Poetry competition CLOSED 28th June 2017 00:48am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
Mushrooms
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poetic piece or a non-poetic piece on mushrooms--you have a choice--it's up to you.
I don't care if it's about edible or non-edible mushrooms...it's your choice You can write about the other kinds of shrooms, too. Bob's your uncle!
Mushrooms and Illusive Dreams
so he said
whats so illusive
about dreams
they linger
like smoke
through your entrails
I said
they are elusive
you can't touch them
they don't exist
a joint shared
nothing exploded
he chewed mushrooms
he laughed
your smoke
are coloured spirals
through your entrails
we became butterflies
then little pinpricks
of light
we crashed and slept
dreaming of illusive dreams
and coloured entrails
sunsets and sunrises
became one
like rainbows after rains
Peace reigned.
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Laced face this place
Shroooom zooooom
Moooooves in flash and smoooothe
Monkey guy in my wallpaper entertains with such flare
So i stare for hours
In perma grin smooch mouch composure
Kissin this boy and that
Seeing things come outta his baseball hat
As my fingers move between every lovely strand of his hair
I look harder....
Theres butterflies coming outta his stare
Baby blue fkutter of hyacinth wing
He calls me gypsy
I call him my lizard king
The neighbors however call the po po
Oh oh....
Should have resisted the primal urge....
For neckid saturday in striped socks
And allllll the fucking fun you can have before 1 o'clock
Shroooom zooooom
Moooooves in flash and smoooothe
Monkey guy in my wallpaper entertains with such flare
So i stare for hours
In perma grin smooch mouch composure
Kissin this boy and that
Seeing things come outta his baseball hat
As my fingers move between every lovely strand of his hair
I look harder....
Theres butterflies coming outta his stare
Baby blue fkutter of hyacinth wing
He calls me gypsy
I call him my lizard king
The neighbors however call the po po
Oh oh....
Should have resisted the primal urge....
For neckid saturday in striped socks
And allllll the fucking fun you can have before 1 o'clock
Anonymous
Related submission no longer exists.
It’s not just the magic that
manifest the hallucination,
the feel of psych
when you embrace it
out of the haze
you will acknowledge
your head is nodding
without you knowing
the bass, thumping in your ears
the loops, synthesize your brain
the acids, overflow your veins
the rush the ru- ru- ru- rush remain
the hormones clog your mind
the destructiveness
the energy
the adrenaline
it’s all good
the trance
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4YvkZeLrjs
Anonymous
Some incredible work coming in fellow poets...I have to admit, I am blown away so far!
FALSE MOREL
Among the spring morels
Sprouts a deadly poison mushroom
So beware little brother
One kiss mistaken
Of an imposter's love
Will contaminate your heart
For all others forever
Sprouts a deadly poison mushroom
So beware little brother
One kiss mistaken
Of an imposter's love
Will contaminate your heart
For all others forever
Written by snugglebuck
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Anonymous
fn mesmerizing sb...whut's that falling out of your nose????
Messier110 said:fn mesmerizing sb...whut's that falling out of your nose????
A year ago this coming August, a butterfly decided to humiliate me in front of a large group of camera ready people. Needless to say she didn't find any nectar up my nose.
And yes, I'm certain she was a female, because they're the ones that love to humiliate me the most.
A year ago this coming August, a butterfly decided to humiliate me in front of a large group of camera ready people. Needless to say she didn't find any nectar up my nose.
And yes, I'm certain she was a female, because they're the ones that love to humiliate me the most.
Anonymous
Masterful.
snugglebuck said:
A year ago this coming August, a butterfly decided to humiliate me in front of a large group of camera ready people. Needless to say she didn't find any nectar up my nose.
And yes, I'm certain she was a female, because they're the ones that love to humiliate me the most.
Lol oh lawd
A year ago this coming August, a butterfly decided to humiliate me in front of a large group of camera ready people. Needless to say she didn't find any nectar up my nose.
And yes, I'm certain she was a female, because they're the ones that love to humiliate me the most.
Lol oh lawd
ISLE OF VIEW
Happy holidays....
....hollow days......
...all a daze..........
I elate
...A little late
.....I relate...
......real late....
....I ate eight
...mushrooms....
...rush moons....
...hush rooms....
Isle of view....
Isle of view....
Isle of view....
I love you......
....hollow days......
...all a daze..........
I elate
...A little late
.....I relate...
......real late....
....I ate eight
...mushrooms....
...rush moons....
...hush rooms....
Isle of view....
Isle of view....
Isle of view....
I love you......
Written by archetype23
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What's Eating You
He browsed them all, methodically, clipboard
in hand, making
careful check marks and
notes--
mostly insects,
ants, worms and depending
on length of stay, molds
would appear; Aspergillus
in contrast to waxy pallors.
His favorite was 29A, left in the shade
of an oak--
fascinating. . .
how full toad stools had sprouted
in the dampness of this spot, right
through the chest cavity;
wet, greasy shades of beige and green-tinged
grays, ready to
crumble
at the slightest touch.
He did not touch, though
he wanted to...
The tech ambled on, deadlines
to meet, more to observe, more
silence,
more stillness
in the forensic training quadrants
of the body farm.
He browsed them all, methodically, clipboard
in hand, making
careful check marks and
notes--
mostly insects,
ants, worms and depending
on length of stay, molds
would appear; Aspergillus
in contrast to waxy pallors.
His favorite was 29A, left in the shade
of an oak--
fascinating. . .
how full toad stools had sprouted
in the dampness of this spot, right
through the chest cavity;
wet, greasy shades of beige and green-tinged
grays, ready to
crumble
at the slightest touch.
He did not touch, though
he wanted to...
The tech ambled on, deadlines
to meet, more to observe, more
silence,
more stillness
in the forensic training quadrants
of the body farm.
