Poetry competition CLOSED 23rd March 2017 2:18am
WINNER
DanielChristensen (The Fire Elemental)
DanielChristensen (The Fire Elemental)
RUNNER-UP:
Jade-Pandora
DUP Poem of the Month - April 2017
Love Unknowingly
Sunday dawns new
May we again speak?
Long ago we died
Opposite sides of
What we knew as pride
White feathered dove
Interpose within my love
My great feeling of affection
Once I was ever so close
Break me with a tear
A year spent apart
What have you to say
Once you've given birth
To a new mirror-image
But how could it be
Beautiful and free
Once I have died
Come tickle my grave
Laughing with burned lungs
Menthol ashes on the grass
Covering my nude decompose
Rotting within my clothes
Where I be lay
At peace to rest
Whenever the day
How could I fear
How could I faint
Into the great white
Off a short ledge
Into the great blue
Of the sea flowing
Over the great headstone
Looking over my body
pouring us into our home.
May we again speak?
Long ago we died
Opposite sides of
What we knew as pride
White feathered dove
Interpose within my love
My great feeling of affection
Once I was ever so close
Break me with a tear
A year spent apart
What have you to say
Once you've given birth
To a new mirror-image
But how could it be
Beautiful and free
Once I have died
Come tickle my grave
Laughing with burned lungs
Menthol ashes on the grass
Covering my nude decompose
Rotting within my clothes
Where I be lay
At peace to rest
Whenever the day
How could I fear
How could I faint
Into the great white
Off a short ledge
Into the great blue
Of the sea flowing
Over the great headstone
Looking over my body
pouring us into our home.
Written by anonymouslyhere
(Pariah Shadow)
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Being
Being young and living is a lifelong goal for some,
But dying before living is a tragedy when young.
Being rich and giving can fill you full of wealth,
But being poor and getting may bring you better health.
Being free from bondage can make your spirit soar,
But being free of spirit is poison to the core.
Being nice and pleasant will make you feel contentment,
But being nice and bitter will fill you with resentment.
Being here and present will make you feel alive,
But being rushed and worried will make you feel deprived.
Being old and dying will keep you feeling grave,
But being old and living is a challenge for the brave.
But dying before living is a tragedy when young.
Being rich and giving can fill you full of wealth,
But being poor and getting may bring you better health.
Being free from bondage can make your spirit soar,
But being free of spirit is poison to the core.
Being nice and pleasant will make you feel contentment,
But being nice and bitter will fill you with resentment.
Being here and present will make you feel alive,
But being rushed and worried will make you feel deprived.
Being old and dying will keep you feeling grave,
But being old and living is a challenge for the brave.
Written by mikemason
(White Tiger)
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Barbed wire fence
A barbed wire fence around
Our house on the main route,
Would keep the sheep inside
And block the neighbors out.
Tore my clothes on those barbs
A hundred times or two,
My mother stitched them back
Until we wore them through.
One night we had a scare
A car crashed through our yard,
It took out half our fence
And hit a sheep real hard.
We worked all through the night
To fix that broken fence,
That sheep died the next day
A victim of events.
I grew up and left home
To chase my dreams at last,
I thought I'd not return
To reminisce the past.
Today I'm an old man
Who finally did go back,
That great big house I knew
Became a run down shack.
The memories were sweet
Why did I leave this place?
Guess I felt too fenced in
And needed my own space.
I still see old barbed wire
Twisted up and busted,
Pieces scattered, buried
Spikes now dull and rusted.
Can't recall the countless
Times it ripped through my garb,
But scars will remind me
Of sharper razor barb.
3-12-2017
Our house on the main route,
Would keep the sheep inside
And block the neighbors out.
Tore my clothes on those barbs
A hundred times or two,
My mother stitched them back
Until we wore them through.
One night we had a scare
A car crashed through our yard,
It took out half our fence
And hit a sheep real hard.
We worked all through the night
To fix that broken fence,
That sheep died the next day
A victim of events.
I grew up and left home
To chase my dreams at last,
I thought I'd not return
To reminisce the past.
Today I'm an old man
Who finally did go back,
That great big house I knew
Became a run down shack.
The memories were sweet
Why did I leave this place?
Guess I felt too fenced in
And needed my own space.
I still see old barbed wire
Twisted up and busted,
Pieces scattered, buried
Spikes now dull and rusted.
