Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd June 2017 2:11pm
WINNER
The_Silly_Sibyl (Jack Thomas)
The_Silly_Sibyl (Jack Thomas)
RUNNERS-UP:
Magdalena
and toniscales
DUP Poem of the Month - July 2017
Poetry Contest Description
Submit or Nominate a poem you feel apt to represent DUP in the Hall of Fame for July '17
Greetings, Fellow Poets! It's time for our "Poem of the Month" to be featured in the DUP 'Poem of the Month Hall of Fame' and on the official facebook page in July, 2017.
You have three weeks to submit or nominate one of your own favorite poems or one of another DUP poet!
No DUPLICATES. If someone nominates the same poem the entry will be deleted. If you like it that much wait and vote for it!
Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.
While previous Poem of the Month Hall of Fame members are ineligible (we may revisit after a year or so), you may still nominate them in the Spirit of support. The nominations will be checked as "Non Entry" when the vote begins.
Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to the win will be automatically disqualified.
Any nominated member who wishes to opt out of the competition may do so by messaging me. I will contact the person who nominated you and request an alternate nomination.
Nomination Duration is three weeks followed by a week of site voting!
And GO!
You have three weeks to submit or nominate one of your own favorite poems or one of another DUP poet!
No DUPLICATES. If someone nominates the same poem the entry will be deleted. If you like it that much wait and vote for it!
Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.
While previous Poem of the Month Hall of Fame members are ineligible (we may revisit after a year or so), you may still nominate them in the Spirit of support. The nominations will be checked as "Non Entry" when the vote begins.
Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to the win will be automatically disqualified.
Any nominated member who wishes to opt out of the competition may do so by messaging me. I will contact the person who nominated you and request an alternate nomination.
Nomination Duration is three weeks followed by a week of site voting!
And GO!
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Belonging Together
A guy from the wrong side of the train tracks
And she was a girl with the silver spoon in her
Mouth, but lost in the bigger world. The cracks
Keep them together, not apart. They were
Two fools, having everything bounded
Together. Everything else passing by was a blur.
They did not want to lose what kept them grounded.
Life was crazy and on the edge, but they always
Had each other. They were surrounded
By dishonesty. They were never lost in the blaze
Of the fire and other elements. They were stronger
Than what brought them down and they raise
Each other up through it all. They held on longer
Than most. The up and down ride has been
Far from over for them. They stand up taller.
They have never been out or in
Of style because they do not care about
The latest fashion trend. They just want to grin
And bare it all, even the bad parts. They never pout
When life gets tough and down in the dumps.
Darling, they are never down and out.
Nothing but adrenaline and positivity pumps
Through their system. It is a part of their bloodline.
Everyday grind, determination and bumps
Are just a part of who they are. They sign
Away their hearts so freely because they trust
Each other just enough. Never undermine
Their love because what they have is far from lust
And fatal attraction. They had something natural
Like chemistry. They wanted to be lighter than the gust
Of wind. They are far from being collateral
Damage from this dangerous war this world
Is trying to launch against them. They are not detachable
To everyone else, but they are protected and curled
Up against one another to be saved from something unfurled.
And she was a girl with the silver spoon in her
Mouth, but lost in the bigger world. The cracks
Keep them together, not apart. They were
Two fools, having everything bounded
Together. Everything else passing by was a blur.
They did not want to lose what kept them grounded.
Life was crazy and on the edge, but they always
Had each other. They were surrounded
By dishonesty. They were never lost in the blaze
Of the fire and other elements. They were stronger
Than what brought them down and they raise
Each other up through it all. They held on longer
Than most. The up and down ride has been
Far from over for them. They stand up taller.
They have never been out or in
Of style because they do not care about
The latest fashion trend. They just want to grin
And bare it all, even the bad parts. They never pout
When life gets tough and down in the dumps.
Darling, they are never down and out.
Nothing but adrenaline and positivity pumps
Through their system. It is a part of their bloodline.
Everyday grind, determination and bumps
Are just a part of who they are. They sign
Away their hearts so freely because they trust
Each other just enough. Never undermine
Their love because what they have is far from lust
And fatal attraction. They had something natural
Like chemistry. They wanted to be lighter than the gust
Of wind. They are far from being collateral
Damage from this dangerous war this world
Is trying to launch against them. They are not detachable
To everyone else, but they are protected and curled
Up against one another to be saved from something unfurled.
Written by eswaller
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I Trust the Stars, Which Makes No Sense
Your eyes are like glass on a fire escape,
they make leaving painful.
You remind me of a sadder me
That had not yet known the agony
Of a Capulet/Montague feud.
But a me that had never known such pain
Was a me without you,
And that just won’t do,
Because we aren’t starcrossed,
we’re lightyear stretched.
Distance is the Devil,
And Circumstance is a wretch,
Both defined by what they try to take…
… little do they know,
That there are hearts at stake.
But I know that a strong heart is not defined by what it lacks,
But by what it takes back from the ravenous entropy of the miles,
And that a pain earned is better than stolen joy.
You make me a better person.
I forget my existential angst when you smile.
And that makes you one of the best things that happen to me
they make leaving painful.
You remind me of a sadder me
That had not yet known the agony
Of a Capulet/Montague feud.
But a me that had never known such pain
Was a me without you,
And that just won’t do,
Because we aren’t starcrossed,
we’re lightyear stretched.
Distance is the Devil,
And Circumstance is a wretch,
Both defined by what they try to take…
… little do they know,
That there are hearts at stake.
But I know that a strong heart is not defined by what it lacks,
But by what it takes back from the ravenous entropy of the miles,
And that a pain earned is better than stolen joy.
You make me a better person.
I forget my existential angst when you smile.
