Poetry competition CLOSED 25th June 2012 6:06am
WINNER
drivelicious13 (alon aLion)
drivelicious13 (alon aLion)
RUNNER-UP:
pretty_normal
Nihilism
Grace said:Observer
Watching the days go by
Like flipping papers
In front of candles
Breathing fumes
Of passing trucks
We are all going to die
Maybe we will self-destruct
So whats the use of protesting
Baby’s strapped on car-tops
Or mothers shoving their kids
Into the town pond
Encased in a car no less
Let them do it
Each to each own
A kid brought a gun
To school today
Brought down a teacher
And a dozen others
What was he thinking….
So the country has no money
Tough luck, they spent it all
On guns and killing
young men and woman
Blood spilled on foreign land
Need I care
need you?
Pass the joint
Wait this out
Self-destruct
So?
Thank you grace, for gracing me with your presence and this lovely poem!
Watching the days go by
Like flipping papers
In front of candles
Breathing fumes
Of passing trucks
We are all going to die
Maybe we will self-destruct
So whats the use of protesting
Baby’s strapped on car-tops
Or mothers shoving their kids
Into the town pond
Encased in a car no less
Let them do it
Each to each own
A kid brought a gun
To school today
Brought down a teacher
And a dozen others
What was he thinking….
So the country has no money
Tough luck, they spent it all
On guns and killing
young men and woman
Blood spilled on foreign land
Need I care
need you?
Pass the joint
Wait this out
Self-destruct
So?
Thank you grace, for gracing me with your presence and this lovely poem!
Anonymous
[font=Verdana]nothing
i would drive a sword
through the echoing cunt of the sky,
bleeding clouds like dishtowels or sheep.
the afterbirth of God
would destroy every roof,
and every monk would drown in it.
but, of course, there is no God to abort.
what is this barbarity but a flat metaphor
growing like a hand through mud
in the spare graves of my soul.
we are in constant spiritual pain,
those of us who see the stars
and fail to make them see us too.
i would drive a sword
through the echoing cunt of the sky,
bleeding clouds like dishtowels or sheep.
the afterbirth of God
would destroy every roof,
and every monk would drown in it.
but, of course, there is no God to abort.
what is this barbarity but a flat metaphor
growing like a hand through mud
in the spare graves of my soul.
we are in constant spiritual pain,
those of us who see the stars
and fail to make them see us too.
Heslopian said:[font=Verdana]nothing
i would drive a sword
through the echoing cunt of the sky,
bleeding clouds like dishtowels or sheep.
the afterbirth of God
would destroy every roof,
and every monk would drown in it.
but, of course, there is no God to abort.
what is this barbarity but a flat metaphor
growing like a hand through mud
in the spare graves of my soul.
we are in constant spiritual pain,
those of us who see the stars
and fail to make them see us too.
Savage and agresive. Thank you for participating.(and maybe wining?)
i would drive a sword
through the echoing cunt of the sky,
bleeding clouds like dishtowels or sheep.
the afterbirth of God
would destroy every roof,
and every monk would drown in it.
but, of course, there is no God to abort.
what is this barbarity but a flat metaphor
growing like a hand through mud
in the spare graves of my soul.
we are in constant spiritual pain,
those of us who see the stars
and fail to make them see us too.
Savage and agresive. Thank you for participating.(and maybe wining?)
That All You've got?
Lashing-iridescent, contorting pale-blue on flesh,
"that sky
ripping that sun
across those hills."
For 23 years at best,
you plead, beg, cry dandelions
mowed by lawnmowers in sun.
But there's bleak, and there's this
and this is nothing much like fun.
Oh from a bed too cold for two,
I can collect the fleeting shadows
of the dusky bloating that left this side of our rock
gloating,
floating,
on what's left of polluted street lights.
In the glares of frisky limelight,
that reduced us to all we were made for
self-destructing,
and finding peace with not knowing.
We woodchip on scattered surroundings,
whilst surrounding,
only ever surrounding,
can we do more than just surround?
