Poetry competition CLOSED 3rd June 2016 8:14pm
WINNER
Trixareforkids
Trixareforkids
RUNNERS-UP:
Poetryman
and JohnFeddeler
Poem about poetry
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem about writing a poem
Any length, any style, old, new, collab, whatever
ex:
To Corrupt a Page
It’s intimidating
to thread thin curving gray
into this snow
Before the hefty landing
of scuffs beneath bumbling claws,
this snow sang sweet incipience
this snow—holding hands
in hush—hummed humble silence
This bruised snow sings now
through squiggling scars.
ex:
To Corrupt a Page
It’s intimidating
to thread thin curving gray
into this snow
Before the hefty landing
of scuffs beneath bumbling claws,
this snow sang sweet incipience
this snow—holding hands
in hush—hummed humble silence
This bruised snow sings now
through squiggling scars.
Untitled...tribute to Miss Emily Dickinson
"Wild Nights Wild Nights" by Emily Dickenson
My Darlin Emily,
Funny Lady in still white
You retreated too soon
Took refuge in a room of words
And we were graced
By your self imposed exile
And i wonder of your dreams?
Did you Em?
Dream furious "Wild Nights, Wild Nights.."
Did you silently scream in dark
For his "Moor"
"Rowing in your Eden?"
Did you luxure in tempest's touch?
What did you know of those winds?
I pray more than breeze,
But fueling passionate power
I fear you flowered and felt
The "futile" loss of it
While you harvested "heart's port"
"Ah, the sea!"
Indeed Emily..
I prayed more than breeze
As I mapped my own seas..
I held your "compass" tight
And I was touched by you
And your many shores...
"Wild Nights Wild Nights" by Emily Dickenson
My Darlin Emily,
Funny Lady in still white
You retreated too soon
Took refuge in a room of words
And we were graced
By your self imposed exile
And i wonder of your dreams?
Did you Em?
Dream furious "Wild Nights, Wild Nights.."
Did you silently scream in dark
For his "Moor"
"Rowing in your Eden?"
Did you luxure in tempest's touch?
What did you know of those winds?
I pray more than breeze,
But fueling passionate power
I fear you flowered and felt
The "futile" loss of it
While you harvested "heart's port"
"Ah, the sea!"
Indeed Emily..
I prayed more than breeze
As I mapped my own seas..
I held your "compass" tight
And I was touched by you
And your many shores...
calamitygin said:Untitled...tribute to Miss Emily Dickinson
"Wild Nights Wild Nights" by Emily Dickenson
"Ah, the sea!"
Indeed Emily..
I prayed more than breeze
As I mapped my own seas..
I held your "compass" tight
And I was touched by you
And your many shores...
Oh, Jen... I always love your tribute poems, your deep knowledge...
"I prayed more than breeze
As I mapped my own seas.. "
Love it!
Kiss,
Art
"Wild Nights Wild Nights" by Emily Dickenson
"Ah, the sea!"
Indeed Emily..
I prayed more than breeze
As I mapped my own seas..
I held your "compass" tight
And I was touched by you
And your many shores...
Oh, Jen... I always love your tribute poems, your deep knowledge...
"I prayed more than breeze
As I mapped my own seas.. "
Love it!
