Poetry competition CLOSED 25th February 2016 8:41am
WINNER
RSena (Sena)
RSena (Sena)
RUNNER-UP:
Zambambo
Portrait...through words....
He's a solemn man.
A somber man.
He wears a brave face,
but it's a mask.
Equipped to hide.
He's been told that his eyes are kind,but he knows they're just weary.
The corners of his mouth pull to a frown.
They say he has a warm smile,but I wouldn't know.
It isn't a permanent fixture.
He thinks that the sand-man is a sadistic prick.
He never visits anymore.
He'd walk to the end of the Earth for almost anyone who asks,but that's just so he can jump off,once he gets there.
He'll give of himself.
Although,he knows he offers a bum deal.
He knows who he is.
He just wants to quit.
I just need him to stay strong.
The finish line seems so far to him.
I know he's running out of steam.
He doesn't think it'll ever end.
I had to remind him that the end is always closer than we think.
Enjoy the walk,take in the view.
No one should have to carry you.
A somber man.
He wears a brave face,
but it's a mask.
Equipped to hide.
He's been told that his eyes are kind,but he knows they're just weary.
The corners of his mouth pull to a frown.
They say he has a warm smile,but I wouldn't know.
It isn't a permanent fixture.
He thinks that the sand-man is a sadistic prick.
He never visits anymore.
He'd walk to the end of the Earth for almost anyone who asks,but that's just so he can jump off,once he gets there.
He'll give of himself.
Although,he knows he offers a bum deal.
He knows who he is.
He just wants to quit.
I just need him to stay strong.
The finish line seems so far to him.
I know he's running out of steam.
He doesn't think it'll ever end.
I had to remind him that the end is always closer than we think.
Enjoy the walk,take in the view.
No one should have to carry you.
Anonymous
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The face of (........)
Is just a punching bag,
Care by tired bodies
dehydrated.
From places that flags
are handkerchief for Sneeze
and toilet paper.
Testicle disappear,
ovaries become testicles,
the kids become males.
Dreams flying in the sky,
The truth is totally untruth,
it was not a myth the fairy tales.
The hate increasing just
like the heart beat,
and man acting like a beast,
they don't even care about their
own kids. I have seen it.
They are lost,
none sense integrated,
They all use Wikipedia
Different names, They have been call,
and the money running along the media.
Mean while,
they still hungry,
For them there's
nothing funny,
that littler girl lost
her pony,
No fairy tale,
now she wears a pony tail,
that boy lost his cowboy,
now He is confuse, whether his a man,
or a gay boy.
The father has not heart,
the mother She became blind,
everything for a new destination,
because home now is a question,
religion is their anguish,
for something the never wished,
now they have to wait,
everybody getting rape,
hunger is a pain,
tears has not sense,
lying is better for them,
faking all over the place,
there is not turn around,
they prefer to bow,
the music stop having a sound,
and the struggle become pronounced.
I have seen it,
and They are coming.
Sena
Is just a punching bag,
Care by tired bodies
dehydrated.
From places that flags
are handkerchief for Sneeze
and toilet paper.
Testicle disappear,
ovaries become testicles,
the kids become males.
Dreams flying in the sky,
The truth is totally untruth,
it was not a myth the fairy tales.
The hate increasing just
like the heart beat,
and man acting like a beast,
they don't even care about their
own kids. I have seen it.
They are lost,
none sense integrated,
They all use Wikipedia
Different names, They have been call,
and the money running along the media.
Mean while,
they still hungry,
For them there's
nothing funny,
that littler girl lost
her pony,
No fairy tale,
now she wears a pony tail,
that boy lost his cowboy,
now He is confuse, whether his a man,
or a gay boy.
The father has not heart,
the mother She became blind,
everything for a new destination,
because home now is a question,
religion is their anguish,
for something the never wished,
now they have to wait,
everybody getting rape,
hunger is a pain,
tears has not sense,
lying is better for them,
faking all over the place,
there is not turn around,
they prefer to bow,
the music stop having a sound,
and the struggle become pronounced.
I have seen it,
and They are coming.
Sena
do I post here? for this word-portrait forum?
I undo during the day what sleep of night has done,
reconstructing stresses forgotten in dreams with the dead.
My hair found its pillow formed nature in dark
is now forced to daily combed alignment.
I undo during the day what sleep of night has done,
reconstructing stresses forgotten in dreams with the dead.
My hair found its pillow formed nature in dark
is now forced to daily combed alignment.
pythagosaurus said:do I post here? for this word-portrait forum?
I undo during the day what sleep of night has done,
reconstructing stresses forgotten in dreams with the dead.
My hair found its pillow formed nature in dark
is now forced to daily combed alignment.
Yes dqrlin..here.
My hair found its pillow formed nature in dark
is now forced to daily combed alignment.
that is so cool...i really dig that...
And i.love this....but not sure it quite fits the theme.
Create a charachter and give a description we can visualise an image...
Look at my example...Zambozos...
this is not at all a negative critique of your wonderful piece...i dig it !
Thanks..and welcome !
I undo during the day what sleep of night has done,
reconstructing stresses forgotten in dreams with the dead.
My hair found its pillow formed nature in dark
is now forced to daily combed alignment.
Yes dqrlin..here.
My hair found its pillow formed nature in dark
is now forced to daily combed alignment.
that is so cool...i really dig that...
And i.love this....but not sure it quite fits the theme.
Create a charachter and give a description we can visualise an image...
Look at my example...Zambozos...
this is not at all a negative critique of your wonderful piece...i dig it !
Thanks..and welcome !
