Poetry competition CLOSED 28th February 2013 11:26pm
WINNER
Mourningcloak
Mourningcloak
RUNNER-UP:
jaspersilence
Dwellers
PUSHING SARAH
Pretty little patience.
A matador,I am.
In this filthy little basement,
it matters only,that I can.
Eyes have rolled to white.
She won't forget this dream.
A phobic fear of night.
The blood,the missing teeth.
A doll of voodoo pins.
I move her to the chair.
whispering the sin.
My skin,under her nails.
"Isn't this what you wanted?"
Through drooling words I hear.
What sounded like a"yes."
I'm coming in my dear.
She pretends,an act to fight me,
what little strength she has.
Her tears of vivid beauty.
Her bleeding fragile hands.
I spell the words upon her flesh.
"You love me baby don't you?"
The hum of distant ambient,
voices coming through.
The steps and door to heaven,
only 4 feet away.
The crack leaks my enjoyment.
To the others,that calmly wait.
Be patient little friends.
Keep quiet,you shall see.
This could be the end.
Or a beautiful beginning.
The voices grow in volume.
"Move her,touch her,push."
"STAY THERE INSIDE THE BACKROOM!"
"ALL IN TIME,NOW HUSH!"
This time I am afraid,
I'm far from in control.
Poor Sarah felt my rage.
Well...seven more to go;)
Pretty little patience.
A matador,I am.
In this filthy little basement,
it matters only,that I can.
Eyes have rolled to white.
She won't forget this dream.
A phobic fear of night.
The blood,the missing teeth.
A doll of voodoo pins.
I move her to the chair.
whispering the sin.
My skin,under her nails.
"Isn't this what you wanted?"
Through drooling words I hear.
What sounded like a"yes."
I'm coming in my dear.
She pretends,an act to fight me,
what little strength she has.
Her tears of vivid beauty.
Her bleeding fragile hands.
I spell the words upon her flesh.
"You love me baby don't you?"
The hum of distant ambient,
voices coming through.
The steps and door to heaven,
only 4 feet away.
The crack leaks my enjoyment.
To the others,that calmly wait.
Be patient little friends.
Keep quiet,you shall see.
This could be the end.
Or a beautiful beginning.
The voices grow in volume.
"Move her,touch her,push."
"STAY THERE INSIDE THE BACKROOM!"
"ALL IN TIME,NOW HUSH!"
This time I am afraid,
I'm far from in control.
Poor Sarah felt my rage.
Well...seven more to go;)
SHE
she slipped into my thoughts, when I wasn't looking
and nestled in amongst my fears
now her whispers echo, as I try to sleep
and during midnight hours she pries my mind awake
the figure in the corner, I try to ignore her
and my traitorous eyes refuse to wander
she moves malicious, grotesquely, teeth gleaming in hate
and takes an unseen step toward me
the heat of her breath, warming my cheek
and if I inhale I'll take her in
this apparition strokes my flesh, greedy, hungry for pain
and a scream rises inside me as I feel her
weight settles on my hips, putrid breath on my lips
and hard harsh fingers push and ply
my weak and trembling arms, trapped in iron grasp
and helplessly and silent I cry
she leaves my discarded shell, naked, unmoving
and empty eyes staring into nothingness
crude bruises in the morning, wrists, thighs
and still my room awaits another sleepless night
- Witch of the Woods -
Her garments long and as black as night,
Move silently, in the absence of the light.
Silently, she winds her hungering way…
To find living flesh, upon which to prey!
In woods where only the foolish do go,
She waits unseen where shadows grow.
Even children are not safe, in her claws,
Nor the rat, which upon corpses gnaws!
Seeking to steal souls to keep her youth,
To stave off the ugliness of her untruth…
Her fingers knock upon old hollow trees.
To match the shakings of: scared knees!
In woods where madmen had their hour,
When the horned moon reveals a power.
That is when she comes, to drink blood,
And to steal the souls, to slake the flood;
Of time which ravages her hard visage…
As hard as a mountain rough and savage.
And so with a lust for what she once had,
Her claws drink deep, to drive men mad.
Twisting twigs and breaking bones apart,
The witch of the woods had not a heart…
And she tears one from a sleeping fellow.
Her cackling a song not gentle or mellow,
But shrill as the banshee who wails loud…
Beware the witch who wears the shroud!
Her garments long and as black as night,
Move silently, in the absence of the light.
Silently, she winds her hungering way…
To find living flesh, upon which to prey!
In woods where only the foolish do go,
She waits unseen where shadows grow.