Can't recall the countless
Times it ripped through my garb,
But scars will remind me
Of sharper razor barb.
3-12-2017
Written by mikemason
(White Tiger)
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Heart of the strong
I now need a heart of the strong
To weather this wicked storm,
For I have suffered for so long
I am frozen, make me warm.
I could use a soul of the wise
Those who lived beyond their years,
For I have no more alibis
To save me from sins and fears.
I would like a mind of brilliance
To tackle society,
Give me strength and resilience
To face impropriety.
I want to be chiseled like stone
So they'll notice me in a crowd,
I will never again be alone
Friends flatter and make me feel proud.
I now need a heart of the weak
To help me realize what I lost,
Thought I had a good winning streak
'All I had' is just what it cost.
To weather this wicked storm,
For I have suffered for so long
I am frozen, make me warm.
I could use a soul of the wise
Those who lived beyond their years,
For I have no more alibis
To save me from sins and fears.
I would like a mind of brilliance
To tackle society,
Give me strength and resilience
To face impropriety.
I want to be chiseled like stone
So they'll notice me in a crowd,
I will never again be alone
Friends flatter and make me feel proud.
I now need a heart of the weak
To help me realize what I lost,
Thought I had a good winning streak
'All I had' is just what it cost.
Written by mikemason
(White Tiger)
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Moments in between...
Moments in between, they seem
The most endearing,
The tender times your hand's in mine
Your breath on me is searing.
Your kiss can part my frozen lips
And bring me life again,
Your body slides against my side
Your touch ignites my skin.
Your gentle words could shake the earth,
Your eyes can cease the wars,
Your calm embrace stops time and space
My universe is yours.
The most endearing,
The tender times your hand's in mine
Your breath on me is searing.
Your kiss can part my frozen lips
And bring me life again,
Your body slides against my side
Your touch ignites my skin.
Your gentle words could shake the earth,
Your eyes can cease the wars,
Your calm embrace stops time and space
My universe is yours.
Written by mikemason
(White Tiger)
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Take Me Back
I search
all the friendly echoes,
Dominion of
Winds' chatterings
It fades, it goes.
My coffee is blacker
in the days of solitude.
My days are shorter
when i travel in chronicle.
Isn't time mean!
That we're left
With nothing but wrinkle.
Reminscent of days
That were dear,
Memories lost in tide
With stagnant tear.
Wish! I could write them down in a paper.
Some said
To give up,
Some said
To move on.
Now, the time
says it all.
When they're all gone.
There's no tune
In the strings i play.
The wind's colder
than never.
Perhaps, my heart
is still there,
Waiting for my essence forever.
I miss moments,
that time stole.
I miss them
whom I now lack.
I know, it's not possible,
But can someone take me back!
all the friendly echoes,
Dominion of
Winds' chatterings
It fades, it goes.
My coffee is blacker
in the days of solitude.
My days are shorter
when i travel in chronicle.
Isn't time mean!
That we're left
With nothing but wrinkle.
Reminscent of days
That were dear,
Memories lost in tide
With stagnant tear.
Wish! I could write them down in a paper.
Some said
To give up,
Some said
To move on.
Now, the time
says it all.
When they're all gone.
There's no tune
In the strings i play.
The wind's colder
than never.
Perhaps, my heart
is still there,
Waiting for my essence forever.
I miss moments,
that time stole.
I miss them
whom I now lack.
I know, it's not possible,
But can someone take me back!
Written by JituBoro
(The Alpha Writer)
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Filthy Claws
The charred remains of the forgotten
lie in self-manufactured graves
tell them, tell them there's still
h o p e
fucking hell.
For you, too? Is there
hope for me...?
Gone are the days
where
hope rose like the sun and
set on my skin
Tell him you love him
you'll never know when
it'll be the last time
He doesn't love me
not really, he's after flesh
and brittle bones he can
play the flute on.
My death song
is...
the national anthem
is...
Nationalist slogans
is...
Praising the
dead, the cold, the
disintegrated
I am nothing
the embers in his eyes
glow for another
I'm just
E a s y
a simple fuck
who will simply forgive
& forget.
