Poetry competition CLOSED 29th September 2016 5:32pm
WINNER
Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
RUNNER-UP:
HowlingWhelms
Don't Abandon Me
Picture #8
Lonely Piano
my soundboard
is silenced I need
your hands to bring
back to life my music
would you caress the
ivories of my flesh
and stroke my
ebony hair
everyone
left I am by
myself in this
forsaken place
once there was
bliss and ecstasy
now it’s just silence
and abandoned keys
would you wipe off the
dust and slowly play
me I'm longing to
moan in music
Lonely Piano
my soundboard
is silenced I need
your hands to bring
back to life my music
would you caress the
ivories of my flesh
and stroke my
ebony hair
everyone
left I am by
myself in this
forsaken place
once there was
bliss and ecstasy
now it’s just silence
and abandoned keys
would you wipe off the
dust and slowly play
me I'm longing to
moan in music
#9
House of God Forgotten
The chilled wind whistles through the separated skeleton of the church
Covered in creeping vines threatening to overtake the structure
Once the gathering place of country folk from surrounding counties
Cracked, weathered bell can be glimpsed beyond the paneless window
Glory of the sanctuary has faded as seasons played across the sky
Worn down to bare bones sheltering pews from thunderstorms
Moss encases the hymnals in a dressing of this earth-scented velvet
Steeple remains strengthened by the workmanship of chosen deacons
Wasting away, rotting from the inside out, the harpsichord wails forlornly
Ghosts slip between the alter & the bone chime melody of decayed timber
The cathedral reduced to but a mere shadow of its former self
Just a vestige of an abandoned memory refusing to crumble gracefully.
#9
House of God Forgotten
The chilled wind whistles through the separated skeleton of the church
Covered in creeping vines threatening to overtake the structure
Once the gathering place of country folk from surrounding counties
Cracked, weathered bell can be glimpsed beyond the paneless window
Glory of the sanctuary has faded as seasons played across the sky
Worn down to bare bones sheltering pews from thunderstorms
Moss encases the hymnals in a dressing of this earth-scented velvet
Steeple remains strengthened by the workmanship of chosen deacons
Wasting away, rotting from the inside out, the harpsichord wails forlornly
Ghosts slip between the alter & the bone chime melody of decayed timber
The cathedral reduced to but a mere shadow of its former self
Just a vestige of an abandoned memory refusing to crumble gracefully.[/quote]
Broken face #4
Will you ever finish
what you started
when you promised
you would change
when you promised
your reflection
you would turn
another page
that you would dig deep
into your imotions
to find another way
to break these chains
of this twisted hidden
love of shame
of im sorry i promise
i wont hit you
again
depending
on what i feel
when frustration
becomes my pain
thinking
the only thing
that i can change
is your face
Will you ever finish
what you started
when you promised
you would change
when you promised
your reflection
you would turn
another page
that you would dig deep
into your imotions
to find another way
to break these chains
of this twisted hidden
love of shame
of im sorry i promise
i wont hit you
again
depending
on what i feel
when frustration
becomes my pain
thinking
the only thing
that i can change
is your face
Anonymous
#1
http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned%207%2000.png
the CarrionCrow (s)
he strummed his guitar
right
as the gray of feathered clouds
rolled in
beneath a humbled thunder ~
notes wept in lyrical verses
while the absent of his hands
serenaded a near distance tune
across the solitude
of my bodice, his poetic demeanor
came undone by the sway
of [com]passion
forged by the inks laden
in starlet brown irises
that accepted wholly
the ambiances
of his silent vocal rhythms ~
entranced, had I become
but it is in the docile
of our restless hearts
willing to [un]tangle
the taken of our souls ~ souls
that we wish[ed] to wage war upon
by a single gesture,
a single whisper,
a single caress,
a long distance kiss:
Goodbye
Goodnight
Hello. . .Dev lin
and you
shall never know
this dent, (unintended), imprinted
a spell, my spell bound[ed]
upon a shooting star ~
carrioncrow says the wind;
eyelids daze
your acoustics felt
against my rouge stained lips *sigh*
http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/abandoned%207%2000.png
the CarrionCrow (s)
he strummed his guitar
right
as the gray of feathered clouds
rolled in
beneath a humbled thunder ~
notes wept in lyrical verses
while the absent of his hands
serenaded a near distance tune
across the solitude
of my bodice, his poetic demeanor
came undone by the sway
of [com]passion
forged by the inks laden
in starlet brown irises
that accepted wholly
the ambiances
of his silent vocal rhythms ~
entranced, had I become
but it is in the docile
of our restless hearts
willing to [un]tangle
the taken of our souls ~ souls
that we wish[ed] to wage war upon
by a single gesture,
a single whisper,
a single caress,
a long distance kiss:
Goodbye
Goodnight
Hello. . .Dev lin
and you
shall never know
this dent, (unintended), imprinted
a spell, my spell bound[ed]
upon a shooting star ~
carrioncrow says the wind;
eyelids daze
your acoustics felt
against my rouge stained lips *sigh*
#4 Petrified Scapegoat
Naked and alone
Shivering violently
Thoughts decorate the victim
Tethered and bound
Haunting memories
Of this room
And its overturned
Seemingly wooden chair
Scene depicts imprisoned
Frozen silence
Unique lingering scars
Speak of innocence stolen
Reeking of Terror's
Metallic enzymes
Tortured in captivity
Never allowed
To roam free
Mind captured just as
The body was defiled
Seeking to escape
The whore's horror
Of which I'm confined
These four walls
Hide her secret
From eyes that pry
Trying to loosen
Threads entangled beyond
This suffocating madness
Naked and alone
Shivering violently
Thoughts decorate the victim
Tethered and bound
Haunting memories
Of this room
And its overturned
Seemingly wooden chair
Scene depicts imprisoned
Frozen silence
Unique lingering scars
Speak of innocence stolen
Reeking of Terror's
Metallic enzymes
Tortured in captivity
Never allowed
To roam free
Mind captured just as
The body was defiled
Seeking to escape
The whore's horror
Of which I'm confined
These four walls
Hide her secret
From eyes that pry
Trying to loosen
Threads entangled beyond
This suffocating madness
Why Am I Here - #11
crepe paper heart,
too easily crumpl’d and
thrown away, imprison’d
inside these disgusting
corridors of hers
Why I am here, beating,
storming and howling?
