Poetry competition CLOSED 27th June 2017 10:42pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
Begining of the darkness
The Void
Peering out to an infinite stream of reflections
Mirrored images that seem to be the same as the next one
Angrily question world power, egerly destined
Reachin for heaven Attacking Devils
Clashing like rebels in Egypt and the Nascan Desert...
Artifacts glyphs maps n symbols;
Hidden stashed within enchanted temples
Society's eye on mass members of crashed agendas
A mass extinction of man and every creature
Rich with power and evil...Devour the people....
These simple cowards are see through in the shadows of egos
I snap shackle the sheeple leave you cracked shattered to pieces
And ask why are we lashing out for stacks of cheddar
Spark trees hit the grass with embers
Live to pass the test that lacks in measure...
Cash will never pass as a current lasting treasure
The masses plaster casted with the blackest endeavor
Asking the devil to release us, reverse the three six
Until the beast rests, no more darkness from his weak grips....
Peering out to an infinite stream of reflections
Mirrored images that seem to be the same as the next one
Angrily question world power, egerly destined
Reachin for heaven Attacking Devils
Clashing like rebels in Egypt and the Nascan Desert...
Artifacts glyphs maps n symbols;
Hidden stashed within enchanted temples
Society's eye on mass members of crashed agendas
A mass extinction of man and every creature
Rich with power and evil...Devour the people....
These simple cowards are see through in the shadows of egos
I snap shackle the sheeple leave you cracked shattered to pieces
And ask why are we lashing out for stacks of cheddar
Spark trees hit the grass with embers
Live to pass the test that lacks in measure...
Cash will never pass as a current lasting treasure
The masses plaster casted with the blackest endeavor
Asking the devil to release us, reverse the three six
Until the beast rests, no more darkness from his weak grips....
The Darkness always was
Although the light--before, its maker
Twisted, spoke, and trifle shake her
The darkness, boy? This pitiful thing
Which swallows poor men just to purchase a ring?!
No, my friend, the darkness was
Its way is broad, the highway buzz!
They call it peachy, I call it fuzz
Yes, my friend, the darkness was.
And yet, we come where secrets hide.
To shine, and rhyme, eternal pride
The light, my friend, will always be
No matter how slavish, the world is free
The light and shadow and rhyme and men
Comes together again.
As friend.
Although the light--before, its maker
Twisted, spoke, and trifle shake her
The darkness, boy? This pitiful thing
Which swallows poor men just to purchase a ring?!
No, my friend, the darkness was
Its way is broad, the highway buzz!
They call it peachy, I call it fuzz
Yes, my friend, the darkness was.
And yet, we come where secrets hide.
To shine, and rhyme, eternal pride
The light, my friend, will always be
No matter how slavish, the world is free
The light and shadow and rhyme and men
Comes together again.
As friend.
Where It Begins
Crow-black, picks away at hearts
with each kicked-in sand castle and
dateless prom nights, sour words
in the girls’ bathroom, meant
to sear like cigarette ash flicked
in contempt.
Lipstick never made a replica of
the lass on the pages—she grinned wildly,
boys bowed before her, while
seepage of more shadows unlocked
places inside, longing to be filled with
unnamable somethings.
Where are all the other souls
that don’t belong?
Bombs echo through cavernous thoughts
reaching those who will hear—eventually
all mouths roar, momentary limelight,
some more bloody than others.
No one remembers the wallflowers, just
the deeds of the wicked.
Crow-black, picks away at hearts
with each kicked-in sand castle and
dateless prom nights, sour words
in the girls’ bathroom, meant
to sear like cigarette ash flicked
in contempt.
Lipstick never made a replica of
the lass on the pages—she grinned wildly,
boys bowed before her, while
seepage of more shadows unlocked
places inside, longing to be filled with
unnamable somethings.
Where are all the other souls
that don’t belong?
Bombs echo through cavernous thoughts
reaching those who will hear—eventually
all mouths roar, momentary limelight,
some more bloody than others.
No one remembers the wallflowers, just
the deeds of the wicked.
Anonymous
--Do You Know Any Pretty Flowers--
It's a struggle,
a struggle to be you,
to be just like everybody else.
Strike up fear.
The fear of not being,
not being good enough,
like everybody else
in the world
which lies,
lies in darkness.
I say rise up good people.
Give fear the thumb!
Fuck fear in the arse!
Get your hands dirty!
Plant your own planet
in your own mind!
It's a struggle,
a struggle to be you,
to be just like everybody else.
Strike up fear.
The fear of not being,
not being good enough,
like everybody else
in the world
which lies,
lies in darkness.
I say rise up good people.
Give fear the thumb!
Fuck fear in the arse!
Get your hands dirty!
Plant your own planet
in your own mind!