I do not worship
at any alters
My head never
bows let alone
in the
direction of Mecca
Don't tell your family
Atheism is an unwritten rule
but don't you dare actually
say the word
Say please and thank you
pray before and after every meal
If God was real,
here are the things he
wouldn't have given me:
★ A disability
★ Hunger
★Knowledge of the world
How do you tell someone
you're not what they
prayed you'd be because
you've been preyed on before
You do not have the strength of a cayote
You have a dying whisper for a heart
You have hate that scratches poetic
epithets into your brittle bones.
Your differences make you beautiful...
Your differences make you... you
Liar. Liar.
You stand naked
irradiated by pain
but you want me
to see myself as
w o r t h y?
How much do your lies cost
my pockets are empty
my throat full of curses
my existence a curse in itself.
But.. you could have it worse?
Always a but
never allowing me to claim
my own misery, my own pain
my own struggle...
Don't let it strangle you...
Oh, but it has,
It always had its filthy claws
around my neck
as I age,
the hold tightens
I beg it to rip my throat out
piss on it
It does neither.
My condition is a masochist
enjoying the sight of pure helplessness
as I wade through heavy waters..
without
a c t u a l l y
killing
me...
lie in self-manufactured graves
tell them, tell them there's still
h o p e
fucking hell.
For you, too? Is there
hope for me...?
Gone are the days
where
hope rose like the sun and
set on my skin
Tell him you love him
you'll never know when
it'll be the last time
He doesn't love me
not really, he's after flesh
and brittle bones he can
play the flute on.
My death song
is...
the national anthem
is...
Nationalist slogans
is...
Praising the
dead, the cold, the
disintegrated
I am nothing
the embers in his eyes
glow for another
I'm just
E a s y
a simple fuck
who will simply forgive
& forget.
I do not worship
at any alters
My head never
bows let alone
in the
direction of Mecca
Don't tell your family
Atheism is an unwritten rule
but don't you dare actually
say the word
Say please and thank you
pray before and after every meal
If God was real,
here are the things he
wouldn't have given me:
★ A disability
★ Hunger
★Knowledge of the world
How do you tell someone
you're not what they
prayed you'd be because
you've been preyed on before
You do not have the strength of a cayote
You have a dying whisper for a heart
You have hate that scratches poetic
epithets into your brittle bones.
Your differences make you beautiful...
Your differences make you... you
Liar. Liar.
You stand naked
irradiated by pain
but you want me
to see myself as
w o r t h y?
How much do your lies cost
my pockets are empty
my throat full of curses
my existence a curse in itself.
But.. you could have it worse?
Always a but
never allowing me to claim
my own misery, my own pain
my own struggle...
Don't let it strangle you...
Oh, but it has,
It always had its filthy claws
around my neck
as I age,
the hold tightens
I beg it to rip my throat out
piss on it
It does neither.
My condition is a masochist
enjoying the sight of pure helplessness
as I wade through heavy waters..
without
a c t u a l l y
killing
me...
Written by Undivided_Praxis
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5: 91: The Virgin Heart
Excerpt 91 from Journal 5, ' Reaching My True Love '
- From ' Journals To My True Love, Part 2 '
The man died before he could find True Love,
he died trapped in a childs mind...
How beautiful, how hopeful and full of optimism
were his ideals of love...
His hearts virginity lay still and unbroken and
unspoiled or tainted by loss or devastation...
It was like a wild, fresh green pasture untrodden...
He was still open to love and the door to his
heart still had its original seal and airtight condition...
It was never deflowered by loss or devastation...
How it died so intact, how he did...
How he visits me this way and I feel his wholeness...
How he restores me to that condition, if only for an
instant...
But that instant is like a sweet candy I crave...
For my depraved heart tastes only bitterness
without him...
In a sudden flash he melts on my tongue like the
sweetest dark chocolate and is gone...
But he always returns, for he needs me...
I need him, too somehow like an addiction...
We all have a vice, a counterpart...
My True Love is mine...
Yet, how I will relinquish him to the ether...
How he will melt into me as I become his spirit...
His longings become mine as they are neutralized...
We already have what we need within... Oh, completion...
My True Love has sealed me inside him to grow...
How I grow in his light; sunlight...
As he grew inside me as my creation so do I now grow
inside him in his absence...
He will realize me in his own death; he will he forced
to know me at last...
And the door to his heart will remain locked...
For I am already inside...
- From ' Journals To My True Love, Part 2 '
The man died before he could find True Love,
he died trapped in a childs mind...
How beautiful, how hopeful and full of optimism
were his ideals of love...