underneath the touch of
puerile tunes,
crashing just before the
third and fourth shattering
sound
growing blanc.. .dying an
inch away from the
crescendo of gods;
Why am I here..
howling, beating and
storming?
snorting solipsist lines,
just to feel overflow’d
un’mythologically as one
with extended sunrises
instead, am granted
sojourns into smells of
insatiable consequence.
measur'd by rays beaming
downwardly-
accentuating all that is
broken, diseased, thus
condition’d by humanity
But I keep reminding her
to never cease breathing,
do not stop breathing
must the universe be more
than bemus’d,
'to know how much weight
is held inside the mouth of
a sensitive soule;'
though I’ve asked: is this
our confirm’d constant’elation?
then why.. . am I here?
Afterall, non other is the
the mouth of her soul, yes
I am only her crepe papier
heart
storming ..howling ..yet
beating my fist against
annihilation,
full of rusted instill’d hope
that she doesn't shut that
door,
..all else doesn’t matter
crepe paper heart,
too easily crumpl’d and
thrown away, imprison’d
inside these disgusting
corridors of hers
Why I am here, beating,
storming and howling?
underneath the touch of
puerile tunes,
crashing just before the
third and fourth shattering
sound
growing blanc.. .dying an
inch away from the
crescendo of gods;
Why am I here..
howling, beating and
storming?
snorting solipsist lines,
just to feel overflow’d
un’mythologically as one
with extended sunrises
instead, am granted
sojourns into smells of
insatiable consequence.
measur'd by rays beaming
downwardly-
accentuating all that is
broken, diseased, thus
condition’d by humanity
But I keep reminding her
to never cease breathing,
do not stop breathing
must the universe be more
than bemus’d,
'to know how much weight
is held inside the mouth of
a sensitive soule;'
though I’ve asked: is this
our confirm’d constant’elation?
then why.. . am I here?
Afterall, non other is the
the mouth of her soul, yes
I am only her crepe papier
heart
storming ..howling ..yet
beating my fist against
annihilation,
full of rusted instill’d hope
that she doesn't shut that
door,
..all else doesn’t matter
A letter to my youth -#4
Sorry I lied to you for all
those years about the
scarlette drippings on the
floor - spawn’d from absence
of love.. .
you see, I apologize for not
telling you to take heed to
inquisitional stories
cursively inscrib’d on walls
You’re right.. . should have
taken better care of you,
instead bathing in toxic
vitriol, but please remember
it wasn't always our fault.
I apologize .. .
for making you pretend that
you were just another
marginal object - yet it was
how we surviv’d to stay safe
& a little secure.. no other
else had the willpower to do
it for us
am hoping there’s a hint
forgive’ness for making you
swallow tears, knowing they
were making you grow
sicker by the day until fetal’d
by night..
sometimes, they were our
only nutritional source, to
stay alive.. .
… .And I’m sorry
for masturbating your
spiritus with externalism
& facetiousness, which
made you fall down inside
shallow’d wells
when I should have been
preventing your precious
creation - but could only do
so much
yes, I’m fucking asham’d .. .
for recognizing you not - as
sadistic seduction turn’d
livid, turning your dreams &
strength feeble while aborting
your divinity’s screams
as the faceless & nameless
stared.. though we must admit,
that it made us into something
else, indescribable.. .some
times un'desirable.. . but I
promise not to enslave you again
Sorry I lied to you for all
those years about the
scarlette drippings on the
floor - spawn’d from absence
of love.. .
you see, I apologize for not
telling you to take heed to
inquisitional stories
cursively inscrib’d on walls
You’re right.. . should have
taken better care of you,
instead bathing in toxic
vitriol, but please remember
it wasn't always our fault.
I apologize .. .
for making you pretend that
you were just another
marginal object - yet it was
how we surviv’d to stay safe
& a little secure.. no other
else had the willpower to do
it for us
am hoping there’s a hint
forgive’ness for making you
swallow tears, knowing they
were making you grow
sicker by the day until fetal’d
by night..
sometimes, they were our
only nutritional source, to
stay alive.. .
… .And I’m sorry
for masturbating your
spiritus with externalism
& facetiousness, which
made you fall down inside
shallow’d wells
when I should have been
preventing your precious
creation - but could only do
so much
yes, I’m fucking asham’d .. .
for recognizing you not - as
sadistic seduction turn’d
livid, turning your dreams &
strength feeble while aborting
your divinity’s screams
as the faceless & nameless
stared.. though we must admit,
that it made us into something
else, indescribable.. .some
times un'desirable.. . but I
promise not to enslave you again