Even children are not safe, in her claws,
Nor the rat, which upon corpses gnaws!
Seeking to steal souls to keep her youth,
To stave off the ugliness of her untruth…
Her fingers knock upon old hollow trees.
To match the shakings of: scared knees!
In woods where madmen had their hour,
When the horned moon reveals a power.
That is when she comes, to drink blood,
And to steal the souls, to slake the flood;
Of time which ravages her hard visage…
As hard as a mountain rough and savage.
And so with a lust for what she once had,
Her claws drink deep, to drive men mad.
Twisting twigs and breaking bones apart,
The witch of the woods had not a heart…
And she tears one from a sleeping fellow.
Her cackling a song not gentle or mellow,
But shrill as the banshee who wails loud…
Beware the witch who wears the shroud!
Eight Leg's
Walking down an old forest path
The morning air so clean and fresh
A warm breeze caresses your smiling face
Then see, a spectrum of sparkling color's ahead?,
Beautiful you think as you draw near
Dew laced threads lit by the early sun
Hanging delicately, hinged to so many tree's
Such an intricate form of entrancing beauty!,
From within it emerges a wailful moan
Stepping closer to see a familiar face
That looks past you in sickened terror
His body hanging, stuck in the massive web,
"Eight Leg's is coming", he sickly moan's
You hear it scurrying behind you and know
Eight Leg's is coming; Eight Leg's come's home.
Walking down an old forest path
The morning air so clean and fresh
A warm breeze caresses your smiling face
Then see, a spectrum of sparkling color's ahead?,
Beautiful you think as you draw near
Dew laced threads lit by the early sun
Hanging delicately, hinged to so many tree's
Such an intricate form of entrancing beauty!,
From within it emerges a wailful moan
Stepping closer to see a familiar face
That looks past you in sickened terror
His body hanging, stuck in the massive web,
"Eight Leg's is coming", he sickly moan's
You hear it scurrying behind you and know
Eight Leg's is coming; Eight Leg's come's home.
Zombie Sonnet
When the dead rise from their warm resting place,
they hunger for insides, bones, and brains
their teeth start tearing the flesh from your face
eating your body till noting remains.
Though they look alive stumbling around
see the flesh falling off their rotting bone?
some have no legs so they crawl on the ground
I can hear every noise, I'm not alone.
There is only one way for me to live
I can't always run from the walking dead
I'll need something strong, better then a shive
a blunt object to bash them in the head.
Should I stay and be the one to fight?
or should I fade away in warming light?
When the dead rise from their warm resting place,
they hunger for insides, bones, and brains
their teeth start tearing the flesh from your face
eating your body till noting remains.
Though they look alive stumbling around
see the flesh falling off their rotting bone?
some have no legs so they crawl on the ground
I can hear every noise, I'm not alone.
There is only one way for me to live
I can't always run from the walking dead
I'll need something strong, better then a shive
a blunt object to bash them in the head.
Should I stay and be the one to fight?
or should I fade away in warming light?
As Cold as the Grave in Which you Lie
You lie forgotten
On grounds barely tread
Overgrown with time
As time took you with
Your spirit still stirs
Awaiting the hour
When some dark spell
Brings you to power
Pinpoints of light
From a ghastly gaze
Your summer ended
In a shadowy haze
A vacant grave
As cold as your soul
Who's body cannot claim
As seasons grow cold
The candle flickers
As you pass by
With each breath taken
Another one dies
Only damp earth
Those lungs with no air
With a fetid decadence
And a heart of despair
You lie forgotten
On grounds barely tread
Overgrown with time
As time took you with
Your spirit still stirs
Awaiting the hour
When some dark spell
Brings you to power
Pinpoints of light
From a ghastly gaze
Your summer ended
In a shadowy haze
A vacant grave
As cold as your soul
Who's body cannot claim
As seasons grow cold
The candle flickers
As you pass by
With each breath taken
Another one dies
Only damp earth
Those lungs with no air
With a fetid decadence
And a heart of despair
The Treasure Guardians
Many a year ago, from a distant island I called paradise
Kids like me were exposed to the realm of fairy tales and magic
My favorite of all folktales handed down from generations
Was from my grandfather who told me about the spirits in limbo
Who were called upon to guard the hidden treasures of the island
They lived in caves in the woods and go on a procession at nights
To pay homage to a certain spot in the woods and on the sea
It was said that if you had done good deeds you get rewarded
By leading you to a spot where you can dig a jar filled with gold
It came with a sacrifice though, for you're going to lost a loved one
So that leaves you with a choice, and you must choose very well
Even if you found these treasures using high-tech metal detectors
And you're about to haul your precious finds from the pit
Something eerie would happen during the last minute
Mysteriously, they get sucked down into the earth and gone
Lost forever and buried into the abyss...
