Poetry competition CLOSED 29th March 2017 3:58am
WINNER
DarkPandorasKnight
DarkPandorasKnight
RUNNER-UP:
drone
Society in ruin
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem about any general society and its ruin . Whether it be north american society , asian society , middle eastern , etc , etc
No racism .
No discrimination.
original entries
One entry each
**lets see some activism !! Lol **
No discrimination.
original entries
One entry each
**lets see some activism !! Lol **
The house of capitalism
The foundation of our society
will Be the base of our demise,
We built this house ourselves
The mortar and the bricks
Are stacks of sick lies.
beginning to collapse ,
The roof cannot hold the weight,
Our existence reaching climax,
Our lives worthless to corrupt corporate states.
interior walls are painted green
Hallways lined with elegant self portraits
All the faces are without eyes
Nothing is worth seeing .
The furniture is new
Though The house smells of decay,
Something inside is rotting
Its the integrity of the house withering away.
Inside the closets
Hang skeletons That once had a conscience ,
Inside the bathrooms
Blood pours from these faucets.
And in the bedrooms
The beds remain un touched
No one has time to sleep,
This is the house of capitalism
And you must earn your keep.
If you do not support this system,
Then youll be just another petty victim.
This is the house of capitalism
And you must pay to stay.
will Be the base of our demise,
We built this house ourselves
The mortar and the bricks
Are stacks of sick lies.
beginning to collapse ,
The roof cannot hold the weight,
Our existence reaching climax,
Our lives worthless to corrupt corporate states.
interior walls are painted green
Hallways lined with elegant self portraits
All the faces are without eyes
Nothing is worth seeing .
The furniture is new
Though The house smells of decay,
Something inside is rotting
Its the integrity of the house withering away.
Inside the closets
Hang skeletons That once had a conscience ,
Inside the bathrooms
Blood pours from these faucets.
And in the bedrooms
The beds remain un touched
No one has time to sleep,
This is the house of capitalism
And you must earn your keep.
If you do not support this system,
Then youll be just another petty victim.
This is the house of capitalism
And you must pay to stay.
Written by Leo_Sunset
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Numeral Lies
We've got botox brides
and drugged-up guys.
Slender figures
and break-up eyes.
We've got adult teens
and crack-head kids.
Parental figures
and car-wreck skids.
We've got bulimic brains
and match-stick hands.
Idol figures
and god-like bands.
We've got hopeful feet
and sunk-in eyes.
Weight figures
and statistic lies.
and drugged-up guys.
Slender figures
and break-up eyes.
We've got adult teens
and crack-head kids.
Parental figures
and car-wreck skids.
We've got bulimic brains
and match-stick hands.
Idol figures
and god-like bands.
We've got hopeful feet
and sunk-in eyes.
Weight figures
and statistic lies.
Written by DarkPandorasKnight
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Trilogy of Parts
Our society is in a mental health crisis...We will discuss any illness openly from cancer and diabetes to erectile dysfunction and irritable bowel syndrome but when it comes to mental health, it becomes the pink elephant that no one wants to address. I am by no means putting up a yard stick to measure as it would be inadequate to all. Regardless of a label, we are all of mind, body and spirit. If any one of these areas is malformed, in any way, the topic must be open to conversation and help must be made available without judgement or predetermination of outcomes.
As a society, we fail the mentally ill
Symptoms argue, a simple power of will
Research is limited and funding insufficient
General practitioners, fundamentally non-proficient
Stigmatised and labelled, casting blame
Perpetuating guilt and atrocious shame
Disease of the body, merits gentle care
Specialist provisions, treatment not to spare
A malady of soul, sadness, alienation
Seeks a sacred counsel, when needing consolation
Yet ailment of the mind, hides quietly in despair
The secrets of an origin, a heavy cross to bear
Mind, body and spirit, a trilogy of parts
We must preserve the three;
Without one, life departs
Inspired by Society in Ruin competition
As a society, we fail the mentally ill
Symptoms argue, a simple power of will
Research is limited and funding insufficient
General practitioners, fundamentally non-proficient
Stigmatised and labelled, casting blame
Perpetuating guilt and atrocious shame
Disease of the body, merits gentle care
Specialist provisions, treatment not to spare
A malady of soul, sadness, alienation
Seeks a sacred counsel, when needing consolation
Yet ailment of the mind, hides quietly in despair
The secrets of an origin, a heavy cross to bear
Mind, body and spirit, a trilogy of parts
We must preserve the three;
Without one, life departs
Inspired by Society in Ruin competition
Written by mel44
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A bunch of bums
Wanting all for free
When it comes
They want it from me
I want free abortions
And for all to pay their portions
I can't get a job
I'm a too fat slob
I'll stay in and breed a mob
If you put up a fence
You have evil intents
What terrorist events
Can't you see I'm too dense
We don't need a mote
Let all the third world vote
Read freedoms note
"That's all she wrote"
Wanting all for free
When it comes
They want it from me
I want free abortions
And for all to pay their portions
I can't get a job
I'm a too fat slob
I'll stay in and breed a mob
If you put up a fence
You have evil intents
What terrorist events
Can't you see I'm too dense
We don't need a mote
Let all the third world vote
Read freedoms note
"That's all she wrote"
The Order Of Chaos
Sush is the decadence of ruin
an insatiable apatite of decay
all pious righteousness of order
must surrender, for Chaos
they will one day obey.
