Poetry competition CLOSED 11th July 2017 3:27pm
WINNER
HadesRising
HadesRising
RUNNER-UP:
dejure
Lady of the Night
Goddess
Does it hurt to be
just a reflection of man?
Even though you glitter
and dance... alone you stand.
It's the few of us
who adore your individual splendor
unequaled beauty.
Through the nights,
we who are embraced
in the warmth of your serenity.
Mother of fascination
you hold in your hand the secret of life.
Shadowed by patriarchal entities,
with grace... you let your own brilliance shine.
Unashamed...
all eyes bare witness to your nakedness.
True to yourself...
you hold no malice to man's wretchedness.
The nights, they pass
You grow weary, you grow thin.
You keep on giving
Your face at times, glows with a grin.
The Original Queen of the night....
in the darkness,
you sing your own tune.
You who've spawn Goddesses from your light...
Our nightly Sun...
Our Lady Moon.
Does it hurt to be
just a reflection of man?
Even though you glitter
and dance... alone you stand.
It's the few of us
who adore your individual splendor
unequaled beauty.
Through the nights,
we who are embraced
in the warmth of your serenity.
Mother of fascination
you hold in your hand the secret of life.
Shadowed by patriarchal entities,
with grace... you let your own brilliance shine.
Unashamed...
all eyes bare witness to your nakedness.
True to yourself...
you hold no malice to man's wretchedness.
The nights, they pass
You grow weary, you grow thin.
You keep on giving
Your face at times, glows with a grin.
The Original Queen of the night....
in the darkness,
you sing your own tune.
You who've spawn Goddesses from your light...
Our nightly Sun...
Our Lady Moon.
luna(r)iver
amicable stars, they
sneak from under the
belligerent clouds
growling at the silence
spitting silver bolts at
the mischievous wind
nocturnals rule over
the heliocentric lives
painting rainbows
in black, grey and white
and she brought
milk and honey
revealing her face
calming the wind
silencing the clouds
ample light for the
flourishing passion
hold my neck
swirl on my back
I will bring you home
before the siren song
let us sweat out
this cold night
before the dawn
pull up the bright
let us ride through
hills and meadows
falling on rocks and
under the shadows
I rode these streams
thinking of you
riding with me
to carry your reflection
and bring you ashore
I release you
to sleep and dive
into the depths of
the deep blues
until the next
lunar day
for this
sensation
Written by dejure
(vick)
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fluoresce
1.
))bluebirdaycious((
your wistful melancholy
floats in as miraging bits -of winged summer suns
amidst the haziness- wintery thickets of separation
hidden within the tones
you sing all along these cold murderous days-
there is a honey caramelized warmth of pencilling sunrays
that I could see through distinctively..its sunflower bouquet
of faith to hold on for his love in the distance marred
with walls and thorns of delusional spacetimes
warring against love
2.
>>fallen bluerescence <<
unto the twilightless darkness of grossly fallen nights, where
do you disappear my bluebird, singing your wistful melancholy
all through these soulless dimming days
burdened with no scents of his arrival
eyes neither sleep nor strain under the faintly lanterns my thatchless
skies flicker, I stitch yearly threads of elasticity as mingling compressive
crosses of our hearts over my wrinkleless laced night gowns
retting heavy with hope and tears
this wait in the fluoresce-
is just short of that his word and glance in love’s promise
that grows as the only nearing sun which takes it in itself
the densely heaving bluish spathes of such daynights- and not
the bluebird's poetic elegance and painful wait's faithblossoms
Written by summultima
(uma)
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Her Primal Nature
The lady has a certain way she can persuade,
Like strayed thoughts can exhaust you in the night,
And by the light of the moon, she’ll make you swoon,
Like dreams of desire and winged visions that take flight.
She has a surreal and yet a genuine attraction,
So it’s a natural reaction to be fascinated by her,
There is a light and subtle hint with one little blink,
The way she calls can make you pause and cause quite a stir.
Her demeanor is casual and yet all so sensual,
With an exceptional magnetism it’s very incredible,
One can’t help but want her with all her primal nature,
But you can find yourself with a longing that’s unquenchable.
The lady has an inner light within the darkness,
And if you can harness your emotions, take control,
Your feelings can lead you astray in the way she sways,
Be wary of the lady of the night or she’ll consume your soul.
The lady has a certain way she can persuade,
Like strayed thoughts can exhaust you in the night,
And by the light of the moon, she’ll make you swoon,
Like dreams of desire and winged visions that take flight.
She has a surreal and yet a genuine attraction,
So it’s a natural reaction to be fascinated by her,
There is a light and subtle hint with one little blink,
The way she calls can make you pause and cause quite a stir.