Anonymous
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Masks to hide a hostaged soul
Everyday new masks worn
To hide a soul taken hostage by shadows
But the eyes will never change
Same eyes that turn lustrous sunsets grey
Masks fit tighter and tighter by day
Slowly suffocating the breath of his life away
A stranger's cold eyes stare back in the mirror
The only thing seen of a face shrouded by darkened flames
Big smile booming laughter, the prancing jester has them all fooled
Silently begging someone to see
The cracks in the mask
That let soundless teardrops fall through unnoticed
Staring at the moon caressed by clouds
Watching the soft glow of man made stars streaming through the sky
Musing, perhaps deaths soothing grip will ease the pain
A permanent smile etched into his face, he scares himself
Humanity peeling off, a twisted creature revealing itself
Behind the mask, thrashing, writhing is a tortured heart
Tormented by the grating melody of rage and sorrow
Written by sankara
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When It Came
Darkness was witnessed by forces that wait
Who never knew that they were blind of sight
And as of mind this too was short of light
For to this day is still their endless fate
And since their minion birthed cannot compare
A world, a universe within this blight
The darkness that they know both day & night
From stars that leave their clues at which they stare
With eyes that shrivel useless over time
And minds that cannot stretch beyond the void
Who know not if existence is destroyed
For all is lost is not the slope they climb
Instead of hatred that you'd think they know
The force instead is filled with empathy
And love that goes beyond a chemistry
A gift to human thought begins to grow
Before the Beginning
It’s always been there, before the beginning,
Hiding all the secrets of the universe,
And when the light came, it was overshadowed,
Oxymoronically,
And to life it became all things adverse.
It never had any origination, even in all creation,
Before anything existed nothing was there,
It became synonymous with whatever may be evil,
And paradoxically,
It can balance the equation in what we bear.
It’s always been a mystery, the ultimate riddle,
The one that carries many solutions,
Answers hidden as if forbidden to see the day,
Then radically,
Our thinking changes with evolution.
Darkness didn't have a birth, nor does it have an end,
It was always there from the start,
It’s been a part of our history, even human nature,
And ironically,
It even exists in parts inside the heart.
It’s always been there, before the beginning,
Hiding all the secrets of the universe,
And when the light came, it was overshadowed,
Oxymoronically,
And to life it became all things adverse.
It never had any origination, even in all creation,
Before anything existed nothing was there,
It became synonymous with whatever may be evil,
And paradoxically,
It can balance the equation in what we bear.
It’s always been a mystery, the ultimate riddle,
The one that carries many solutions,
Answers hidden as if forbidden to see the day,
Then radically,
Our thinking changes with evolution.
Darkness didn't have a birth, nor does it have an end,
It was always there from the start,
It’s been a part of our history, even human nature,
And ironically,
It even exists in parts inside the heart.
Love of the Dark
Darkness, coming from the shadows
And depths. Like dark ocean water going
Over your head. You are without clothes
Or something to protect you. It is showing
You something about yourself you would
Never see or notice in the light. It is a mirror,
It reflects all of the bad, ugly and good
Parts of yourself. It is murky, but is clearer
Like the dark and starry sky above you
When you lie down on the soft grass.
You begin to lose the brightness and blue
Sky but you get a look through the glass.
It is for the people who are fearless, brave
And not afraid of anything or anyone, not
Even the demons. Do not let it enslave
You or let it become something that brought
You down to your knees and a prayer.
It is more than a simple and cold touch.
Darkness is everything that is threadbare,
Warm and worn out. It is not a crutch.
And depths. Like dark ocean water going
Over your head. You are without clothes
Or something to protect you. It is showing
You something about yourself you would
Never see or notice in the light. It is a mirror,
It reflects all of the bad, ugly and good
Parts of yourself. It is murky, but is clearer
Like the dark and starry sky above you
When you lie down on the soft grass.
You begin to lose the brightness and blue
Sky but you get a look through the glass.
It is for the people who are fearless, brave
And not afraid of anything or anyone, not
Even the demons. Do not let it enslave
You or let it become something that brought
You down to your knees and a prayer.
It is more than a simple and cold touch.
Darkness is everything that is threadbare,
Warm and worn out. It is not a crutch.
Written by eswaller
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quintessence
in the seeking this eternity unknown
in the becoming of a plasmic bird, in “the
unbearable ‘light’ness of being", floatative in blinding wavelengths imperceptible
in the poetry of crudest clouds bursting unto threads of glassy dissolutions
in the artistry of darkest abstractions that’s shaping as love, just love
in the seeking this eternity unknown
in the becoming of a plasmic bird, in “the
unbearable ‘light’ness of being", floatative in blinding wavelengths imperceptible
in the poetry of crudest clouds bursting unto threads of glassy dissolutions
in the artistry of darkest abstractions that’s shaping as love, just love
Anonymous
`one of`
your horned beast guts me
from belly to throat;
a re`moat of blood
descends and ascends
un`sublime, I am a chalked outline
around halos & wings;
as my bodice grows cold
as my flesh grows old
as my spirit betroths
to my soul getting sold
`neath the man on the cross
my human sight
becomes a cosmic blight
killing that spark of light of mine;
what was once good, pure
and holy
has become evil, demonic
and unholy;
I am but one darkness
and this is my beginning
Anonymous
Another great comp!
Honestly, I thought
my poem was mediocre
compared to the entries
so in a nutshell I was
sweatin` it.
Again, going up against
some of the best Poets
of DU was such an Honor
A big THANKS to the Host
for thinking of such a comp
!
Honestly, I thought
my poem was mediocre
compared to the entries
so in a nutshell I was
sweatin` it.
Again, going up against
some of the best Poets
of DU was such an Honor
A big THANKS to the Host
for thinking of such a comp
! 
