Poetry competition CLOSED 19th May 2014 9:52pm
WINNER
Ghoulie (Just G)
Ghoulie (Just G)
Ten Random Words
Poetry Contest Description
Use all ten of these words in a poem.
Write a poem including all ten of the words below.
Unsoot
Twister
Onrush
Disillusion
Nectarine
Sensate
Unlash
Silkness
Enterprising
Grandevous
400 word limit (give or take)
any genre
no gibberish nonsense just to use up the words
stick to the requirements for consideration
Two weeks.
Have fun
Unsoot
Twister
Onrush
Disillusion
Nectarine
Sensate
Unlash
Silkness
Enterprising
Grandevous
400 word limit (give or take)
any genre
no gibberish nonsense just to use up the words
stick to the requirements for consideration
Two weeks.
Have fun
Anonymous
waiting on a better batch of ....
i'll be back....:)
i'll be back....:)
Haha.
It makes for interesting reading and I know you are both very capable
My "Morgue Stationed" poem on my profile was written for the same type of comp, it had some odd words also.
Look forward to reading you Miki and Miss G.
It makes for interesting reading and I know you are both very capable
My "Morgue Stationed" poem on my profile was written for the same type of comp, it had some odd words also. Look forward to reading you Miki and Miss G.
Anonymous
Circa: Divorce
stranded
in an alternate reality
ruled by a festering Sensate
i, again, feel that comical Onrush
bordering on a school girl's crush;
his portrait still leaves me breathless,
reckless, like an F5 Twister
parodying with no end.
the Unsoot Silkness
of his hair
and assuming his lingering breath of
summer Nectarine
he still reminds me of James Dean
and I want him to come back home - to me -
but the Grandevous of post-reflective love
and his loathe for my (self) Enterprising
is all but an ex's Disillusion.
i can't seem to Unlash
from our constant past
born in a time
when living for the future
meant companionship in the present
still, i can't break away
from loving him,
still, i couldn't help
from divorcing him.
stranded
in an alternate reality
ruled by a festering Sensate
i, again, feel that comical Onrush
bordering on a school girl's crush;
his portrait still leaves me breathless,
reckless, like an F5 Twister
parodying with no end.
the Unsoot Silkness
of his hair
and assuming his lingering breath of
summer Nectarine
he still reminds me of James Dean
and I want him to come back home - to me -
but the Grandevous of post-reflective love
and his loathe for my (self) Enterprising
is all but an ex's Disillusion.
i can't seem to Unlash
from our constant past
born in a time
when living for the future
meant companionship in the present
still, i can't break away
from loving him,
still, i couldn't help
from divorcing him.
Orchard Storms
an orchard sprite
smiles skywardly to herself
entangled amidst
a private moment
of sensate silkness
as the easterly winds
unlash an onrush-
an enterprising twister
decimated grandevous
preconceptions
the after storm calm;
was paramount to
plunging teeth first
into an unsoot nectarine
the bitter disillusion
of it all
an orchard sprite
smiles skywardly to herself
entangled amidst
a private moment
of sensate silkness
as the easterly winds
unlash an onrush-
an enterprising twister
decimated grandevous
preconceptions
the after storm calm;
was paramount to
plunging teeth first
into an unsoot nectarine
the bitter disillusion
of it all
mesmerized by how effortless she glides acrross my hollow heart,
how this sweet nectarine of a being,
leaves me shaken and in tatters,
like the aftermath of raging twister,
enterprising use of her grandevous looks and blonde defying brain leaves me numbed with a weird sensate up my spine,
the onrush of pure unadulterated heaven that greets me everyrtime we meet makes sure i keep coming for more,
the silkness of her grace alone is enough to unsoot my heart of its eternal bleakness,
i will get her one day,
unlash all this burning rage i have inside,
prove its all not a disillusion....
how this sweet nectarine of a being,
leaves me shaken and in tatters,
like the aftermath of raging twister,
enterprising use of her grandevous looks and blonde defying brain leaves me numbed with a weird sensate up my spine,
the onrush of pure unadulterated heaven that greets me everyrtime we meet makes sure i keep coming for more,
the silkness of her grace alone is enough to unsoot my heart of its eternal bleakness,
i will get her one day,
unlash all this burning rage i have inside,
prove its all not a disillusion....
Guilty Rumors
I Unlash hope; hoping for strength
Enterprising plans to walk away
from deception’s hell
where I lingered too long
Disillusion weighing heavy
from Unsoot rumors
carried in every direction
like debris in a Twister
it’s Onrush toss past infidelity to and fro,
and once again, Grandevous doubt
restores its validity within my mind
the proof stuck in his throat
silence speaking volumes
mind imprisoned in Sensate denial
old wounds covered in thin Silkness
like the skin of a Nectarine;
now exposed
Fragile, my heart
Slower the beat
yet, I continue to move on
and the pain will soon die down,
just like rumors…..
With no air
~Rain~
I Unlash hope; hoping for strength
Enterprising plans to walk away
from deception’s hell
where I lingered too long
Disillusion weighing heavy
from Unsoot rumors
carried in every direction
like debris in a Twister
it’s Onrush toss past infidelity to and fro,
and once again, Grandevous doubt
restores its validity within my mind
the proof stuck in his throat
silence speaking volumes
mind imprisoned in Sensate denial
old wounds covered in thin Silkness
like the skin of a Nectarine;
now exposed
Fragile, my heart
Slower the beat
yet, I continue to move on
and the pain will soon die down,
just like rumors…..
With no air
~Rain~
The dull ache pulsates in my rib
growing with sensate reminiscence
of a time when disillusion washed over
like chlorine on my mind,
and he was incomprehensibly perfect,
of a time when he loomed over me
like a storm, with lightning fists
and thunder words.
he was the twister of reality
a king of deceit,
his nectarine heart was in fact,
rotting with unsoot decay under the mask of red.
and i was his jester,
the fool who was forever enterprising
to his oppressive wants,
because i was afraid of execution.
my ribs will tighten
on days like these,
and unlash the cold onrush of fury
down my spine
where these memories
coloured in fear,
will surge through my body,
over wounds that have healed
in grandevous manner.
but i have learnt that running will only
aggravate the pain,
so i stop and face it,
until the ache drops to a deadbeat
and coil inwards
into the core of my soul
where chains are plenty
and all is for keeps.
growing with sensate reminiscence
of a time when disillusion washed over
like chlorine on my mind,
and he was incomprehensibly perfect,
of a time when he loomed over me
like a storm, with lightning fists
and thunder words.
he was the twister of reality
a king of deceit,
his nectarine heart was in fact,
rotting with unsoot decay under the mask of red.
and i was his jester,
the fool who was forever enterprising
to his oppressive wants,
because i was afraid of execution.
my ribs will tighten
on days like these,
and unlash the cold onrush of fury
down my spine
where these memories
coloured in fear,
will surge through my body,
over wounds that have healed
in grandevous manner.
but i have learnt that running will only
aggravate the pain,
so i stop and face it,
until the ache drops to a deadbeat
and coil inwards
into the core of my soul
where chains are plenty
and all is for keeps.
