Poetry competition CLOSED 17th May 2017 9:24pm
WINNER
Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
RUNNER-UP:
calamitygin
Someone Put Your Hand Out
Poetry Contest Description
Write about being there for someone in time of need
Ever known someone who was lonely and depressed and needed a friend talk to and you were that friend?
Or were you that person helped someone stopped doing something very dangerous or stupid?
Or helped take care of someone till they were able to get back on their feet?
Whatever the case was write about it and talk about that time when you helped someone out and were selfless.
Talk about the outcome and if your help did or didn't make a difference.
Rules:
- One entry only
- Can be about friends or family
- Non fiction writes only
- No funny posts!
- Can be as long as you want
- Explain the situation in detail about why they needed your help
- Explain what you did to help them
Or were you that person helped someone stopped doing something very dangerous or stupid?
Or helped take care of someone till they were able to get back on their feet?
Whatever the case was write about it and talk about that time when you helped someone out and were selfless.
Talk about the outcome and if your help did or didn't make a difference.
Rules:
- One entry only
- Can be about friends or family
- Non fiction writes only
- No funny posts!
- Can be as long as you want
- Explain the situation in detail about why they needed your help
- Explain what you did to help them
Anonymous
Helping Hand
Reach your hand out and I will pull you up
By the bootstraps. When think that your cup
Is half way empty, I will fill it back to the top.
When your life is coming to a dead stop
And red light, it is turning green again.
When you are tired because the rain
And storm keeps coming, just pause for
A moment so I can catch up when the door
Closes. You do not need to thank me because
In all those times when I could not get my jaws
To work to form words or good thoughts
You were there to untangle the knots
And have everything running smoothly
Again. Darling, you are always going to truly
Be my guardian angel when I am your rock.
I know that you are not the one to mock
My insecurities because you have some of
Your own. It when you showed me what love
Really was, being there for someone else and
Being there for yourself too no matter if the sand
Tries to sink you down with it. I always made
That promise to uplift you when you felt weighed
Down. I promised to show support and grace
Even when you did not deserve it. Your face
Is the one I picture seeing for the rest of our days,
Forever. I will walk with you through the maze.
Reach your hand out and I will pull you up
By the bootstraps. When think that your cup
Is half way empty, I will fill it back to the top.
When your life is coming to a dead stop
And red light, it is turning green again.
When you are tired because the rain
And storm keeps coming, just pause for
A moment so I can catch up when the door
Closes. You do not need to thank me because
In all those times when I could not get my jaws
To work to form words or good thoughts
You were there to untangle the knots
And have everything running smoothly
Again. Darling, you are always going to truly
Be my guardian angel when I am your rock.
I know that you are not the one to mock
My insecurities because you have some of
Your own. It when you showed me what love
Really was, being there for someone else and
Being there for yourself too no matter if the sand
Tries to sink you down with it. I always made
That promise to uplift you when you felt weighed
Down. I promised to show support and grace
Even when you did not deserve it. Your face
Is the one I picture seeing for the rest of our days,
Forever. I will walk with you through the maze.
Anonymous
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I have become weaker than I ever thought possible
Popping pills while washing them down with a licorice swirl
unable to face each day head on unaltered
[Proud I can recognize it but right now unable to refrain from it]
Broken down into the scattered fragments
of all that once was unwaveringly me
Every thought at one time found so organized
never needing to consult a Rolodex
are lost spinning un-alphabetically
Teasing and taunting
I can hear their voices
poking fun laughing
Ears ringing to the point of painful
the music no matter how loud doesn't drown
Down and out my future always clouded
I struggle to see the light
glimmering from far within this funnel
Arms pull me from within this whirlwind,
those attached to my soul,
those which bleed and bare my name;
arms I've been destined to collapse in
Piecing me back together
always there to rebuild my courage;
I am lifted while Crimsin and Willow help me to stand
I have become weaker than I ever thought possible
Popping pills while washing them down with a licorice swirl
unable to face each day head on unaltered
[Proud I can recognize it but right now unable to refrain from it]
Broken down into the scattered fragments
of all that once was unwaveringly me
Every thought at one time found so organized
never needing to consult a Rolodex
are lost spinning un-alphabetically
Teasing and taunting
I can hear their voices
poking fun laughing
Ears ringing to the point of painful
the music no matter how loud doesn't drown
Down and out my future always clouded
I struggle to see the light
glimmering from far within this funnel
Arms pull me from within this whirlwind,
those attached to my soul,
those which bleed and bare my name;
arms I've been destined to collapse in
Piecing me back together
always there to rebuild my courage;
I am lifted while Crimsin and Willow help me to stand
Sit
Sit
...
A while
...
With me
...
I'll take, care of, your needs.
I'll take, care not, to breath.
Sit
...
A while
...
With me.
