Poetry competition CLOSED 30th March 2017 1:59am
WINNER
prestonGibson (NomadsPath)
prestonGibson (NomadsPath)
RUNNER-UP:
mel44
To thine own self be true
One In A Million
It is SHE who is her own worst enemy
It is SHE who calls to her monsters-dances with her demons...they are there for her when no one else dares
SHE is beautifully out of place-one has to believe that is just the way that SHE wants it...the way SHE intended it to be-like the moon rising full on a hot summer afternoon
HER reality is not wrong-just not the same as ours...
And it is not for the faint of heart
The meek, the mild, the weak
Don't make her scoff-but oh to hear the sound of her laughter?
Simply melodic, sexy, intising,-with just the right amount of(if you listen that is)
The right pitch of pure unadulterated evil!
BAHAHAHA!
The thought alone makes her giggle
For inside HER head? In HER world?
SHE'S a goddesss-perfection personified
Screw the mere mortals, the ordinary, "the basic people"- middle fingers to them all, SHE thinks to HERSELF....
As SHE puts another brick in her wall
It is SHE who calls to her monsters-dances with her demons...they are there for her when no one else dares
SHE is beautifully out of place-one has to believe that is just the way that SHE wants it...the way SHE intended it to be-like the moon rising full on a hot summer afternoon
HER reality is not wrong-just not the same as ours...
And it is not for the faint of heart
The meek, the mild, the weak
Don't make her scoff-but oh to hear the sound of her laughter?
Simply melodic, sexy, intising,-with just the right amount of(if you listen that is)
The right pitch of pure unadulterated evil!
BAHAHAHA!
The thought alone makes her giggle
For inside HER head? In HER world?
SHE'S a goddesss-perfection personified
Screw the mere mortals, the ordinary, "the basic people"- middle fingers to them all, SHE thinks to HERSELF....
As SHE puts another brick in her wall
Written by Afroqn73
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Anonymous
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these words can't be mine
they sound from a mind
that's health is not fine
they're full of help
and hope
and sorrow and rope
it's hard to tell
if the writer can or can't
cope
does he need prosac
or just a fat sack
of dope
maybe i should try it
i wish the voices would
quiet
one says i should feast
one says i should daint
one says you're a saint, you filthy beast
they sound from a mind
that's health is not fine
they're full of help
and hope
and sorrow and rope
it's hard to tell
if the writer can or can't
cope
does he need prosac
or just a fat sack
of dope
maybe i should try it
i wish the voices would
quiet
one says i should feast
one says i should daint
one says you're a saint, you filthy beast
LEARNING CURVE
I
spent the first half of life
on a learning curve and followed it faithfully
but eventually realised it curved downwards
and understood I had been learning more and more of what was not
so I said to God hey! why did you let that happen?
in a flash I was turned upside-down
and the curve, curved upwards
Hmm I said a little miffed
and carried
on.
I
spent the first half of life
on a learning curve and followed it faithfully
but eventually realised it curved downwards
and understood I had been learning more and more of what was not
so I said to God hey! why did you let that happen?
in a flash I was turned upside-down
and the curve, curved upwards
Hmm I said a little miffed
and carried
on.
Anonymous
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A Mother To None
Teacher of resilience
and mentor to some
empathy always
from where they come
A practice of compassion
understanding pain
a voice for their silence
never spoken in vain
Intrinsic reward
enabling the lost
affording comfort
sometimes with cost
A mother to none
carer of many more
under my wing
countless, I adore
and mentor to some
empathy always
from where they come
A practice of compassion
understanding pain
a voice for their silence
never spoken in vain
Intrinsic reward
enabling the lost
affording comfort
sometimes with cost
A mother to none
carer of many more
under my wing
countless, I adore
Written by mel44
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WHA
Kneel on the moon
And say WHA
I am the Way
The Word and the Will
The what is and
Its description and its action
It's Being
Seeing And Sovereign
I am the Wonder
And it's Miracle
Say WHA
I am the instrument
Of WHA
The Lightening Rod and its Revelation
Even in the dark
There's only light
Even in the silence
Comes the sound WHA
And it's echo WAHE
And it's echo YAHWEH
See the light
Become the echo
Say WHA
Be the light
Be the echo
Say WHA
Kneel on the moon
And say WHA
I am the Way
The Word and the Will
The what is and
Its description and its action
It's Being
Seeing And Sovereign
I am the Wonder
And it's Miracle
Say WHA
I am the instrument
Of WHA
The Lightening Rod and its Revelation
Even in the dark
There's only light
Even in the silence
Comes the sound WHA
And it's echo WAHE
And it's echo YAHWEH
See the light
Become the echo
Say WHA
Be the light
Be the echo
Say WHA
Some souls roam the world
As a roll of thunder
Demanding their majesty
Both seen
And heard
Others
Are like sunbeams
Shedding light
Graciously welcoming gratitude
With their splendor
And glory
....