His hearts virginity lay still and unbroken and
unspoiled or tainted by loss or devastation...
It was like a wild, fresh green pasture untrodden...
He was still open to love and the door to his
heart still had its original seal and airtight condition...
It was never deflowered by loss or devastation...
How it died so intact, how he did...
How he visits me this way and I feel his wholeness...
How he restores me to that condition, if only for an
instant...
But that instant is like a sweet candy I crave...
For my depraved heart tastes only bitterness
without him...
In a sudden flash he melts on my tongue like the
sweetest dark chocolate and is gone...
But he always returns, for he needs me...
I need him, too somehow like an addiction...
We all have a vice, a counterpart...
My True Love is mine...
Yet, how I will relinquish him to the ether...
How he will melt into me as I become his spirit...
His longings become mine as they are neutralized...
We already have what we need within... Oh, completion...
My True Love has sealed me inside him to grow...
How I grow in his light; sunlight...
As he grew inside me as my creation so do I now grow
inside him in his absence...
He will realize me in his own death; he will he forced
to know me at last...
And the door to his heart will remain locked...
For I am already inside...
Written by PoetsRevenge
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From the beast to the angel
Hey, fallen angel, yes, you are now on Earth
You're sitting on the ground and you're lost
Crying with crystal tears and so afraid
How to live this life here? Looks like a game
Hey, sad angel, they cut your wings away
Put you here among these people and deep pain
You prayed for a death which is better than this
No one can hear you here but me and I'm a beast
Hey, lost angel, you beauty touched me inside
Though my soul is dead and empty even to try
To feel an empathy or, I am sorry, devil, love
I can't stop looking how you cry more and more
Hey, sweet angel, that bright fire around you
I created to give you warmth, that how I do
Forgive me, I don't know other way than madness
In this people's world to take away your sadness
Hey, my angel, I have new wings for you and when
You sleep I will come near you to leave them
But here's the thing, they are black and heavy
To accept wings of the beast...will you be ready?
You're sitting on the ground and you're lost
Crying with crystal tears and so afraid
How to live this life here? Looks like a game
Hey, sad angel, they cut your wings away
Put you here among these people and deep pain
You prayed for a death which is better than this
No one can hear you here but me and I'm a beast
Hey, lost angel, you beauty touched me inside
Though my soul is dead and empty even to try
To feel an empathy or, I am sorry, devil, love
I can't stop looking how you cry more and more
Hey, sweet angel, that bright fire around you
I created to give you warmth, that how I do
Forgive me, I don't know other way than madness
In this people's world to take away your sadness
Hey, my angel, I have new wings for you and when
You sleep I will come near you to leave them
But here's the thing, they are black and heavy
To accept wings of the beast...will you be ready?
Written by LanaW
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Daughter's Loss
Watching her choke
clutching her frail hand
her eyes screamed
unable to stand
grimace upon her face
as she could not breathe
from this aching moment
I find no reprieve
Loss and tragedy
my mind associates
grief stricken flashes
my soul it implicates
feeling barren
overwrought by pain
lingering in my body
feeling disdain
Her courage I remember
it lures me to a place
memory of her existence
mourning will not erase
thankful for who she was
regret not what is lost
holding on to her love
her honour has no cost
clutching her frail hand
her eyes screamed
unable to stand
grimace upon her face
as she could not breathe
from this aching moment
I find no reprieve
Loss and tragedy
my mind associates
grief stricken flashes
my soul it implicates
feeling barren
overwrought by pain
lingering in my body
feeling disdain
Her courage I remember
it lures me to a place
memory of her existence
mourning will not erase
thankful for who she was
regret not what is lost
holding on to her love
her honour has no cost
Written by mel44
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Advantage Taken
All of those bastards
Trying to keep a part of me
Taking away my life
I will not let it be
They cannot have me
Not even in my dreams
I can and must resist
Within, I have the means
To sustain their memory
A burden I will not carry
It is not mine to hold
Possession makes me wary
They will not have my soul
Not ever allowed to win
My life belongs to me
And here, it shall begin
Trying to keep a part of me
Taking away my life
I will not let it be
They cannot have me
Not even in my dreams
I can and must resist
Within, I have the means
To sustain their memory
A burden I will not carry
It is not mine to hold
Possession makes me wary
They will not have my soul
Not ever allowed to win
My life belongs to me
And here, it shall begin
Written by mel44
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