[I identify as a drug addict. I sit with any number of folks with addictions. I share with them but mostly I try to listen.]
Sit
...
A while
...
With me
...
I'll take, care of, your needs.
I'll take, care not, to breath.
Sit
...
A while
...
With me.
[I identify as a drug addict. I sit with any number of folks with addictions. I share with them but mostly I try to listen.]
Related submission no longer exists.
The Pain
The Pain
One foot in the grave
I guess it's safe to say
But that's the price you pay
I didn't choose to live this way
Lost afraid to see
what's to become of me
No faith
Lost face
My strength
Now hate
I pray each day
God take this life from me
I shake awake can't break
These chains won't set me free
So why feel the pain
As it comes around again
Like it did before
I can't complain
I guess I'm the one to blame
Everything I've done
Can't make it go away
Beg for change deranged
It's either feast of famine
Drink to ease my pain
To try and numb the damage
I swallow pride to feed
The will inside that's dying
In dreams I hold my kids
Wake up alone and crying
To scare to die
Afraid of living
Have I become
A plague in this world so unforgiving
I lost my way
But took the time today
I asked the Lord to save my life for me
Down on my knees
Oh God I'm begging please
My faith
Now strength
I pray
You'll take this pain Away
God give me strength to stay
I can't remove the past
I can't change yesterday
Given this new strength
conquering old hate
removing the darkness
That cripples again and again
Back on my own feet
Leaving these cold streets
my failures can't stop me
From being to person I want to be
Believing in something
So someone believes in me
I'm leaving this empty incomplete
Man I use to be.
One foot in the grave
I guess it's safe to say
But that's the price you pay
I didn't choose to live this way
Lost afraid to see
what's to become of me
No faith
Lost face
My strength
Now hate
I pray each day
God take this life from me
I shake awake can't break
These chains won't set me free
So why feel the pain
As it comes around again
Like it did before
I can't complain
I guess I'm the one to blame
Everything I've done
Can't make it go away
Beg for change deranged
It's either feast of famine
Drink to ease my pain
To try and numb the damage
I swallow pride to feed
The will inside that's dying
In dreams I hold my kids
Wake up alone and crying
To scare to die
Afraid of living
Have I become
A plague in this world so unforgiving
I lost my way
But took the time today
I asked the Lord to save my life for me
Down on my knees
Oh God I'm begging please
My faith
Now strength
I pray
You'll take this pain Away
God give me strength to stay
I can't remove the past
I can't change yesterday
Given this new strength
conquering old hate
removing the darkness
That cripples again and again
Back on my own feet
Leaving these cold streets
my failures can't stop me
From being to person I want to be
Believing in something
So someone believes in me
I'm leaving this empty incomplete
Man I use to be.
Written by LBV
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MsRockyJackson said:Sorry Comet but this doesn't seem to fit the description of what this competition is about,
So you're disqualified
The competition is for poems about "Ever known someone who was lonely and depressed and needed a friend talk to and you were that friend?" which I what I wrote, so I think I shouldn't be disqualified
So you're disqualified
The competition is for poems about "Ever known someone who was lonely and depressed and needed a friend talk to and you were that friend?" which I what I wrote, so I think I shouldn't be disqualified
Find Your Rock
I can see the heart break coming,
The clouds are gathering in the horizon,
And although there is no stopping it,
All we can do is brace ourselves.
I don’t have the words to make it better,
Nor the wisdom of the ages to help you heal,
But all I can do is be there to listen,
Whenever you need a friend.
I can tell you that I’ve been there before,
When emotions run ramped and out of control,
But the truth is, when circumstances get difficult,
It’s hard to see the light through all the mist.
But one thing you do have to take for certain,
Even if at this moment you don’t understand,
Is that the purpose of suffering through this
Only makes you a stronger person.
I’m sorry you have to experience this,
But sometimes the matters of the heart,
Tear apart the souls the ones once loved,
Only to find that the answers on the other side,
Aren’t exactly the ones we were looking for-
We have more questions in different forms,
Jaded through the many storms
Until you find your rock again.
I can see the heart break coming,
The clouds are gathering in the horizon,
And although there is no stopping it,
All we can do is brace ourselves.
I don’t have the words to make it better,
Nor the wisdom of the ages to help you heal,
But all I can do is be there to listen,
Whenever you need a friend.
I can tell you that I’ve been there before,
When emotions run ramped and out of control,
But the truth is, when circumstances get difficult,
It’s hard to see the light through all the mist.
But one thing you do have to take for certain,
Even if at this moment you don’t understand,
Is that the purpose of suffering through this
Only makes you a stronger person.
I’m sorry you have to experience this,
But sometimes the matters of the heart,
Tear apart the souls the ones once loved,
Only to find that the answers on the other side,
Aren’t exactly the ones we were looking for-
We have more questions in different forms,
Jaded through the many storms
Until you find your rock again.
