Poetry competition CLOSED 14th March 2017 10:07am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
mcjay
and Jade-Pandora
Non Existent
What I’m Not
What I’m not
Is what you’ve got
With you I just pretend
I wear a mask
Of what you ask
And try not to offend
I play the part
I never fart
With you I just comply
I’ve been your dog
Your prince, your frog
Complete within the lie
I’m never bold
Do what I’m told
With you I’ve never fought
Not wild or free
You created me
And what you’ve got:
Is precisely what I’m not
What I’m not
Is what you’ve got
With you I just pretend
I wear a mask
Of what you ask
And try not to offend
I play the part
I never fart
With you I just comply
I’ve been your dog
Your prince, your frog
Complete within the lie
I’m never bold
Do what I’m told
With you I’ve never fought
Not wild or free
You created me
And what you’ve got:
Is precisely what I’m not
In my sleep
Different time zones
I am up while you sleep
I kiss your hair
I can taste your lips
That all happens while i sleep
I make love to your hips
I kiss you everywhere In my dreams
I miss your smile
Your kisses on my cheeks
I need you babe, when I'm awake or asleep.
I am up while you sleep
I kiss your hair
I can taste your lips
That all happens while i sleep
I make love to your hips
I kiss you everywhere In my dreams
I miss your smile
Your kisses on my cheeks
I need you babe, when I'm awake or asleep.
Written by FLC8
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Unborn
How can the extent of loss be measured-
With no memories, to keep, to treasure?
Except the shock, the excitement,
The taste of tears and disappointment.
Left feeling as if there is nothing to mourn,
The idea of someone you've never known.
A few weeks of feeling sick,
No butterflies to feel, no kicks.
Trying not to cry and not to be sad,
Thinking of the moments that were never had.
To picture a face you've never seen,
To forget a love that hasn't quite been.
How can the extent of loss be measured-
With no memories, to keep, to treasure?
Except the shock, the excitement,
The taste of tears and disappointment.
Left feeling as if there is nothing to mourn,
The idea of someone you've never known.
A few weeks of feeling sick,
No butterflies to feel, no kicks.
Trying not to cry and not to be sad,
Thinking of the moments that were never had.
To picture a face you've never seen,
To forget a love that hasn't quite been.
A Conundrum
Illusions
Visions dreamed and enveloped in fantasies
Parodies and tragedies played on stage
From page to page you keep on writing
Reading and feeding
Thriving on the idea
This will come alive
But
You’re disengaged
This is not reality
This is a game you shouldn’t play any more
You made her up
And sold your soul to her
You created her
And harm yourself so she’ll notice it
You hurt yourself to prove
You’re worthy of her…
And for what?
This delusion of yours
It’s odd
It’s flawed from origin and foundation
The realization that she’ll never in a million years
Become real like the way you want it to be
The way you believe
She’s just a trace of that vivid dream
Your friend, your angel
Your saving grace
Wanting what you can’t have
It’s time to wake up
And realize that
In and out of your mind
Everything is all encompassing and nonexistent
Everything up to this point
Has been the design of your own creation
Conceived out of lust
You’ve spoken in riddles and innuendos
Allusions and insinuations
You’ve become a conundrum yourself
Out of focus and fading away
Visions dreamed and enveloped in fantasies
Parodies and tragedies played on stage
From page to page you keep on writing
Reading and feeding
Thriving on the idea
This will come alive
But
You’re disengaged
This is not reality
This is a game you shouldn’t play any more
You made her up
And sold your soul to her
You created her
And harm yourself so she’ll notice it
You hurt yourself to prove
You’re worthy of her…
And for what?
