Poetry competition CLOSED 11th July 2017 3:27pm
WINNER
HadesRising
HadesRising
RUNNER-UP:
dejure
Lady of the Night
Queen Of The Night
She's the lonely star up in the sky
The one that dazzles bright
She's the weary man's lullaby
She's the Queen of the Night
A demi-goddess yes she is
The one that solves it all
She changes crisis into bliss
All you need is call
They run to her with various needs
With tears in their eyes
In her they find a friend indeed
They fall for all her lies
Only if they knew her ways
Oh only if they knew
It is futile anyway
They'll never have a clue
For she has mastered her game
And took it to greater heights
The whole world has heard of her fame
As the Queen of the Night
She solves one problem
And leaves you with two
In the middle of the mayhem
What can you do?
Than turn back to her
And become her slave
That lonely bright star
Will guide you to your grave
That legendary seductress
Is always out to win
More souls without stress
Fall for her scheme
She won't move by day
The night is her time
To sweep souls away
In her life of crime
She's the lonely star in the sky
The one that dazzles bright
She's the weary man's lullaby
She's the Queen of the Night
She's the lonely star up in the sky
The one that dazzles bright
She's the weary man's lullaby
She's the Queen of the Night
A demi-goddess yes she is
The one that solves it all
She changes crisis into bliss
All you need is call
They run to her with various needs
With tears in their eyes
In her they find a friend indeed
They fall for all her lies
Only if they knew her ways
Oh only if they knew
It is futile anyway
They'll never have a clue
For she has mastered her game
And took it to greater heights
The whole world has heard of her fame
As the Queen of the Night
She solves one problem
And leaves you with two
In the middle of the mayhem
What can you do?
Than turn back to her
And become her slave
That lonely bright star
Will guide you to your grave
That legendary seductress
Is always out to win
More souls without stress
Fall for her scheme
She won't move by day
The night is her time
To sweep souls away
In her life of crime
She's the lonely star in the sky
The one that dazzles bright
She's the weary man's lullaby
She's the Queen of the Night
Carrie
Carrie
She skulks
Feral slant to her hip
Ruby bit of salty taste still dangling from lip
Wipes the rememberence off daintly with the back of her gloved hand
Was a good man...
She smirks at the ironic thought....
Good for nothing but a snack
She thinks out loud....
I sure as fuck got him off.....
Giving her vermillion lips a lick and a smack
Unnnn, just had a man...echoes the cheerleader from the school restroom in her mind
While she studied with envy the happy trail left on her chin by the handsome quarterback
But even way back then she sensed she was not the obliging kind
She had seen the girls on their knees, pseudo smiles on wavering lip
Their triumph short lived
As the quarterback unipologetically shook off what they had considered such a fine gift
Her mother had glared, spoke of hellfire associated with that kind of play
And she had suffered her burning prophesy between white virgin legs
Feeling the sharp heat of Satan by soft candle light
She plunged crucifix into self long hot night after night
She considers the long unraveling of time that had twisted her to this state
As her eyes roll towards black tress from the hunger for more
Her pointed ears lift as they alert her to the slow creak of alley door
And gude her to her next bon bouche
Be damned his fate.....
But like mama taught....
She'd be nobody's whore
So she enjoyed her dates while squirming on bone ivory plate
Carrie
She skulks
Feral slant to her hip
Ruby bit of salty taste still dangling from lip
Wipes the rememberence off daintly with the back of her gloved hand
Was a good man...
She smirks at the ironic thought....
Good for nothing but a snack
She thinks out loud....
I sure as fuck got him off.....
Giving her vermillion lips a lick and a smack
Unnnn, just had a man...echoes the cheerleader from the school restroom in her mind
While she studied with envy the happy trail left on her chin by the handsome quarterback
But even way back then she sensed she was not the obliging kind
She had seen the girls on their knees, pseudo smiles on wavering lip
Their triumph short lived
As the quarterback unipologetically shook off what they had considered such a fine gift
Her mother had glared, spoke of hellfire associated with that kind of play
And she had suffered her burning prophesy between white virgin legs
Feeling the sharp heat of Satan by soft candle light
She plunged crucifix into self long hot night after night
She considers the long unraveling of time that had twisted her to this state
As her eyes roll towards black tress from the hunger for more
Her pointed ears lift as they alert her to the slow creak of alley door
And gude her to her next bon bouche
Be damned his fate.....
But like mama taught....
