Poetry competition CLOSED 17th November 2017 8:47am
WINNER
wallyroo92
wallyroo92
RUNNERS-UP:
Nephele
and samael
romance
In the Stillness and the Silence
She’s like stardust,
Beyond an imaginary dream,
Unattainable but always there,
Shining bright in the night sky,
Smiling close upon him,
Like the memory of a reverie
That only a few dare declare.
She is his inspiration,
The source of all motivation and ideas
That fill his head,
The muse who moves and stirs him,
With wonderful emotions,
The notion that feeds his soul
Like daily bread.
He is in complete awe of her,
An admiration that goes so far,
Beyond any star in the galaxy,
A fantasy that’s just like reality,
It’s tangible and palpable,
Unmistakable in his heart.
They share those comfortable moments,
In the stillness and the silence of a glance,
The radiant energy flows between them,
Vibrant and with a delicious torment,
Nothing else can compare,
To their romance.
She’s like stardust,
Beyond an imaginary dream,
Unattainable but always there,
Shining bright in the night sky,
Smiling close upon him,
Like the memory of a reverie
That only a few dare declare.
She is his inspiration,
The source of all motivation and ideas
That fill his head,
The muse who moves and stirs him,
With wonderful emotions,
The notion that feeds his soul
Like daily bread.
He is in complete awe of her,
An admiration that goes so far,
Beyond any star in the galaxy,
A fantasy that’s just like reality,
It’s tangible and palpable,
Unmistakable in his heart.
They share those comfortable moments,
In the stillness and the silence of a glance,
The radiant energy flows between them,
Vibrant and with a delicious torment,
Nothing else can compare,
To their romance.
For A Number Of Seconds
Physical boundaries
Blur
Disintegrate
Deep space
Infinity black
Nebula slide show
Becoming One
with
Everything
I
Am
Home
Safe
This
is what I
saw
What I
felt
That first
time
we
embraced
© Kate Adams 12/11/17
Physical boundaries
Blur
Disintegrate
Deep space
Infinity black
Nebula slide show
Becoming One
with
Everything
I
Am
Home
Safe
This
is what I
saw
What I
felt
That first
time
we
embraced
© Kate Adams 12/11/17
When There Is a We
One day, I want there to be a “us” and “we.”
Darling, I want more than just wearing your t-
Shirt. I want your name and just being with
You. Darling, I want to be the wordsmith
That comes out when no one is around to
Hear because what I have to say is for you
And your ears only. I wish there was a day
On which I wish I could declare and say
How much I love you without being afraid
To say it at all. You are more than my spade
Of hearts because you are always my king
And there is always going to be something
In your eyes that makes me want to take
A bullet for you. A queen who will make
Her move to protect her king at all costs.
I want everything that melts and defrosts.
I want a relationship without the labels
And titles. I want us to flip the tables
And scripts. I want to make, set and
Break rules. I want to hold your hand.
Darling, I want more than just wearing your t-
Shirt. I want your name and just being with
You. Darling, I want to be the wordsmith
That comes out when no one is around to
Hear because what I have to say is for you
And your ears only. I wish there was a day
On which I wish I could declare and say
How much I love you without being afraid
To say it at all. You are more than my spade
Of hearts because you are always my king
And there is always going to be something
In your eyes that makes me want to take
A bullet for you. A queen who will make
Her move to protect her king at all costs.
I want everything that melts and defrosts.
I want a relationship without the labels
And titles. I want us to flip the tables
And scripts. I want to make, set and
Break rules. I want to hold your hand.
Written by eswaller
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sunbaby*
Sun bounces on the forgotten ocean
Moon slides over remembering grass
The promised land trips into my mind
Soon the first thoughts will never last...
A crooked stream never pulls itself straight
The winded cave sound in my head
A pot of emotional luck with logic stirring
Makes a soup too hot to taste instead...
A release to the internally cosmos
As the soul expanding across into one
Flying high over the clouded view point
With a compass and vision still unspun...
Point the way, my magnetic seer
The love I seek lives on a distant Aether
Vibrate the message for the spine to tune in
A circling dream, we will turn in the end...
Red bloom on a spiraling comet
I reached and plucked in it's passing
This flower of her memory in my heart
Still grows there everlasting...
Moon slides over remembering grass
The promised land trips into my mind
Soon the first thoughts will never last...
A crooked stream never pulls itself straight
The winded cave sound in my head
A pot of emotional luck with logic stirring
Makes a soup too hot to taste instead...
A release to the internally cosmos
As the soul expanding across into one
Flying high over the clouded view point
With a compass and vision still unspun...
Point the way, my magnetic seer
The love I seek lives on a distant Aether
Vibrate the message for the spine to tune in
A circling dream, we will turn in the end...
Red bloom on a spiraling comet
I reached and plucked in it's passing
This flower of her memory in my heart
Still grows there everlasting...
Written by runaway-mindtrain
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Hidden Treasures In Your Heart (I shall discover)
I failed to comprehend the puzzling pieces of your soul...