Her demeanor is casual and yet all so sensual,
With an exceptional magnetism it’s very incredible,
One can’t help but want her with all her primal nature,
But you can find yourself with a longing that’s unquenchable.
The lady has an inner light within the darkness,
And if you can harness your emotions, take control,
Your feelings can lead you astray in the way she sways,
Be wary of the lady of the night or she’ll consume your soul.
Anonymous
Demon-esq Infractions
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The daylight of her eyeless eyes
were predatorily masked by the ruins
of her black lacquer mascara;
she brings to life demon whores of the night
-----
The antiquity of metal ceiling fan blades
circulating the marvel of her pained beauty
have rusted the color of many a lovers hair as
words of lust remained hemmed on her tongue
-----
In a far off lovers crying distance,
a blasphemous musical note fucks
with Berlioz’s circa. 1800 romanticism
only to plague the rouge of erogenous lips
left to trail beyond the fold of odorous breasts
-----
There within the valley of shadow of death
the mistress weeps her condemnations of rape
while the serpentines’ spitfire toke blisters of equable
there beneath the hymen of a thousand virgin hymns
I am new here I thought it would be interesting to submit my poem to this contest.
Lady Of The Night
She who walks with shadows
stalk your dimly lit dreams,
she kisses your fears with her frozen lips.
She who lives in shady meadows
moving swiftly through the trees,
she can only be seen on a fullmoon night
when her shadow beams with an eery light.
Her stalking frame looms over the night
as she waits for the dawn's sunlight.
© 2017 AutisticPoet
Lady Of The Night
She who walks with shadows
stalk your dimly lit dreams,
she kisses your fears with her frozen lips.
She who lives in shady meadows
moving swiftly through the trees,
she can only be seen on a fullmoon night
when her shadow beams with an eery light.
Her stalking frame looms over the night
as she waits for the dawn's sunlight.
© 2017 AutisticPoet
Labels
Crimson lips,
lip balm for softness.
Standing at the corner,
the cold slipping up her bare legs.
Her eyes are blood shot,
alert for any headlights to swing by.
So she can whip out her charms
and earn herself a warm bed for tonight.
A customer comes up,
and flashes a 50 dollar note.
"Are you shitting me?" she whispers,
just like gas prices,
her charges has also gone up.
The girl sharing the block with her,
looks like she hasn't eaten.
The Lavender color upon her young lips,
doesn't hide the disappointment.
"You go baby girl.
I'll get the next guy cause I'm a pro"
She watches as the young girl gets in the car,
and prepares to brave the cold.
She's needs the money,
but more than that she'd like to kill
at least a couple minutes of loneliness.
Nothing wrong with strange company
if they're willing to pay her to undress.
She'll give them what's missing,
just 30 minutes and it's over.
Thirty minutes of hell,
then she could have a warm shower.
He'll be off before she got out.
With money on the bedside table.
Though a Lady of the night she might be,
a prostitute she has been labelled.
She doesn't care though,
because she sees the headlights of a Rolls Royce.
Pumping seductivity to 100%,
so that they know they've made the right choice.
A warm bed, a warm shower,
couple minutes of company,
even the earning was good.
She lays on the bed,
in a disgusting motel,
but loving it the only way a Lady of the Night would.
Crimson lips,
lip balm for softness.
Standing at the corner,
the cold slipping up her bare legs.
Her eyes are blood shot,
alert for any headlights to swing by.
So she can whip out her charms
and earn herself a warm bed for tonight.
A customer comes up,
and flashes a 50 dollar note.
"Are you shitting me?" she whispers,
just like gas prices,
her charges has also gone up.
The girl sharing the block with her,
looks like she hasn't eaten.
The Lavender color upon her young lips,
doesn't hide the disappointment.
"You go baby girl.
I'll get the next guy cause I'm a pro"
She watches as the young girl gets in the car,
and prepares to brave the cold.
She's needs the money,
but more than that she'd like to kill
at least a couple minutes of loneliness.
Nothing wrong with strange company
if they're willing to pay her to undress.
She'll give them what's missing,
just 30 minutes and it's over.
Thirty minutes of hell,
then she could have a warm shower.
He'll be off before she got out.
With money on the bedside table.
Though a Lady of the night she might be,
a prostitute she has been labelled.
She doesn't care though,
because she sees the headlights of a Rolls Royce.
Pumping seductivity to 100%,
so that they know they've made the right choice.
A warm bed, a warm shower,
couple minutes of company,
even the earning was good.
She lays on the bed,
in a disgusting motel,
but loving it the only way a Lady of the Night would.
Thank You everyone for participating in this competition. Congratulations to Hades, Vick and Devlin for winning the competition. I had a problem awarding the trophies as all the writes were tremendously good. I had to rope in non-DU members to help and the results are as announced. Thank you very much to all participants and I hope to see you in my next competition.