Kiss,
Art
lust after me
the muse is a harlot of art
all beauty & desire
made up like a common trollop
to lure the uneducated cave-dweller
savage that I am
she offers meat & the spices
that arouse my hunger
and I bite into her feast
like a wild animal ripping into a fresh kill
in my bed she is languor & grace
my blue nude of sentient music & sleeping songs
and I sketch her in lucent & precise strokes
bold as Caravaggio’s paintings
she seduces me with her eyes & her feminine charm
amulet of amour
and my curiosity invades her
hard & impassioned as a man’s love gun
I ravage her in my madness
I sweat & I suffer advancing retreating
till I have adorned her walls
with the rivering pearls of my essence
to prove my affection
when her screaming abates
she glows in euphoria she surrenders
she knows she is mine
and she rewards me with this –
the poetry of her soul
Fishing for Words
The first line always comes easy, it's the lure
that sets you off on a journey for the hook
Painstakingly casting out lines just waiting
for the keepers to swim your way, so close now
You reach to grab them but sensing your hunger
they dart away taking their brilliance with them
The first line always comes easy, it's the lure
that sets you off on a journey for the hook
Painstakingly casting out lines just waiting
for the keepers to swim your way, so close now
You reach to grab them but sensing your hunger
they dart away taking their brilliance with them
Anonymous
Beautiful
Anonymous
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JohnFeddeler said:
lust after me
the muse is a harlot of art
all beauty & desire
made up like a common trollop
to lure the uneducated cave-dweller
savage that I am
she offers meat & the spices
that arouse my hunger
and I bite into her feast
like a wild animal ripping into a fresh kill
in my bed she is languor & grace
my blue nude of sentient music & sleeping songs
and I sketch her in lucent & precise strokes
bold as Caravaggio’s paintings
she seduces me with her eyes & her feminine charm
amulet of amour
and my curiosity invades her
hard & impassioned as a man’s love gun
I ravage her in my madness
I sweat & I suffer advancing retreating
till I have adorned her walls
with the rivering pearls of my essence
to prove my affection
when her screaming abates
she glows in euphoria she surrenders
she knows she is mine
and she rewards me with this –
the poetry of her soul
John dearest.... awesome
lust after me
the muse is a harlot of art
all beauty & desire
made up like a common trollop
to lure the uneducated cave-dweller
savage that I am
she offers meat & the spices
that arouse my hunger
and I bite into her feast
like a wild animal ripping into a fresh kill
in my bed she is languor & grace
my blue nude of sentient music & sleeping songs
and I sketch her in lucent & precise strokes
bold as Caravaggio’s paintings
she seduces me with her eyes & her feminine charm
amulet of amour
and my curiosity invades her
hard & impassioned as a man’s love gun
I ravage her in my madness
I sweat & I suffer advancing retreating
till I have adorned her walls
with the rivering pearls of my essence
to prove my affection
when her screaming abates
she glows in euphoria she surrenders
she knows she is mine
and she rewards me with this –
the poetry of her soul
John dearest.... awesome
Anonymous
The Physics of Snow Angels
The legacy you leave behind
children numbering in plenitude
Such adorable snow angels they make
I watch them spread quaint wings aflutter in morning sun
and come the lengthening evening shades
drifted over by the wind
Gone
these fleeting impressions that are your words
Remarkable poetry subtracted of its poetry is just that
alchemic equations failing to measure up into anything substantive
formulaic fodder for the sake of water cooler discussions
doodles and scribblings written in dry erase marker
easily wiped away from a whiteboard
The legacy you leave behind
children numbering in plenitude
Such adorable snow angels they make
I watch them spread quaint wings aflutter in morning sun
and come the lengthening evening shades
drifted over by the wind
Gone
these fleeting impressions that are your words
Remarkable poetry subtracted of its poetry is just that
alchemic equations failing to measure up into anything substantive
formulaic fodder for the sake of water cooler discussions
doodles and scribblings written in dry erase marker
easily wiped away from a whiteboard
Poet
So what is a poem and what has it got
and who is the poet and who is not
would life be as wondrous and profound
if the poet and poem were nowhere around
Is the poet perhaps such an enigma
for he cares not for fame or stigma
sees how he pleases writes what he can
is that what we look for in such a man
Regardless he writes for what it's worth
ponders a meaning a length and a girth
we read it and wonder what he's saying
all the while it's him we're obeying
For life is a maze and we seek a way
that's how the poem helps pass the day
anyway i'm glad for the verses he writes
they let my soul soar when reality bites
So praises to the poet whoever he may be
let his mind always be creative and free
So what is a poem and what has it got
and who is the poet and who is not
would life be as wondrous and profound
if the poet and poem were nowhere around
Is the poet perhaps such an enigma
for he cares not for fame or stigma
sees how he pleases writes what he can
is that what we look for in such a man
Regardless he writes for what it's worth
ponders a meaning a length and a girth
we read it and wonder what he's saying
all the while it's him we're obeying
For life is a maze and we seek a way
that's how the poem helps pass the day
anyway i'm glad for the verses he writes
they let my soul soar when reality bites
So praises to the poet whoever he may be
let his mind always be creative and free
Anonymous
Directions Uncouth
So I'm mister fabulous
A Name of my own
With words I'm ravenous
So poetically shown
With rhythmical banter
My strength I stand tall
A verbal enchanter
My words to enthrall
I flex my muscle
With intellectual vigor
My thoughts I bustle
Through words I snigger
Captivate your mind
Envisage my path
Where Its traveled blind
The passenger hath
What are the questions?