Yet I deny to give up
What beholds within your chest?
What treasures do you keep?
Locked away with locks;
that don't even come with a key
Chained with iron chain;
that takes a saw to even loosen
Still I know
there's jewels yet to be discovered-
it's bound to be conquered..
Draw me a map to your island-
to your lonesome soul, I shall venture
Accompany you with my presence...
Sweeten your days-
with candied bacon and chocolate pieces
Treasure your pearls and gems inside,
their priceless values-
soon to be mine
Kept away, buried and entombed-
in your deserted islanded heart...
I shall uncover, set it free...
Go through rough seas and high tides to your mind,
to reach my destination;
your soul
your all
Fuel my boat-
with your love and hopes
My heart and soul, I shall devote-
for the knowledge of your thoughts...
the royal seat in your castle
I shall not abandon this journey to achieve..
Once it's found I will not let it be taken,
stolen
broken
forsaken
Never shall it be uncared for-
For your lovely prize is a glorious pride
it's rich possession, is my obsession..
It shall be safe,
it shall be mine...
Belonging to my treasure- chest,
my heart...
Right inside my palms I shall hold it tight
Kiss it delicate love, keep it in sight
Love shall guide my way
Yet I deny to give up
What beholds within your chest?
What treasures do you keep?
Locked away with locks;
that don't even come with a key
Chained with iron chain;
that takes a saw to even loosen
Still I know
there's jewels yet to be discovered-
it's bound to be conquered..
Draw me a map to your island-
to your lonesome soul, I shall venture
Accompany you with my presence...
Sweeten your days-
with candied bacon and chocolate pieces
Treasure your pearls and gems inside,
their priceless values-
soon to be mine
Kept away, buried and entombed-
in your deserted islanded heart...
I shall uncover, set it free...
Go through rough seas and high tides to your mind,
to reach my destination;
your soul
your all
Fuel my boat-
with your love and hopes
My heart and soul, I shall devote-
for the knowledge of your thoughts...
the royal seat in your castle
I shall not abandon this journey to achieve..
Once it's found I will not let it be taken,
stolen
broken
forsaken
Never shall it be uncared for-
For your lovely prize is a glorious pride
it's rich possession, is my obsession..
It shall be safe,
it shall be mine...
Belonging to my treasure- chest,
my heart...
Right inside my palms I shall hold it tight
Kiss it delicate love, keep it in sight
Love shall guide my way
Written by SourMelon0313
(H)
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blue is the color of a woman
Woman……woman…..I said, woman!
Woman, cut from a man’s side…..bone of bone, flesh of flesh….
taken from a man’s side……
taken from a man’s side….
taken from inside of a man……
from inside of a man….losing comfort…..
losing a divine unity….
coming from inside of a man…
woman grows to understand that her life may be difficult to accept
woman, destined to be a part of pain and agony….
and yet, one may choose to believe the superstition,
the superstition presenting a baby girl into the world,
so pretty in pink…..you think?
Think again! What, I tell you is true….there is no compromise
blue is the color of a woman!
Woman…..woman, female adult human being……
the softer sex…
or so one may say!
Woman, the things you may have to go through…
it may not even seem fair….
especially today when it is so rare to meet a man,
a man that can truly sympathize,
for he most definitely can’t empathize,
you see, it’s simple,
a man can’t be a woman and a woman can’t be a man…..
leaving plenty of room for each to misunderstand……
each other. Today, when relationships find a man wanting to run out…
finding a man wanting to leave….
a woman stays….
a woman stays and no matter what number of children may be involved…..a woman stays…
working three jobs sometimes,
refusing welfare…..
a man will leave…..
a woman stays…..
a real woman stays…..
and although she may cry…..
she demonstrates her inner strength…..
evolving into a double role of mother and father…..
blue is the color of a woman!
Woman…..
a lady enters….
a lady enters a world of double standards that may not recognize her as an “equal” to a man….
reflecting the universal ignorance of the fact that it ain’t necessarily
what’s on the outside that makes the individual….
damn, if clothes don’t make the man…
it certainly don’t make the woman….
sure, woman, made from a slightly different mold…..
I’m told with more curves,
but no less nerves….
than my brother……
woman, woman with a diversity of possibilities…..
sophisticated lady…..
endless potentials…
if given a chance….
possessing more than an infectious smile….
woman’s got a mind…woman’s got ideas……
an intellectual……woman can think…..not simply an object of some man’s affection…..
I must object…..woman ain’t no object at all…..
blue is the color of a woman!
Yes, blue is the color of a woman……
lacking the natural inspiration given to a man…
inspiration necessary for this woman to breathe…
ain’t asking to be treated special…
ain’t asking for anything that I don’t deserve…
woman, ain’t much different from a man…..
and yet, differences there are suppose to be…
blue is the color of a woman…..
separated from a man by consequence,
woman wants a chance, a possibility, a hope….to live…
blue is the color of a woman
a woman, needing the essential atmosphere….
shared by a man, a man that has no fear……
of a woman who dares to strive,
dares to fight, dares to believe that there is a world for a man and a woman…….
blue is the color of a woman
a woman whose dreams are dying,
dying without the breath, the breath of life…….
without the touch of love……
woman, woman, conceived of a man ….to know a man…..
to conceive a man…
woman, mother of a world…..
strong, filled with emotion and affection……
ultimate compassion……
the architectural design,
the makings of a woman…….
awesome! Man!