She'd be nobody's whore
So she enjoyed her dates while squirming on bone ivory plate
Where parking meters become headstones
Painted nails set upon frail and dainty fingers hide inside her pocket
The steel concealed is the object of their amusement
Hiding away the five with six cruel intentions
How her skin glows beneath the giant moon
A lure for those weak enough to follow
Those who believe SHE is the wounded one
Mimicking the rabbits cries
A wolf comes into sight
Nocturnal
He smells blood but she is the night
Howls echo throughout the city street
Another noise adding to its blight
Through the rising steam of the sewer caps she disappears alone
Mysterious
Escaping the place where the parking meter becomes a headstone
Painted nails set upon frail and dainty fingers hide inside her pocket
The steel concealed is the object of their amusement
Hiding away the five with six cruel intentions
How her skin glows beneath the giant moon
A lure for those weak enough to follow
Those who believe SHE is the wounded one
Mimicking the rabbits cries
A wolf comes into sight
Nocturnal
He smells blood but she is the night
Howls echo throughout the city street
Another noise adding to its blight
Through the rising steam of the sewer caps she disappears alone
Mysterious
Escaping the place where the parking meter becomes a headstone
FORKED TONGUES AND VAMPIRIC PENS
The hunter’s moon fails to light the forest
Where hungry beasts await the slaughter
I remember our very last caress
Two lovers entwined with ghosts that haunt her
We burnt her stake and rolled in the ashes
To break her curse, sword of Damocles
I would burn for her and kill the masses
And taste the ripened fruit of her disease
The winter wytch
Pulling the stitch
That holds my heart
Within my chest
The brutal bytch
Her dire twitch
Will drag me down
Inside her grave
Where widows gather to spin their webs
Her tomb lies at the feet of black altars
The righteous climb to worship the dead
To find her slumbering there unaltered
No scar in sight where stakes cleaved her suites
Just perfect pale skin that makes the gods drool
I’ve supped ‘tween those perfect rose tipped peaks
Thus her blackest magik beget a ghoul
Her kiss taste of betrayal
Her jester, my portrayal
Plant the seed in frigid earth
Hallowed be her curse
Rebirth in haunted verse
Every promise heard is spit from her forked tongue
Every word shed through vampiric pen
Siphoning blood to parchment from my quill
All for her to devour again and again
Malice through the broken glass
A jagged shard in the eye
Ringed with candles and black cats
The winter wytch
Pulling the stitch
That holds my heart
Within my chest
The brutal bytch
Her dire twitch
Will drag me down
Inside her grave
She is the inspiration for nightmares
From Lizzie Borden to Bathory
Tread lightly within the forest, beware
Dire step from whence I carried thee
Her grave it seems to shine with lantern light
A Phantasmgoria death show
Starring the Countess of Eternal Night
Risen from death and the depths below
Her kiss taste of betrayal
Her jester, my portrayal
Plant the seed in frigid earth
Hallowed be her curse
Rebirth in haunted verse
Every promise heard is spit from her forked tongue
Every word shed through vampiric pen
Siphoning blood to parchment from my quill
All for her to devour again and again
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Where hungry beasts await the slaughter
I remember our very last caress
Two lovers entwined with ghosts that haunt her
We burnt her stake and rolled in the ashes
To break her curse, sword of Damocles
I would burn for her and kill the masses
And taste the ripened fruit of her disease
The winter wytch
Pulling the stitch
That holds my heart
Within my chest
The brutal bytch
Her dire twitch
Will drag me down
Inside her grave
Where widows gather to spin their webs
Her tomb lies at the feet of black altars
The righteous climb to worship the dead
To find her slumbering there unaltered
No scar in sight where stakes cleaved her suites
Just perfect pale skin that makes the gods drool
I’ve supped ‘tween those perfect rose tipped peaks
Thus her blackest magik beget a ghoul
Her kiss taste of betrayal
Her jester, my portrayal
Plant the seed in frigid earth
Hallowed be her curse
Rebirth in haunted verse
Every promise heard is spit from her forked tongue
Every word shed through vampiric pen
Siphoning blood to parchment from my quill
All for her to devour again and again
Malice through the broken glass
A jagged shard in the eye
Ringed with candles and black cats
The winter wytch
Pulling the stitch
That holds my heart
Within my chest
The brutal bytch
Her dire twitch
Will drag me down
Inside her grave
She is the inspiration for nightmares
From Lizzie Borden to Bathory
Tread lightly within the forest, beware
Dire step from whence I carried thee
Her grave it seems to shine with lantern light
A Phantasmgoria death show
Starring the Countess of Eternal Night
Risen from death and the depths below
Her kiss taste of betrayal
Her jester, my portrayal
Plant the seed in frigid earth
Hallowed be her curse
Rebirth in haunted verse
Every promise heard is spit from her forked tongue
Every word shed through vampiric pen
Siphoning blood to parchment from my quill
All for her to devour again and again
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Written by HadesRising
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The last night
Walking along the beautiful sea,
With the silent night,
With the bright shining moon,
With the thousand stars, yet alone,
I saw my lady in my sight.
