Poetry competition CLOSED 29th January 2016 3:33pm
WINNER
JohnFeddeler
JohnFeddeler
RUNNERS-UP:
Jade-Pandora
and RedefineLoneliness
Stuck in the wrong era
Poetry Contest Description
Do you feel like you belong to another Era? Or do you just have a favourite Era you'd rather live in than today?
Write to describe the era of your choosing, why does it call to you? Describe the feeling of what it would be like living in that era.
900 word limit
Old or New
Ends in one week
Good Luck!
900 word limit
Old or New
Ends in one week
Good Luck!
Anonymous
Roam
In the dark and dusty attic
her memories of him
nothing short of sporadic
strewn about in no particular fashion
Trying them on as if hand sewn theatre costumes
she plays dressup like a little girl
in this least pleasant of backstage dressing rooms
returning to a simpler day and age when
the men sailed overseas to combat
and lonely women yearned for their return home
when the men fought evils of the world
wherever these may be at
and hands of lonely women
resisted temptations to stray
the urge to wander
roam
In the dark and dusty attic
her memories of him
nothing short of sporadic
strewn about in no particular fashion
Trying them on as if hand sewn theatre costumes
she plays dressup like a little girl
in this least pleasant of backstage dressing rooms
returning to a simpler day and age when
the men sailed overseas to combat
and lonely women yearned for their return home
when the men fought evils of the world
wherever these may be at
and hands of lonely women
resisted temptations to stray
the urge to wander
roam
MaryWalker said:Roam
In the dark and dusty attic
her memories of him
nothing short of sporadic
strewn about in no particular fashion
Trying them on as if hand sewn theatre costumes
she plays dressup like a little girl
in this least pleasant of backstage dressing rooms
returning to a simpler day and age when
the men sailed overseas to combat
and lonely women yearned for their return home
when the men fought evils of the world
wherever these may be at
and hands of lonely women
resisted temptations to stray
the urge to wander
roam
I really liked that. Thank you for being the first Entry!
In the dark and dusty attic
her memories of him
nothing short of sporadic
strewn about in no particular fashion
Trying them on as if hand sewn theatre costumes
she plays dressup like a little girl
in this least pleasant of backstage dressing rooms
returning to a simpler day and age when
the men sailed overseas to combat
and lonely women yearned for their return home
when the men fought evils of the world
wherever these may be at
and hands of lonely women
resisted temptations to stray
the urge to wander
roam
I really liked that. Thank you for being the first Entry!
Anonymous
A Pirate's Life
Fortunes are made by foolish men
There for the taking
To be taken
Forget about buried treasure
In far away lands forsaken
Give me a vessel worthy of raking by cannon fire
Hear the wind in the sails above your head
As the crew hoists them higher
Never will you ever witness another view
Quite like this
Ripe for the plundering
Is the horizon of white and blue
Lust and desire
Such a fine line betwixt the two
And no time for wondering
Which is true
What say you?
Aye!
The kingdom of the Seven Seas
Knows not a lord or master
It boils down to which Captain's ship
Can withstand the guns and sail faster
Do you have what it takes to be a pirate?
Are you ruthless as the sharks
And as cold as the sea?
Can you take another man's hard earned wages
Without giving him anything in return
Save misery?
Load up the shot into the Long Nines
Make ready the grappling hooks and lines
Prepare to board
To risk your lives for silver and gold
For adventure beyond your wildest fantasy
To live forever onward
Till the end of written history
Be you young or old
Are you that daring enough
That bold
To sail with me?
Let me hear you!
AYE!
Fortunes are made by foolish men
There for the taking
To be taken
Forget about buried treasure
In far away lands forsaken
Give me a vessel worthy of raking by cannon fire
Hear the wind in the sails above your head
As the crew hoists them higher
Never will you ever witness another view
Quite like this
Ripe for the plundering
Is the horizon of white and blue
Lust and desire
Such a fine line betwixt the two
And no time for wondering
Which is true
What say you?