I never believed this horse shit until the day I heard
Precious artifacts began showing up in national museums
Treasure-hunting exploration began after recorded finds
Now that I'm weary and getting old, I could see in my dreams
Those spirits summoning me to be the next treasure guardian.
These folktales may not be wild after all
And not just a product of our fantasy
For if you have a chance to drop by
To my beloved island paradise
The birds will sing you a lullaby
Until you sleep without saying good-bye
I leave you now to decide...
Many a year ago, from a distant island I called paradise
Kids like me were exposed to the realm of fairy tales and magic
My favorite of all folktales handed down from generations
Was from my grandfather who told me about the spirits in limbo
Who were called upon to guard the hidden treasures of the island
They lived in caves in the woods and go on a procession at nights
To pay homage to a certain spot in the woods and on the sea
It was said that if you had done good deeds you get rewarded
By leading you to a spot where you can dig a jar filled with gold
It came with a sacrifice though, for you're going to lost a loved one
So that leaves you with a choice, and you must choose very well
Even if you found these treasures using high-tech metal detectors
And you're about to haul your precious finds from the pit
Something eerie would happen during the last minute
Mysteriously, they get sucked down into the earth and gone
Lost forever and buried into the abyss...
I never believed this horse shit until the day I heard
Precious artifacts began showing up in national museums
Treasure-hunting exploration began after recorded finds
Now that I'm weary and getting old, I could see in my dreams
Those spirits summoning me to be the next treasure guardian.
These folktales may not be wild after all
And not just a product of our fantasy
For if you have a chance to drop by
To my beloved island paradise
The birds will sing you a lullaby
Until you sleep without saying good-bye
I leave you now to decide...
Anonymous
THE DWELLERS OF DANTE'S INFERNO
The witch in me can clearly see
Where evil souls ought to be
Somewhere they could be busy
Shoveling dung in quantity
Now you wonder why chaos is best
For those who deserve the least
Frantic screams are unleashed
As we try to tame your beast
You think me evil for I conjure
Note this fire will make you pure
I am immune for reasons unsure
Lesser sins perhaps or I perjure
Pandemonium is where you are
Full of noise, disagreeable arts
Practiced here, like the noise of agony
Chin up and look not so desolate
You are in middle of Hell and one day
You will be lucky to meet Lucifer
Oh, so bright, who brought Hell’s fury
Into the night, with his demons large and small
The din is loud, the comfort small
Take care, sinner, for I am off to see
My Lord and Master
Who shall judge thee!
The witch in me can clearly see
Where evil souls ought to be
Somewhere they could be busy
Shoveling dung in quantity
Now you wonder why chaos is best
For those who deserve the least
Frantic screams are unleashed
As we try to tame your beast
You think me evil for I conjure
Note this fire will make you pure
I am immune for reasons unsure
Lesser sins perhaps or I perjure
Pandemonium is where you are
Full of noise, disagreeable arts
Practiced here, like the noise of agony
Chin up and look not so desolate
You are in middle of Hell and one day
You will be lucky to meet Lucifer
Oh, so bright, who brought Hell’s fury
Into the night, with his demons large and small
The din is loud, the comfort small
Take care, sinner, for I am off to see
My Lord and Master
Who shall judge thee!
Anonymous
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the watchers
tips in tops of trees
lighted leaves of spring
these aren't where, but down deep
the darkened wells
caved in sleepers, walking dead, creeps
cracked cracknel shadowed life's
ones whipping snaking through trails
wisp upon darkened wind, black rose lingering
howl the old, haunt upon the new
dwell in the stench, hidden from view
clouds tumble earth grumbles
watching every life passerby
movement slips in corners of eye
race in your step, questions why
scents of the sense raised aware
that ones here and over there
those in dwell omnisciently forever
stare
tips in tops of trees
lighted leaves of spring
these aren't where, but down deep
the darkened wells
caved in sleepers, walking dead, creeps
cracked cracknel shadowed life's
ones whipping snaking through trails
wisp upon darkened wind, black rose lingering
howl the old, haunt upon the new
dwell in the stench, hidden from view
clouds tumble earth grumbles
watching every life passerby
movement slips in corners of eye
race in your step, questions why
scents of the sense raised aware
that ones here and over there
those in dwell omnisciently forever
stare
Anonymous
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