He wasn't like the others
In the darkness of night
He crept quietly by
No intent
To be sought
Or seen
He was
Soft rain after midnight
He moved
In the world
Swiftly
By starlight
That is how he left his mark:
Quietly...
Gently...
And
With little notice...
Leaving behind truths
Found tucked away
In short sentences...
As a roll of thunder
Demanding their majesty
Both seen
And heard
Others
Are like sunbeams
Shedding light
Graciously welcoming gratitude
With their splendor
And glory
....
He wasn't like the others
In the darkness of night
He crept quietly by
No intent
To be sought
Or seen
He was
Soft rain after midnight
He moved
In the world
Swiftly
By starlight
That is how he left his mark:
Quietly...
Gently...
And
With little notice...
Leaving behind truths
Found tucked away
In short sentences...
Even soul must die sometimes
Picturesque place by the sea shore
Nice park and trees are so tall
If you need to run away no need more
To look for a place, it has it all
Next to the water and alley to walk
With the head down, eyes ever so sad
She sits, the one who doesn't talk
Not bothered by around life's parade
Hands on her knees, fingers so gentle
Rest, forgot the last time to move
Spear's next to her, the only one faithful
Beautiful face with tears flow's groove
Icy wind with winter getting to her
Dry breeze tries to break her defence
Killing sun wants to melt her core
Snow is covering her with it's fence
But no weather cruel enough yet
She saw to make her stand up and go
Those around her think she's dead
As she came to stay here so long ago
They touch her and feel the cold
Or warmth - she takes it all inside
Her beauty more precious than gold
They say walking slowly by her side
She hears the voice from time to time
It goes above the noise of world
It says: "Don't want to get a life?
Still keep yourself in tight hold?"
And she replies: "Why are you here?
It's my choice yet it's not dream
This is my place, I must stay near
Memories are my food, marble's my skin!
The voice goes back: "I'm aware of that.
You can't forgive me for the crime
And again I didn't mean you to part
But even soul must die sometimes!"
No anger in her voice, no sorrow even:
"I've accepted it a thousand years ago.
I have nothing but still keep feeling
I will stay where I had to let her go!
You took her away, all her being faded
I was sensing her energy to dissolve
You offer to live in world? I hate it!
And nothing here deserves my love!!!"
Not friendly/angry, stands not shaking
No power, no desire to see or to live
For world to die to reborn she's waiting
That's when she'll find her love
She believes
Nice park and trees are so tall
If you need to run away no need more
To look for a place, it has it all
Next to the water and alley to walk
With the head down, eyes ever so sad
She sits, the one who doesn't talk
Not bothered by around life's parade
Hands on her knees, fingers so gentle
Rest, forgot the last time to move
Spear's next to her, the only one faithful
Beautiful face with tears flow's groove
Icy wind with winter getting to her
Dry breeze tries to break her defence
Killing sun wants to melt her core
Snow is covering her with it's fence
But no weather cruel enough yet
She saw to make her stand up and go
Those around her think she's dead
As she came to stay here so long ago
They touch her and feel the cold
Or warmth - she takes it all inside
Her beauty more precious than gold
They say walking slowly by her side
She hears the voice from time to time
It goes above the noise of world
It says: "Don't want to get a life?
Still keep yourself in tight hold?"
And she replies: "Why are you here?
It's my choice yet it's not dream
This is my place, I must stay near
Memories are my food, marble's my skin!
The voice goes back: "I'm aware of that.
You can't forgive me for the crime
And again I didn't mean you to part
But even soul must die sometimes!"
No anger in her voice, no sorrow even:
"I've accepted it a thousand years ago.
I have nothing but still keep feeling
I will stay where I had to let her go!
You took her away, all her being faded
I was sensing her energy to dissolve
You offer to live in world? I hate it!
And nothing here deserves my love!!!"
Not friendly/angry, stands not shaking
No power, no desire to see or to live
For world to die to reborn she's waiting
That's when she'll find her love
She believes
Written by LanaW
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Anonymous
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Anonymous
We are living while we're dying
Truths inside of lying
And there's nothing
Nothing to us becomes something
And the something doesn't mean anything
Because anything is everything
If anything is everything,
What are we?
Who are we?
The mindset is nothing more than idealoogoy.
We make up words
Time doesn't exist
We just count days that give us pain
Because sometimes pain is all there is
And we could be bright
We could be on the bright side
But if you flip the script and imagine this
We don't need another ride
I want to hide
My thoughts are visions of dark that collide
And I have tried
But we don't see
How much better things could be
When I am
When we are we
I cannot fathom the rules of this society
Why and how
What happens when everything becomes nothing now
We are nothing
~Didn't think the entire time I was writing this and I'm kind of proud~
