" from Former Ghosts and the "Lonely day" from System of a Down as an inspiration.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DnGdoEa1tPg
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7gajDcNdA3c
One week
One entry
please new poem so you can enjoy it
Loneliness is not always a bad thing
create your loneliness as you like, be creative
if it's extreme content, please mention it
give it a creative title
keep it a poem
Enjoy the mystery of loneliness!
I am a fan of metaphors and symbolism, so I'll give credits to such poems.
It can be about whatever situation, loneliness enters everywhere!
For love/erotic poems, I give the song "until you are alone again" from Former Ghosts and the "Lonely day" from System of a Down as an inspiration.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DnGdoEa1tPg
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7gajDcNdA3c
One week
One entry
please new poem so you can enjoy it
Loneliness is not always a bad thing
create your loneliness as you like, be creative
if it's extreme content, please mention it
give it a creative title
keep it a poem
Enjoy the mystery of loneliness!
A Perfect Memory
.
It is said that in some cultures
that all water has a memory,
always seeking the way home.
I no longer tend a garden
with my knees caught in the soil,
hands in terra cotta pots,
with my breezy straw hat on
in a bright tenacious sun.
And instead of gaining water
from a chatty spring nearby,
I'm reduced to jelly glasses
in the sink from where I wash,
rinsing moss from where it lies.
And the water from its sources
still can find me where I am,
in my own lone convalescence,
giving me and carrot tops
a chance, at least, at living.
Even here as I find respite
I take comfort from the view,
giving flight outside the window
even though my body's near
and can't join you in the chase.
Yet and still I know I'm bless'd,
not afraid to be alone,
doing anything I want to
in my writing down in verse
where the water always finds me.
.
It is said that in some cultures
that all water has a memory,
always seeking the way home.
I no longer tend a garden
with my knees caught in the soil,
hands in terra cotta pots,
with my breezy straw hat on
in a bright tenacious sun.
And instead of gaining water
from a chatty spring nearby,
I'm reduced to jelly glasses
in the sink from where I wash,
rinsing moss from where it lies.
And the water from its sources
still can find me where I am,
in my own lone convalescence,
giving me and carrot tops
a chance, at least, at living.
Even here as I find respite
I take comfort from the view,
giving flight outside the window
even though my body's near
and can't join you in the chase.
Yet and still I know I'm bless'd,
not afraid to be alone,
doing anything I want to
in my writing down in verse
where the water always finds me.
The Sea, and I
I speak to no one, but
the sea hears my thoughts, and
tumbles them smooth
like popplestones in
the sands.
They all ooze out ugly,
lately,
the words, my
words; I’m more tired
of hearing them, than
everyone else.
I’ve stolen
a bucketful of rocks and
sand
so that I might immerse
myself in them,
at will.
I may never come out;
It’s safe at the sea—there’s
just the rush of tides and
I.
I speak to no one, but
the sea hears my thoughts, and
tumbles them smooth
like popplestones in
the sands.
They all ooze out ugly,
lately,
the words, my
words; I’m more tired
of hearing them, than
everyone else.
I’ve stolen
a bucketful of rocks and
sand
so that I might immerse
myself in them,
at will.
I may never come out;
It’s safe at the sea—there’s
just the rush of tides and
I.
Lonely
a single coin on a pavement
long forgotten by shuffling feet
a bird twittering alone
perched on a leafless bush
a rainy day dawn
water trickling down a stream
a rust coloured falling leaf
azan calling the faithful to prayers
alone in my loneliness
I breath these
cocooned in my aloneness
an amoeba floating
in a galaxy of silence.
a single coin on a pavement
long forgotten by shuffling feet
a bird twittering alone
perched on a leafless bush
a rainy day dawn
water trickling down a stream
a rust coloured falling leaf
azan calling the faithful to prayers
alone in my loneliness
I breath these
cocooned in my aloneness
an amoeba floating
in a galaxy of silence.
February Fourteen
Tequila; started
the self diagnosis
as if the worm
had pinned a PHD
to the bare, barron wall
The results of all tests
scans
and X-rays
lead to the dire
drastic need
A desperate desire
to make her
everyday
a Valentine's day
I knew my truth
could do that
to
the lady
As the cold
draught floating through
the silenced room
hit my skin
Reality hit the center
of my forehead
like an ice cold
frozen
Mopani Worm
There is no
She
or Her
or Him
So everyday will have
to be
my day
celebrated with
the cold bottle
a drowned worm
and a bare
barron
white concrete
wall
-x-
Tequila; started
the self diagnosis
as if the worm
had pinned a PHD
to the bare, barron wall
The results of all tests
scans
and X-rays
lead to the dire
drastic need
A desperate desire
to make her
everyday
a Valentine's day
I knew my truth
could do that
to
the lady
As the cold
draught floating through
the silenced room
hit my skin
Reality hit the center
of my forehead
like an ice cold
frozen
Mopani Worm
There is no
She
or Her
or Him
So everyday will have
to be
my day
celebrated with
the cold bottle
a drowned worm
and a bare
barron
white concrete
wall
-x-
The Lie That Runs My Life
I am a loner
hermit
My happiest moment
is spent
staring at a candle
flame
with the music
background
chiming
I don't want to
fuck your wife
sister
or friend
I don't really need
to impress
20 people
at a party
or have a following
at Sunday
lunch
but I do need
to hide my head
behind
draped curtains
and
incense
keeping my business
my own
-x-
Silent Echoes
Marching bands in high noon
Tunes dancing unbalance scores
Flying in the air like invisible lores
Crowd's in line not to listen nor look
But to be seen and parade and boon
Amidst all the merriment
How come I sulk with detriment
Hair raising air all around
My senses lost its ball and drowned
Hearing and seeing none?