This delusion of yours
It’s odd
It’s flawed from origin and foundation
The realization that she’ll never in a million years
Become real like the way you want it to be
The way you believe
She’s just a trace of that vivid dream
Your friend, your angel
Your saving grace
Wanting what you can’t have
It’s time to wake up
And realize that
In and out of your mind
Everything is all encompassing and nonexistent
Everything up to this point
Has been the design of your own creation
Conceived out of lust
You’ve spoken in riddles and innuendos
Allusions and insinuations
You’ve become a conundrum yourself
Out of focus and fading away
Written by wallyroo92
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Running away from the light
Half destroyed tower behind the tall hill
Living there for years to forget how to feel
Leaving self built prison only at night
She takes her dark wings and goes to fly
All around the tower and forest so wild
But never up the hill, not leaving that side
She know it's the Sun there and she feels it
Every dawn when she runs to dark room to sleep
Curtains are closed, no space for a single ray
It's always darkness where she has to stay
Black diamonds are her eyes and only shine
In the bright and cold silent moonlight
Smile touches that delicate evil look of hers
Only at night when she is no longer a ghost
It's her Heaven, the one whose blood's so dark,
Running away from the light, to leave a mark
Of it on her body never felt the warmth
Is death note but why is she looking for it?
Every sunrise when the day is to be born again
She's looking at it for a moment to awake her pain
Living there for years to forget how to feel
Leaving self built prison only at night
She takes her dark wings and goes to fly
All around the tower and forest so wild
But never up the hill, not leaving that side
She know it's the Sun there and she feels it
Every dawn when she runs to dark room to sleep
Curtains are closed, no space for a single ray
It's always darkness where she has to stay
Black diamonds are her eyes and only shine
In the bright and cold silent moonlight
Smile touches that delicate evil look of hers
Only at night when she is no longer a ghost
It's her Heaven, the one whose blood's so dark,
Running away from the light, to leave a mark
Of it on her body never felt the warmth
Is death note but why is she looking for it?
Every sunrise when the day is to be born again
She's looking at it for a moment to awake her pain
Written by LanaW
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When I Knew You
I used to know you,
or at least I thought I did
The way you wore your hair
The way you smiled
The way you chewed on your thumb and index finger when you concentrated
The way you were obsessed with GermX
I used to know you once upon a time,
but then you knew me,
and I was not good enough
but you loved me anyway
you told me everyday that you loved me.
Then you stopped.
Then you met her,
and I no longer existed in your world
You hated me
and loved her
and that destroyed me
You abandoned me,
like you said you never would.
You promised to always be there
to always love me
That was your vow.
But look at us now.
I cry every night,
because the thoughts of you loving her kills me inside
and I know I am not good enough.
Did you even exist, I begin to ask myself,
did you really love me?
Or was it all in my head.
Either way I miss you.
I used to know you,
or at least I thought I did
The way you wore your hair
The way you smiled
The way you chewed on your thumb and index finger when you concentrated
The way you were obsessed with GermX
I used to know you once upon a time,
but then you knew me,
and I was not good enough
but you loved me anyway
you told me everyday that you loved me.
Then you stopped.
Then you met her,
and I no longer existed in your world
You hated me
and loved her
and that destroyed me
You abandoned me,
like you said you never would.
You promised to always be there
to always love me
That was your vow.
But look at us now.
I cry every night,
because the thoughts of you loving her kills me inside
and I know I am not good enough.
Did you even exist, I begin to ask myself,
did you really love me?
Or was it all in my head.
Either way I miss you.
Bonanza Cherry
She dances
Her moves pivot with an abandon
Emulating pure rapture rising
Shimmering in eyes as vivid and alive
As the shake in her wild shimmy
Her beauty is so appetizing....
Giving each man an erection.....
While the women an erupt in fits of pique
They all want more.....
Their dazzle darling ...tres magnefique
Her charm should exceeds all expectations
For she'll be ripped to shreds should it fall
The hoi palloi will have her soul and all
For she is the devils belle of the ball
She dances
Her moves pivot with an abandon
Emulating pure rapture rising
Shimmering in eyes as vivid and alive
As the shake in her wild shimmy
Her beauty is so appetizing....
Giving each man an erection.....
While the women an erupt in fits of pique
They all want more.....
Their dazzle darling ...tres magnefique
Her charm should exceeds all expectations
For she'll be ripped to shreds should it fall
The hoi palloi will have her soul and all
For she is the devils belle of the ball