And that makes you one of the best things that happen to me
Written by HedonsHerald
(Alexander Johnson)
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Stream of Consciousness
Reaching heights holds no hesitation for me. But there is a time when I find myself needing to come down. Sometimes in gigantic leaps. Descending down into the likeness of another.
I was once a part of them, I heard what they taught me, I was changed, I experienced what they experienced. We were as one.
The time came to leave them, although. And knowing their concepts and summarising experiences I loomed above them. Not as anything superior, but as one who observes the city from a top of a skyscraper, or a carnival from the top of a Ferris wheel. I saw them, I saw around them, I saw what they could be missing and I longed for it. I journeyed further and further up until I reached a point where I could see all those who I have previously related to. The Spiritual, the youth, the travellers, the foresters, the repelled, the reached. I observed them. I observed there was a part of me left in each of them. As if my mortality was split and held onto by each one and my spirit was just left floating like a balloon. Maybe even that has been sectioned off.
Now I am in this place, and I descend myself; though all of me wants to keep grasping the moon beams and pulling myself up. I must find the minute components of this place once more. Somewhat I feel as if I am abandoning the rest of myself, silencing it. Merging myself back together at this point would be hurried, and the atoms are just as important as the whole.
I am composed of much. I feel much. I don't completely understand who is it that I am. A liquid substance, with grey eyes, as a rain cloud. Form is an unfamiliar thing.
But when I am grounded and I just see one, when I just focus on who is in my sight at the moment, it doesn't seem as scary. I don't feel as separated, maybe because they understand as well. Maybe because I see the part of them that desires to loom upward. Yet we are both here, to not cut off what we know outside of these walls, but to bring what we know into them. We expand the perspective of all who have not reached as high as us
I was once a part of them, I heard what they taught me, I was changed, I experienced what they experienced. We were as one.
The time came to leave them, although. And knowing their concepts and summarising experiences I loomed above them. Not as anything superior, but as one who observes the city from a top of a skyscraper, or a carnival from the top of a Ferris wheel. I saw them, I saw around them, I saw what they could be missing and I longed for it. I journeyed further and further up until I reached a point where I could see all those who I have previously related to. The Spiritual, the youth, the travellers, the foresters, the repelled, the reached. I observed them. I observed there was a part of me left in each of them. As if my mortality was split and held onto by each one and my spirit was just left floating like a balloon. Maybe even that has been sectioned off.
Now I am in this place, and I descend myself; though all of me wants to keep grasping the moon beams and pulling myself up. I must find the minute components of this place once more. Somewhat I feel as if I am abandoning the rest of myself, silencing it. Merging myself back together at this point would be hurried, and the atoms are just as important as the whole.
I am composed of much. I feel much. I don't completely understand who is it that I am. A liquid substance, with grey eyes, as a rain cloud. Form is an unfamiliar thing.
But when I am grounded and I just see one, when I just focus on who is in my sight at the moment, it doesn't seem as scary. I don't feel as separated, maybe because they understand as well. Maybe because I see the part of them that desires to loom upward. Yet we are both here, to not cut off what we know outside of these walls, but to bring what we know into them. We expand the perspective of all who have not reached as high as us
Written by Isgyppie_
(L.C. McQuillen)
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We must remember.
We crawled up from sea,
After the wreckage of battles once born.
We’ve been sailing ships at broken heart harbor,
Boarding runaway trains down lonely night tracks.
We are not accustom to these revolution prairies,
Even though we were born natives and pioneers of pain.
New arrivals to the unknown,
We are restlessly searching for the light halos
On the horizons of today.
Carrying pages of the past,
They are still dripping from the journey.
We move onward towards tomorrow.
Creating a wind to dry them
For the readings of the future.
We must tell these stories.
We are made for this.
We must remember.
After the wreckage of battles once born.
We’ve been sailing ships at broken heart harbor,
Boarding runaway trains down lonely night tracks.
We are not accustom to these revolution prairies,
Even though we were born natives and pioneers of pain.
New arrivals to the unknown,
We are restlessly searching for the light halos
On the horizons of today.
Carrying pages of the past,
They are still dripping from the journey.
We move onward towards tomorrow.
Creating a wind to dry them
For the readings of the future.
We must tell these stories.
We are made for this.
We must remember.
Written by IntoTheRain
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Alone
I have been unhappy for so long
that I wonder if there's any happiness left
in the world, for me. When you were sixteen
and they told you that your life was just beginning,
that if you ended it now you'd be drawing
the curtain on a show full of riches, excitement,
and life, you knew they were lying, of course,
but probably not meaning to. The stitches
come undone; the methadone of food,
TV, a little music here and there, and the illusion
of companionship is growing dull
until it is only ineffective. I am here for you, my son,
said the fictional god, and I listened
as best as I could for a while.
that I wonder if there's any happiness left
in the world, for me. When you were sixteen
and they told you that your life was just beginning,
that if you ended it now you'd be drawing
the curtain on a show full of riches, excitement,
and life, you knew they were lying, of course,
but probably not meaning to. The stitches
come undone; the methadone of food,
TV, a little music here and there, and the illusion
of companionship is growing dull
until it is only ineffective. I am here for you, my son,
said the fictional god, and I listened
as best as I could for a while.
Written by The_Silly_Sibyl
(Jack Thomas)
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Stirring a Memory
Standing over the stove
sauteeing this
simmering that
mostly from memory
but she keeps the notes nearby
her handwriting slow, careful
his less so
sometimes barely legible
He provided bits and pieces
adding emphasis
to what she'd written while watching
It wasn't the only meal he made for them
but the one best-loved
because it took time and always came with stories
as he stirred
They played on her mind
like his sauce on her tongue
Sometimes she'd cry making it alone
never tasting quite the same
only close enough
to touch
This recipe preserved on paper years ago
was the only tangible gift
he'd given her
Written by paperstains
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