Donned in a shiny armour,
The moon reflecting her strength,
The sea beneath her feet,
Her eyes gleaming, sparkling,
Screaming with a thousand silent words.
I may be dreaming,
I may be hallucinating.
But I didn’t want it to stop.
The burnt grass was taking over,
My mind, my brain, my conscious.
She lifted her arms in the air,
As she sang a melody,
A song perhaps,
Which I didn’t know
I didn’t understand.
Enchanted, mesmerised, I waited,
I waited for her not to finish,
I waited for her to explain,
I waited for her come into my arms.
But I waited in vain.
I wanted to run,
Towards her, away from her, somewhere.
But my frozen legs refused to obey,
My blank mind denied to command,
My disloyal heart failed to understand.
I saw her moving,
I saw her gliding,
Over the fresh waters of the ocean,
Like a beautiful butterfly,
Breaking out of its cocoon.
I asked her to wait,
I demanded her to stop.
I pleaded her to stay
Or take me along.
But she didn’t wait, didn’t stop, didn’t stay.
I fell to the cold sand,
As I saw her leave,
Away and further away.
And I was left there, alone.
Even my loneliness betrayed me.
With the silent night,
With the bright shining moon,
With the thousand stars, yet alone,
I saw my lady in my sight.
Donned in a shiny armour,
The moon reflecting her strength,
The sea beneath her feet,
Her eyes gleaming, sparkling,
Screaming with a thousand silent words.
I may be dreaming,
I may be hallucinating.
But I didn’t want it to stop.
The burnt grass was taking over,
My mind, my brain, my conscious.
She lifted her arms in the air,
As she sang a melody,
A song perhaps,
Which I didn’t know
I didn’t understand.
Enchanted, mesmerised, I waited,
I waited for her not to finish,
I waited for her to explain,
I waited for her come into my arms.
But I waited in vain.
I wanted to run,
Towards her, away from her, somewhere.
But my frozen legs refused to obey,
My blank mind denied to command,
My disloyal heart failed to understand.
I saw her moving,
I saw her gliding,
Over the fresh waters of the ocean,
Like a beautiful butterfly,
Breaking out of its cocoon.
I asked her to wait,
I demanded her to stop.
I pleaded her to stay
Or take me along.
But she didn’t wait, didn’t stop, didn’t stay.
I fell to the cold sand,
As I saw her leave,
Away and further away.
And I was left there, alone.
Even my loneliness betrayed me.
Written by Sijo_A
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Woman Of the Night
She is always there
searching
longing
yet never finding her way
You may have seen her
or you could know her
some even love her
Usually she's used and abused
then tossed aside
abandonment is reborn
the bruises and cuts
that no make up ever hide
Tis why she chooses the Night light
to forever make her stride
Even in her darkest days
she walks in complete confidence
This life she leads
is really nothing more
than a death sentence
Maybe one day the light will shine
hopefully she sees the sign
maybe it wont hurt so bad next time...
She is always there
searching
longing
yet never finding her way
You may have seen her
or you could know her
some even love her
Usually she's used and abused
then tossed aside
abandonment is reborn
the bruises and cuts
that no make up ever hide
Tis why she chooses the Night light
to forever make her stride
Even in her darkest days
she walks in complete confidence
This life she leads
is really nothing more
than a death sentence
Maybe one day the light will shine
hopefully she sees the sign
maybe it wont hurt so bad next time...
A Lady By Night
She was a lady of the night
Only seen in the darkness
A wearer of sexy uniforms
Red white and light blue
Pony tail and sensible shoe
“A wiggle in her walk
A giggle in her talk.”
Heads would always turn
Men pleading her attention
Knowing her for her devotion
Fantastic massage
With or without cream
Dressing, undressing
assistance in the shower
bend down, pick up the soap
She was my lady of the night
The girl of my dreams
She tended to all my needs
Helping to soothe my pains
Strangely at my beckon call
Could be strict
Could be compliant
But was always there
When I needed her
So unlike a wife
So much the other woman
My lady of the night
No money changing hands
Worked the graveyard shift
Nurse Jilly Macpherson
Amputee ward
She was a lady of the night
Only seen in the darkness
A wearer of sexy uniforms
Red white and light blue
Pony tail and sensible shoe
“A wiggle in her walk
A giggle in her talk.”
Heads would always turn
Men pleading her attention
Knowing her for her devotion
Fantastic massage
With or without cream
Dressing, undressing
assistance in the shower
bend down, pick up the soap
She was my lady of the night
The girl of my dreams
She tended to all my needs
Helping to soothe my pains
Strangely at my beckon call
Could be strict
Could be compliant
But was always there
When I needed her
So unlike a wife
So much the other woman
My lady of the night
No money changing hands
Worked the graveyard shift
Nurse Jilly Macpherson
Amputee ward