Or is that fucking it, for this lifetime,
then they can go,
try it out for themselves
see theory:
relativity
drowned,
drowning,
only ever drowning.
Lashing-iridescent, contorting pale-blue on flesh,
"that sky
ripping that sun
across those hills."
For 23 years at best,
you plead, beg, cry dandelions
mowed by lawnmowers in sun.
But there's bleak, and there's this
and this is nothing much like fun.
Oh from a bed too cold for two,
I can collect the fleeting shadows
of the dusky bloating that left this side of our rock
gloating,
floating,
on what's left of polluted street lights.
In the glares of frisky limelight,
that reduced us to all we were made for
self-destructing,
and finding peace with not knowing.
We woodchip on scattered surroundings,
whilst surrounding,
only ever surrounding,
can we do more than just surround?
Or is that fucking it, for this lifetime,
then they can go,
try it out for themselves
see theory:
relativity
drowned,
drowning,
only ever drowning.
Heslopian said:[font=Verdana]nothing
i would drive a sword
through the echoing cunt of the sky,
bleeding clouds like dishtowels or sheep.
the afterbirth of God
would destroy every roof,
and every monk would drown in it.
but, of course, there is no God to abort.
what is this barbarity but a flat metaphor
growing like a hand through mud
in the spare graves of my soul.
we are in constant spiritual pain,
those of us who see the stars
and fail to make them see us too.That was a very powerful poem. I liked it.
i would drive a sword
through the echoing cunt of the sky,
bleeding clouds like dishtowels or sheep.
the afterbirth of God
would destroy every roof,
and every monk would drown in it.
but, of course, there is no God to abort.
what is this barbarity but a flat metaphor
growing like a hand through mud
in the spare graves of my soul.
we are in constant spiritual pain,
those of us who see the stars
and fail to make them see us too.That was a very powerful poem. I liked it.
or why you not?
just look the sickness in this room
what you think that is possible?
we are all surrounded and exposed
does your actions care at all?
happily stuck in this world
dark and depressing
where the lights shine embarrassed
afraid to get nothing at all
what is possible or what is not
I demand your motivation
a little more than inspiration
carrying you toward your dreams
removing the haze living between
keep your eyes in heaven
because your feet are rooted to hell
throw that guilt bathed in fears
life is whatever you ascribe it to be
I cant relax cant feel at ease
A constant commotion’s disturbing the peace
The paper trail leads to my door
I don’t think I can walk it no more
I and I born
into the belly of the system
And worn
by the menace of the system
I conform
just to navigate the system
With all these cults of one
Why bother keep the youth naïve?
Reality strips away all they believe
Confusion reigns in Babylon
Who’ll be best suited to take it all on?
I and I miss
the time before the system
And risk
every step within the system
I subsist
on the excess of the system
How can I justify?
can situations justify?
Never say Never
Never say Always
When it seems that all is lost
Remember perception’s nine-tenths of cause
I’ll keep on prayin`to Myself
Will I continue avoiding The Help?
I and I fight
like good soldiers `gainst the system
And sing
hear I wailing through the system
I and I Sensi
just a bridge out of the system
How soon can it be crossed?
Never say Never
Never say Always
A constant commotion’s disturbing the peace
The paper trail leads to my door
I don’t think I can walk it no more
I and I born
into the belly of the system
And worn
by the menace of the system
I conform
just to navigate the system
With all these cults of one
Why bother keep the youth naïve?
Reality strips away all they believe
Confusion reigns in Babylon
Who’ll be best suited to take it all on?
I and I miss
the time before the system
And risk
every step within the system
I subsist
on the excess of the system
How can I justify?
can situations justify?
Never say Never
Never say Always
When it seems that all is lost
Remember perception’s nine-tenths of cause
I’ll keep on prayin`to Myself
Will I continue avoiding The Help?
I and I fight
like good soldiers `gainst the system
And sing
hear I wailing through the system
I and I Sensi
just a bridge out of the system
How soon can it be crossed?
Never say Never
Never say Always