Aye!
The kingdom of the Seven Seas
Knows not a lord or master
It boils down to which Captain's ship
Can withstand the guns and sail faster
Do you have what it takes to be a pirate?
Are you ruthless as the sharks
And as cold as the sea?
Can you take another man's hard earned wages
Without giving him anything in return
Save misery?
Load up the shot into the Long Nines
Make ready the grappling hooks and lines
Prepare to board
To risk your lives for silver and gold
For adventure beyond your wildest fantasy
To live forever onward
Till the end of written history
Be you young or old
Are you that daring enough
That bold
To sail with me?
Let me hear you!
AYE!
Romance Fitzgerald
F..
Hand burns my skin
With hot touch
Behind knee traveling up
To divinity
Sweet wet baptism
In my thighs
Before i die a rage spent
Anger and lust
Before you fade away
Shadowed in nevermore
Once young man
Turned grey
Suck nourish
From my beauty
Live through vice
And distinction
Seeks redemption
Between my legs
A virgin spirit
A sluts thrust
Kiss lilly white
Petals areola
Try 'n tame
But my savage beast remain
Fuck you
Fitzgerald
Romancing
The party after
Make a gooood
Woman crazy
Mind travel
And such
Stretch arms
Further to catch
A past
Too far flung
Your sweet song
My darlin
Already
Been sung.
A kiss...love Zelda....
A love-hate poem from Zelda to F. Scott Fitzgerald....
F..
Hand burns my skin
With hot touch
Behind knee traveling up
To divinity
Sweet wet baptism
In my thighs
Before i die a rage spent
Anger and lust
Before you fade away
Shadowed in nevermore
Once young man
Turned grey
Suck nourish
From my beauty
Live through vice
And distinction
Seeks redemption
Between my legs
A virgin spirit
A sluts thrust
Kiss lilly white
Petals areola
Try 'n tame
But my savage beast remain
Fuck you
Fitzgerald
Romancing
The party after
Make a gooood
Woman crazy
Mind travel
And such
Stretch arms
Further to catch
A past
Too far flung
Your sweet song
My darlin
Already
Been sung.
A kiss...love Zelda....
A love-hate poem from Zelda to F. Scott Fitzgerald....
Anonymous
What the ...?!?
Stuck in the wrong era
Hera, I can't go back
because I love you too much, Baby
Why can't you see
what Zeus is doing to me?
he's stepping out
having silly goose sex with that Leda
We can't go swanning together
with so many a suspicious mind
all this foul play pisses off PETA
and pluck feathers from my behind
I'm stuck in the wrong era
caught in a trap
with every bolt of his lightning
I risk catching thunderclap
What the ...?!?
Stuck in the wrong era
Hera, I can't go back
because I love you too much, Baby
Why can't you see
what Zeus is doing to me?
he's stepping out
having silly goose sex with that Leda
We can't go swanning together
with so many a suspicious mind
all this foul play pisses off PETA
and pluck feathers from my behind
I'm stuck in the wrong era
caught in a trap
with every bolt of his lightning
I risk catching thunderclap
What the ...?!?
Anonymous
E.R.A. ( Element Radioactive Atomic )
There in the backyard
a door leading into the ground
metal hatch
rusty
round
and beyond it lay
our salvation
Underneath
concrete bunker
10 X 10
the only way
to shield us from dying of deadly contamination
Life was so much simpler back then
living with Dada and Mum
Life was so much simpler back then
in the great state of Californium
E-R-A
Even on the sunniest day
the threat of nuclear war never ever went away
yet the future was always so fucking bright
E-R-A
So full of promise
we'd play anyway
after we'd pray
the acid rains
wouldn't wash our home away
and that we wouldn't
end up glowing in the night
E-R-A
Take me away
Take me back to
when our greatest fear was
not living to see another day
E-R-A
E-R-A
E-R-A!