The Last Thing That Was Said
I was strolling through the hospital wards
With basket of freshly made sandwiches
And single-serving green salad entrees
With Ranch dressing packs sealed in plastic wrap,
Apples, spring water & mango fruit juice.
I'd sell my wares at each nurse's station
To floor staff and ambulatory guests,
Always looking over shoulders, gazing
Into some of the semi-private rooms,
Sometimes hearing a person moaning low
Without a visitor to comfort them.
So one day, determined, when no one watched
I softly walked in room 312, bed B,
I set down my basket on a green chair
And went to stand by the side of the drapes
And listened to the patient's even breath.
I saw a senior lady sleeping there.
Her skin's pallor glowing in the dim light,
Her wavy white hair fluffy as cotton.
IV drip sliding saline from a bag
To hypo taped on the back of her hand
Boney and veiny with long fingernails.
I pulled up another green chair nearby
And scooted it close as I took a seat.
A nurse's aide came in to check the chart,
Took down the latest stats on a keyboard,
Heard the heart monitor's double-blip chirps.
The aide said "Your lunch order, Mrs. Crane."
The old lady stirred and murmured in pain
"No! I can't stomach that hospital food."
The girl left, merging back out in the hall
While I turned to look back into her face
That grimaced, eyes flickered open at me.
I leaned and gave her a kind little smile
And said "Well hello there, how do you do?"
The daunted Mrs. Crane squinted and blinked
And knitted her brow in a frown, and spoke
"And who do I have the honor to meet?"
It was said sarcastically I knew that,
So I stood up to go get my basket
But instead of walking off in a huff
I turned 'round to show her my tasty stuff.
Oooh, her crusty eyes grew wide as she saw;
I hoped she could smell the turkey with cheese.
Returned, said "Let me give you one of these."
The stodgy old face went suddenly bright,
Hand shook as she grabbed the gourmet delight
And with that first bite I conversed with her,
I couldn't resist the joy that I felt.
So, each day, I'd set a time for our date
To bring her the treats she came to enjoy
Including the smiles my company brought,
The least I could do for my new-found friend
Who's time on this earth would one day soon end,
But till then was given quality time.
I'd learned early on her favorite dish
Was when I'd bring her from Baskin-Robbins
Her own pint of Jamoca Almond Fudge.
I'd spoon it to her, she'd offer me some,
And looked forward to each day that I'd come.
One day I showed with the pint in a bag
And saw how listless and quiet she was.
We chatted a while, well mostly I talked,
And told her about the weather outside
And wished that day we could go for a walk.
She spoke softly then and cradled my hand.
My eyes began to tear and burn a while,
And I said "I brought lunch, but most of all
I've got your favorite treat that you love best."
And dear Mrs. Crane, squeezing my hand, said
"Not just now, my dear girl, I need to rest."
(Non-fiction account)
Baskin-Robbins' Jamoca Almond Fudge = ice cream
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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Steps
The sun pounds down mercilessly on the slumdog backs of broken men
Slumped over from the shear weight of hard days
Deliverance has turned its cheek
Ennui has slowed their stride to a crawl
They lament
They remember the first time vice turned their noble gaze from virtue
Setting their hearts to wander Golgotha
Shame making memory hateful
It circles their mind warning that madness could strike
Bringing back that old urge
The depravity they once held so close
Times when their shaking hands gripped self destruction
When those hands in the cold state of delirium tremmor
Extended wearily
aching to lacerate the pale blue of jugular beat that gives life to morality
Unforgiving, yes
Punishing
Brutal
The mind goes limp
Mush
And Comme il faut be damned
But to have one more sip.......
It would be heaven
And the gate to hell
I take my seat at the head of the table and help remind them....
"K guys its noon!"
"Hi my name is Jen and I'm an alcoholic"
"Mark....you wanna read first...."
Non fiction
Hpwever....names changed for anonymity
The sun pounds down mercilessly on the slumdog backs of broken men
Slumped over from the shear weight of hard days
Deliverance has turned its cheek
Ennui has slowed their stride to a crawl
They lament
They remember the first time vice turned their noble gaze from virtue
Setting their hearts to wander Golgotha
Shame making memory hateful
It circles their mind warning that madness could strike
Bringing back that old urge
The depravity they once held so close
Times when their shaking hands gripped self destruction
When those hands in the cold state of delirium tremmor
Extended wearily
aching to lacerate the pale blue of jugular beat that gives life to morality
Unforgiving, yes
Punishing
Brutal
The mind goes limp
Mush
And Comme il faut be damned
But to have one more sip.......
It would be heaven
And the gate to hell
I take my seat at the head of the table and help remind them....
"K guys its noon!"
"Hi my name is Jen and I'm an alcoholic"
"Mark....you wanna read first...."
Non fiction
Hpwever....names changed for anonymity
