Poetry competition CLOSED 4th July 2017 4:03pm
WINNER
_shadoe_ (yiyi)
_shadoe_ (yiyi)
RUNNERS-UP:
PsychicApocalypse
and David_Macleod
Name Your Muse
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Each of us has an area of our universe that most inspires us or causes the majority of our words to form poetry. Name yours.
Example:
rather like a playful ferret
my muse scampers through my mind
leaving busy footprints
wreaking havoc in my being
such a contrary creature
when I long to find words
my muse frequently abandons me
and I find myself trapped
in an unwilling game of hide and seek
so random the sparks that ignite
we all understand the deepness
nightmares, heartbreak and love
but my muse stages ambushes
inspiration that catches me off-guard
sudden fog silently rolling in
the moon kissing my naked skin
people I don’t even know
as I watch them come and go
(and true, often I’m fired
with a little naughty thought and desire)
at times my muse is pure brat
ornery as hell with words forming so fast
even I can’t catch them all
so I share what I’ve been given
no argument, I take what I’m gifted
and good or bad, I usually post what I write
for that reason and many others
I name my muse Life
rather like a playful ferret
my muse scampers through my mind
leaving busy footprints
wreaking havoc in my being
such a contrary creature
when I long to find words
my muse frequently abandons me
and I find myself trapped
in an unwilling game of hide and seek
so random the sparks that ignite
we all understand the deepness
nightmares, heartbreak and love
but my muse stages ambushes
inspiration that catches me off-guard
sudden fog silently rolling in
the moon kissing my naked skin
people I don’t even know
as I watch them come and go
(and true, often I’m fired
with a little naughty thought and desire)
at times my muse is pure brat
ornery as hell with words forming so fast
even I can’t catch them all
so I share what I’ve been given
no argument, I take what I’m gifted
and good or bad, I usually post what I write
for that reason and many others
I name my muse Life
Lust
Sweet ash
Ecstasy
Block of flow to grey matter
Dissolves the mind
Saturday night revival
Visceral salute
Raises glass in haŕvest
Clink
Cheers to èpiphany proudfoot
Her angelheart redemption
Bloodlet
To cocks crow
Grows wicked thrust in mind
And hip
With a madness found
In sun wont quit
Like summer
In hot delta heat
And break neck beat
Of virgin gentlmans daughter
And her fiřst eye rolling flutteŕ of daŕk hood
Causïng days
And exhausted days
From good long nights
Of sweet no sleep
Sweet ash
Ecstasy
Block of flow to grey matter
Dissolves the mind
Saturday night revival
Visceral salute
Raises glass in haŕvest
Clink
Cheers to èpiphany proudfoot
Her angelheart redemption
Bloodlet
To cocks crow
Grows wicked thrust in mind
And hip
With a madness found
In sun wont quit
Like summer
In hot delta heat
And break neck beat
Of virgin gentlmans daughter
And her fiřst eye rolling flutteŕ of daŕk hood
Causïng days
And exhausted days
From good long nights
Of sweet no sleep
werbepause ~ {the exes}
i dry nerium memories,
steep the leaves
in the warm salt
of impotent fury,
a testament
to transience
swirling in my tea cup ~
... & i offered them
the frosted skulls
of seven love birds,
something to take
the edge off
their appetite for
what i hold precious ...
*
they chose to suck
the marrow
from my bones
& built tombs in
the honeycomb matrix
{tabernacles to
my treacherous heart}
inscribing metaphors
of macabre romance
in the fissures
of their departure ...
... i love them all
in eternal verse,
worship their
fleeting presence
in shrines of ink
& body fluid,
taste their lips
one last time
& savor
the goodbye
//
i dry nerium memories,
steep the leaves
in the warm salt
of impotent fury,
a testament
to transience
swirling in my tea cup ~
... & i offered them
the frosted skulls
of seven love birds,
something to take
the edge off
their appetite for
what i hold precious ...
*
they chose to suck
the marrow
from my bones
& built tombs in
the honeycomb matrix
{tabernacles to
my treacherous heart}
inscribing metaphors
of macabre romance
in the fissures
of their departure ...
... i love them all
in eternal verse,
worship their
fleeting presence
in shrines of ink
& body fluid,
taste their lips
one last time
& savor
the goodbye
//
Anonymous
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Muse.
Your poetry seeps
within the spaces between
my soul and sinew
igniting something
I thought dead,
or at least dormant.
The arcs and truths
you display conjure
images of my fingers
tracing the lines of your
body and prose
and half guilty thoughts
tease my mind as
they reverberate
around my cranium.
You have no Idea
of the power of your words,
the literary Siren, who,
without even knowing
beguiles me
to the point of madness.
Your poetry seeps
within the spaces between
my soul and sinew
igniting something
I thought dead,
or at least dormant.
The arcs and truths
you display conjure
images of my fingers
tracing the lines of your
body and prose
and half guilty thoughts
tease my mind as
they reverberate
around my cranium.
You have no Idea
of the power of your words,
the literary Siren, who,
without even knowing
beguiles me
to the point of madness.
My Muses and inspirations
Beloved, the flash of your eyes
the sound of your feet
walking on frothy waves
inspires divine words
from within
to form verses for you
birdsongs and bees buzz
outside my window
falling leaves
and colours of the wind
songs of the leaves
dance of flower petals
rainbows in the sky
covenants of peace
drizzles on midday sun
cleansing showers
puddles on the walkway
singing Kermit on it
the gentle breath
of my beloved
the cold midnight air
presence without existence
alone but not lonely
my beloved and I
My inspiration
my muse, they all are mine
exist I in their midst
a gossamer soul
within heart
Love.
the sound of your feet
walking on frothy waves
inspires divine words
from within
to form verses for you
birdsongs and bees buzz
outside my window
falling leaves
and colours of the wind
songs of the leaves
dance of flower petals
rainbows in the sky
covenants of peace
drizzles on midday sun
cleansing showers
puddles on the walkway
singing Kermit on it
the gentle breath
of my beloved
the cold midnight air
presence without existence
alone but not lonely
my beloved and I
My inspiration
my muse, they all are mine
exist I in their midst
a gossamer soul
within heart
Love.
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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-You Created A Piece of My Whole Existence-
A concrete barrier formed in my heart
the minute you exhausted yourself inside of me
I split
the perfect mixture of pain & hate
which moves my soul,
it spurns me on
to greener pastures
which truly never existed
except in the minds of those
with rosy thoughts.
Fuck you.
A concrete barrier formed in my heart
the minute you exhausted yourself inside of me
I split
the perfect mixture of pain & hate
which moves my soul,
it spurns me on
to greener pastures
which truly never existed
except in the minds of those
with rosy thoughts.
Fuck you.