The taste of bitterness
And the touch of warmth
All escaped me out of all the time
Today I am with everyone
But belonged to no one
Tears flood my wrinkled face
So this is how I became?
Above me hovers a slideshow of my life
I've done just about everything
But why do I feel like I'm nothing?
A mallet cracks mortar
Twice and another one
Here it comes, the verdict of my crimes
I need somebody.
Please! Anybody?
Scream, I want to, badly!
But no matter how I try
The battery stays uncharged
My heart is breaking
And no one is watching.
Until it stops.
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Marching bands in high noon
Tunes dancing unbalance scores
Flying in the air like invisible lores
Crowd's in line not to listen nor look
But to be seen and parade and boon
Amidst all the merriment
How come I sulk with detriment
Hair raising air all around
My senses lost its ball and drowned
Hearing and seeing none?
The taste of bitterness
And the touch of warmth
All escaped me out of all the time
Today I am with everyone
But belonged to no one
Tears flood my wrinkled face
So this is how I became?
Above me hovers a slideshow of my life
I've done just about everything
But why do I feel like I'm nothing?
A mallet cracks mortar
Twice and another one
Here it comes, the verdict of my crimes
I need somebody.
Please! Anybody?
Scream, I want to, badly!
But no matter how I try
The battery stays uncharged
My heart is breaking
And no one is watching.
Until it stops.
©All Rights Reserved
Slithering Echo
There is a time of day when
I hear the sound of a distant door open then close and
I feel the echo of loneliness slowly slither up turret stairs
I move towards the balcony to release my golden braids
Praying, then begging for anyone to climb them
To break its spell
To release me from its torment
But no one, nothing, ever appears
Leaving me to drown in...
Loneliness
© Kate Adams 23/6/16
There is a time of day when
I hear the sound of a distant door open then close and
I feel the echo of loneliness slowly slither up turret stairs
I move towards the balcony to release my golden braids
Praying, then begging for anyone to climb them
To break its spell
To release me from its torment
But no one, nothing, ever appears
Leaving me to drown in...
Loneliness
© Kate Adams 23/6/16
A Man Alone
She used to scold him endlessly each day
while tidying up his scattered detritus:
messed-up papers, clothes left crumpled in a heap,
and dishes piled at random in the sink.
But now, as he returns home from an aimless walk,
the newspapers, the dishes and the clothes
remain just as he left them hours before,
and he, un-nagged, will tidy them away
in silence, but for the ticking of the clock,
his only conversation of the day
a muttered ‘Thank you’ to a checkout girl.
She used to scold him endlessly each day
while tidying up his scattered detritus:
messed-up papers, clothes left crumpled in a heap,
and dishes piled at random in the sink.
But now, as he returns home from an aimless walk,
the newspapers, the dishes and the clothes
remain just as he left them hours before,
and he, un-nagged, will tidy them away
in silence, but for the ticking of the clock,
his only conversation of the day
a muttered ‘Thank you’ to a checkout girl.
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airplane
buzzing outside my window
more common than laughter
screeching through closures
my lawn, mowed
waiting for those to walk past
and reach my doorbell
only recognizing my touch
an artifical light reaches my pupils
each visual choking me with their enthusiastic smiles
each arm they wrap around, shoulder by shoulder,
i am strangled by my untouched flesh, devouring me
my refrigerator accompanies me
indulges me with the last thing fullfilling me anymore
swallowing each pathetic thought
nonchalantly, allowing it further inside of me
tonight, my lifeless body drags itself from the kitchen
to the cleaning cabinet
each piercing sip is pushed further with vodka
my thin flesh begins to decay
an airplane is the last whirring voice i hear before i blind my eyes to rest,
praying i never wake.
it scrapes the sky, drawing itself to the ground,
yet it's mark still fades.
what goes above, must fall below.
buzzing outside my window
more common than laughter
screeching through closures
my lawn, mowed
waiting for those to walk past
and reach my doorbell
only recognizing my touch
an artifical light reaches my pupils
each visual choking me with their enthusiastic smiles
each arm they wrap around, shoulder by shoulder,
i am strangled by my untouched flesh, devouring me
my refrigerator accompanies me
indulges me with the last thing fullfilling me anymore
swallowing each pathetic thought
nonchalantly, allowing it further inside of me
tonight, my lifeless body drags itself from the kitchen
to the cleaning cabinet
each piercing sip is pushed further with vodka
my thin flesh begins to decay
an airplane is the last whirring voice i hear before i blind my eyes to rest,
praying i never wake.
it scrapes the sky, drawing itself to the ground,
yet it's mark still fades.
what goes above, must fall below.
Loneliness
The mother of boredom
the cheerleader of insanity
an insane type
but not insane scientist type
Better than being a negative magnet
attracting positive magnets
with an unbreakable bond
a human noose
wrapping slowly around the neck
The only escape being the door
with nobody awaiting
ready for your embrace
in the dark for others
but to you its the only light
Loneliness a comic's secret
to making others laugh
without it none would exist
Just leave loneliness alone
The mother of boredom
the cheerleader of insanity
an insane type
but not insane scientist type
Better than being a negative magnet
attracting positive magnets
with an unbreakable bond
a human noose
wrapping slowly around the neck
The only escape being the door
with nobody awaiting
ready for your embrace
in the dark for others
but to you its the only light
Loneliness a comic's secret
to making others laugh
without it none would exist
Just leave loneliness alone