To answers we have
Thoughts are suggestions
This path that I nav
Realities mind
Path is generous
Obstacles i find
Are quite rapacious
Interpreted thought
The journey's found end
Continuance plot
To where we begin
Metaphorical
Ignorance divest
Paths rhetorical
Collective addressed
Path is spiritual
Discover the truth
Life is cynical
Directions uncouth
So I'm mister fabulous
A Name of my own
With words I'm ravenous
So poetically shown
With rhythmical banter
My strength I stand tall
A verbal enchanter
My words to enthrall
I flex my muscle
With intellectual vigor
My thoughts I bustle
Through words I snigger
Captivate your mind
Envisage my path
Where Its traveled blind
The passenger hath
What are the questions?
To answers we have
Thoughts are suggestions
This path that I nav
Realities mind
Path is generous
Obstacles i find
Are quite rapacious
Interpreted thought
The journey's found end
Continuance plot
To where we begin
Metaphorical
Ignorance divest
Paths rhetorical
Collective addressed
Path is spiritual
Discover the truth
Life is cynical
Directions uncouth
Anonymous
Drone Strike
Poetry should be fun
a mischeviously grinning
before gladly giving the middle finger
in the face of the assembly line factory
Literary Society has literally become of late
Weigh the sting of my sarcasm by the ton
and rate this efficiently deficient combination
winning at failing to keep up in an even steady pace
losing the three-legged race you and I have always run
lagging behind with feet dragging out of sight
while in my mind I'm freely streaking naked
under a July sun so warm it bakes this skin of mine
alive as busy workers buzzing toil and thrive
somewhere in the corrugated hive of imagination
Can't stand your idle dronings any longer
no time to linger
Hear my thoughts swarm
my thoughts swarm
swarm
Poetry should be fun
a mischeviously grinning
before gladly giving the middle finger
in the face of the assembly line factory
Literary Society has literally become of late
Weigh the sting of my sarcasm by the ton
and rate this efficiently deficient combination
winning at failing to keep up in an even steady pace
losing the three-legged race you and I have always run
lagging behind with feet dragging out of sight
while in my mind I'm freely streaking naked
under a July sun so warm it bakes this skin of mine
alive as busy workers buzzing toil and thrive
somewhere in the corrugated hive of imagination
Can't stand your idle dronings any longer
no time to linger
Hear my thoughts swarm
my thoughts swarm
swarm
Anonymous
What Is A Pome?
For those who incorrectly guessed
A pome is a brief quest
Lasting nowhere near as long as a tome
Unexpectedly ending shortly after it starts
And in the privacy of your own home
May involve K-Y Jelly
A lawn gnome
Perhaps auto parts
Sometimes it feels really good
Mostly it smarts
So, don't be a hero
Like when in Rome
I suggest you do as the Romans do
Except for Nero
Best known for accidentally burning everything down
While lighting his own farts
For those who incorrectly guessed
A pome is a brief quest
Lasting nowhere near as long as a tome
Unexpectedly ending shortly after it starts
And in the privacy of your own home
May involve K-Y Jelly
A lawn gnome
Perhaps auto parts
Sometimes it feels really good
Mostly it smarts
So, don't be a hero
Like when in Rome
I suggest you do as the Romans do
Except for Nero
Best known for accidentally burning everything down
While lighting his own farts
Anonymous
Enter Your Submission
Were my instructions not concise enough?
To experience detention in my dungeon
you must first be worthy of inviting
You were to pen a sonnet
both erotic and exciting
and you said,
I'll get right on it
Tantalize me with a titillating poem
have it on my desk by the end of today
not to even consider handing me
another Fifty Shades Of Grey
So what did you do?
You did it anyway
Numerous gradations of mediocre writing
mind numbingly
delighting in sycophantic subby wubby talk
When it comes time for walking the walk
you squawk the wordage of a rubber necked chicken
rather than the subtleties of a neo preening peacock
spreading her majestic plumage
ripe for the plucking
Were my instructions not concise enough?
To experience detention in my dungeon
you must first be worthy of inviting
You were to pen a sonnet
both erotic and exciting
and you said,
I'll get right on it
Tantalize me with a titillating poem
have it on my desk by the end of today
not to even consider handing me
another Fifty Shades Of Grey
So what did you do?
You did it anyway
Numerous gradations of mediocre writing
mind numbingly
delighting in sycophantic subby wubby talk
When it comes time for walking the walk
you squawk the wordage of a rubber necked chicken
rather than the subtleties of a neo preening peacock
spreading her majestic plumage
ripe for the plucking