an insatiable apatite of decay
all pious righteousness of order
must surrender, for Chaos
they will one day obey.
Written by monkeyman
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Anonymous
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American't:
The banks are broke
Our leaders; the thieves
Always a trick to hide up their sleeves
Our people divided
No longer strong
pass by the homeless and hurry along
nobody helps
nobody cares
lost in a dream that's been dead for years
war is the goal
instead of education
and oil is the only way to unite the nation
fires burn bright
in the eyes of the youth
lost little flames searching for embers of truth
soon to snuff out
soon to be gone
our leaders have let it run unchecked for too long
in god we trust
because we cant trust ourselves
and anarchism is a first class ticket to hell
though we patch our own roads
and take care of each other
our free thought and freedoms are soon to be smothered
by a one world nation
that none of us see
keeping us occupied with curable disease
The banks are broke
Our leaders; the thieves
Always a trick to hide up their sleeves
Our people divided
No longer strong
pass by the homeless and hurry along
nobody helps
nobody cares
lost in a dream that's been dead for years
war is the goal
instead of education
and oil is the only way to unite the nation
fires burn bright
in the eyes of the youth
lost little flames searching for embers of truth
soon to snuff out
soon to be gone
our leaders have let it run unchecked for too long
in god we trust
because we cant trust ourselves
and anarchism is a first class ticket to hell
though we patch our own roads
and take care of each other
our free thought and freedoms are soon to be smothered
by a one world nation
that none of us see
keeping us occupied with curable disease
MichaelMorgue said:American't:
The banks are broke
Our leaders; the thieves
Always a trick to hide up their sleeves
Our people divided
No longer strong
pass by the homeless and hurry along
nobody helps
nobody cares
lost in a dream that's been dead for years
war is the goal
instead of education
and oil is the only way to unite the nation
fires burn bright
in the eyes of the youth
lost little flames searching for embers of truth
soon to snuff out
soon to be gone
our leaders have let it run unchecked for too long
in god we trust
because we cant trust ourselves
and anarchism is a first class ticket to hell
though we patch our own roads
and take care of each other
our free thought and freedoms are soon to be smothered
by a one world nation
that none of us see
keeping us occupied with curable disease
Err mahh gerddd!!
Soooooo doppeee
Btw i dont think you submitted this as an entry . I believe i have made this mistake before. I believe you have entered this as a reply
The banks are broke
Our leaders; the thieves
Always a trick to hide up their sleeves
Our people divided
No longer strong
pass by the homeless and hurry along
nobody helps
nobody cares
lost in a dream that's been dead for years
war is the goal
instead of education
and oil is the only way to unite the nation
fires burn bright
in the eyes of the youth
lost little flames searching for embers of truth
soon to snuff out
soon to be gone
our leaders have let it run unchecked for too long
in god we trust
because we cant trust ourselves
and anarchism is a first class ticket to hell
though we patch our own roads
and take care of each other
our free thought and freedoms are soon to be smothered
by a one world nation
that none of us see
keeping us occupied with curable disease
Err mahh gerddd!!
Soooooo doppeee
Btw i dont think you submitted this as an entry . I believe i have made this mistake before. I believe you have entered this as a reply
Truth cannot be
destoryed
only hidden
behind corrupted doors
batterd and beaten
forced
into a twisted corner
hanging in chains
and there
it still remains
hidden by denials wish
that this
skeletal abomination
of truth
should never be allowed
to speak
to those WHO seek
the reasons why
we
our Children
have been
denied