Mushroom, mushroom
mushroom cloud
towering in the sky
tall and proud
Living in the shadow of atomic blast
life was so much simpler
living in the
past
There in the backyard
a door leading into the ground
metal hatch
rusty
round
and beyond it lay
our salvation
Underneath
concrete bunker
10 X 10
the only way
to shield us from dying of deadly contamination
Life was so much simpler back then
living with Dada and Mum
Life was so much simpler back then
in the great state of Californium
E-R-A
Even on the sunniest day
the threat of nuclear war never ever went away
yet the future was always so fucking bright
E-R-A
So full of promise
we'd play anyway
after we'd pray
the acid rains
wouldn't wash our home away
and that we wouldn't
end up glowing in the night
E-R-A
Take me away
Take me back to
when our greatest fear was
not living to see another day
E-R-A
E-R-A
E-R-A!
Mushroom, mushroom
mushroom cloud
towering in the sky
tall and proud
Living in the shadow of atomic blast
life was so much simpler
living in the
past
Anonymous
JohnnyBlaze said:
Hah!
You reading this, Psy?
STFU and write contribute us a poerm!
I dedicate this one to BoFantastic.
On Your Knees ( A King's Ransom )
On your knees
My servant to do with as I please
In whatever manner that I fancy
In any fickle fashion that suits me
Your will, irrelevant
Indentured servitude
Medieval slavery
These are the days of Men
In which women should be seen
Not heard
Nary a single word
And should be ever thankful
To stand in the presence of Kings
Who dress them up
In such pretty lacey things
And in the thrill of great sport
The Wild Hunt
Tear away your undergarments
During lonely evenings
Savoring the wine flowing from your
These are the days of Men
Cunt! Get on your knees!
These are the days of Men
And suck it
SUCK IT
These are the days of Men
Bend over
Face pressed to the floor
These are the days of Men
Hump it faster
Grind and push it more
Choice
Was never really yours
To defy your Master
Is to be replaced by countless other whores
Back to the streets with you
I'll find another willing to screw
Live out your remaining days as an Old Maid
Ragged, your tattered dress of shame
I ask,
Who will tame such a Shrew?
Do you not know me
Do you not know my name?
These are the days of Men
Gobble it till you gag
These are the days of Men
Or embrace your destiny as a Hag
These are the days of Men
Take every inch in your lily-white ass without protest
And be a fine filly of a lass
Dressed in nothing but the best
Gold and silver can buy
Hah!
You reading this, Psy?
STFU and write contribute us a poerm!
I dedicate this one to BoFantastic.
On Your Knees ( A King's Ransom )
On your knees
My servant to do with as I please
In whatever manner that I fancy
In any fickle fashion that suits me
Your will, irrelevant
Indentured servitude
Medieval slavery
These are the days of Men
In which women should be seen
Not heard
Nary a single word
And should be ever thankful
To stand in the presence of Kings
Who dress them up
In such pretty lacey things
And in the thrill of great sport
The Wild Hunt
Tear away your undergarments
During lonely evenings
Savoring the wine flowing from your
These are the days of Men
Cunt! Get on your knees!
These are the days of Men
And suck it
SUCK IT
These are the days of Men
Bend over
Face pressed to the floor
These are the days of Men
Hump it faster
Grind and push it more
Choice
Was never really yours
To defy your Master
Is to be replaced by countless other whores
Back to the streets with you
I'll find another willing to screw
Live out your remaining days as an Old Maid
Ragged, your tattered dress of shame
I ask,
Who will tame such a Shrew?
Do you not know me
Do you not know my name?
These are the days of Men
Gobble it till you gag
These are the days of Men
Or embrace your destiny as a Hag
These are the days of Men
Take every inch in your lily-white ass without protest
And be a fine filly of a lass
Dressed in nothing but the best
Gold and silver can buy