Blue is the color of a woman!
Ironeyes
7/20/99
Woman……woman…..I said, woman!
Woman, cut from a man’s side…..bone of bone, flesh of flesh….
taken from a man’s side……
taken from a man’s side….
taken from inside of a man……
from inside of a man….losing comfort…..
losing a divine unity….
coming from inside of a man…
woman grows to understand that her life may be difficult to accept
woman, destined to be a part of pain and agony….
and yet, one may choose to believe the superstition,
the superstition presenting a baby girl into the world,
so pretty in pink…..you think?
Think again! What, I tell you is true….there is no compromise
blue is the color of a woman!
Woman…..woman, female adult human being……
the softer sex…
or so one may say!
Woman, the things you may have to go through…
it may not even seem fair….
especially today when it is so rare to meet a man,
a man that can truly sympathize,
for he most definitely can’t empathize,
you see, it’s simple,
a man can’t be a woman and a woman can’t be a man…..
leaving plenty of room for each to misunderstand……
each other. Today, when relationships find a man wanting to run out…
finding a man wanting to leave….
a woman stays….
a woman stays and no matter what number of children may be involved…..a woman stays…
working three jobs sometimes,
refusing welfare…..
a man will leave…..
a woman stays…..
a real woman stays…..
and although she may cry…..
she demonstrates her inner strength…..
evolving into a double role of mother and father…..
blue is the color of a woman!
Woman…..
a lady enters….
a lady enters a world of double standards that may not recognize her as an “equal” to a man….
reflecting the universal ignorance of the fact that it ain’t necessarily
what’s on the outside that makes the individual….
damn, if clothes don’t make the man…
it certainly don’t make the woman….
sure, woman, made from a slightly different mold…..
I’m told with more curves,
but no less nerves….
than my brother……
woman, woman with a diversity of possibilities…..
sophisticated lady…..
endless potentials…
if given a chance….
possessing more than an infectious smile….
woman’s got a mind…woman’s got ideas……
an intellectual……woman can think…..not simply an object of some man’s affection…..
I must object…..woman ain’t no object at all…..
blue is the color of a woman!
Yes, blue is the color of a woman……
lacking the natural inspiration given to a man…
inspiration necessary for this woman to breathe…
ain’t asking to be treated special…
ain’t asking for anything that I don’t deserve…
woman, ain’t much different from a man…..
and yet, differences there are suppose to be…
blue is the color of a woman…..
separated from a man by consequence,
woman wants a chance, a possibility, a hope….to live…
blue is the color of a woman
a woman, needing the essential atmosphere….
shared by a man, a man that has no fear……
of a woman who dares to strive,
dares to fight, dares to believe that there is a world for a man and a woman…….
blue is the color of a woman
a woman whose dreams are dying,
dying without the breath, the breath of life…….
without the touch of love……
woman, woman, conceived of a man ….to know a man…..
to conceive a man…
woman, mother of a world…..
strong, filled with emotion and affection……
ultimate compassion……
the architectural design,
the makings of a woman…….
awesome! Man!
Blue is the color of a woman!
Ironeyes
7/20/99
Ripped
Displacement pains jerk on her joints, since he peaced out.
And her life gapes in the wake.
A stomach flu purging provisions, she coasts on nausea waves.
Cold sweating carries too, anemic wobbles.
She's not the sort of woman to deprive herself.
Nor, one on which frailty befits.
So unlike ladies blessed with bird shoulders, where bra straps hintingly slip;
Hers broadly, boldly, bare all manner of bullshit.
And her freckled baltic skin doesn't gracefully abide pallor.
Heartbreak hit when he stole away Egyptian sheets,
Solacing, soothing, sensual spectators...
To the other woman's.
Along with her appetite.
The current conditions carve out the curving of her collar bones,
And when the queasiness heaves - she lurches.
Over a sink where bits of his beard hair still cling.
And her life gapes in the wake.
A stomach flu purging provisions, she coasts on nausea waves.
Cold sweating carries too, anemic wobbles.
She's not the sort of woman to deprive herself.
Nor, one on which frailty befits.
So unlike ladies blessed with bird shoulders, where bra straps hintingly slip;
Hers broadly, boldly, bare all manner of bullshit.
And her freckled baltic skin doesn't gracefully abide pallor.
Heartbreak hit when he stole away Egyptian sheets,
Solacing, soothing, sensual spectators...
To the other woman's.
Along with her appetite.
The current conditions carve out the curving of her collar bones,
And when the queasiness heaves - she lurches.
Over a sink where bits of his beard hair still cling.
Written by AtoMikbomb
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