Poetry competition CLOSED 4th January 2018 12:24pm
WINNER
eswaller
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DUP'S 2017-2018 NEW YEARS RESOLUTION PARTY
Poetry Contest Description
Make a fun or a self reflection poem for New Years Eve
So to kick off the new year by having this little competition I made.
Whether if you had a crappy 2017 or quite an interesting one or want to talk about celebrating the new year by having fun with your friends, family, and loved ones.
Or even simply talking about how much you've grown this year as a person emotionally and physically.
Or would you like to talk about anything new that happened with you like a baby being born, getting married/ getting into a relationship, a new job etc. whatever it is write about it.
Make the best of this new year.
{Rules} :
🍾 One entry only
🎉 Be creative
🎊 Have fun
🍸 Can be as long or as short as you want
🎉You have a week so get started, and hope everyone has a happy new year! 🎉
Whether if you had a crappy 2017 or quite an interesting one or want to talk about celebrating the new year by having fun with your friends, family, and loved ones.
Or even simply talking about how much you've grown this year as a person emotionally and physically.
Or would you like to talk about anything new that happened with you like a baby being born, getting married/ getting into a relationship, a new job etc. whatever it is write about it.
Make the best of this new year.
{Rules} :
🍾 One entry only
🎉 Be creative
🎊 Have fun
🍸 Can be as long or as short as you want
🎉You have a week so get started, and hope everyone has a happy new year! 🎉
Cheers To A New Year
I left the door wide open
Hoping we could make amends
Giving time...to see if you’d come back
Perhaps not as what we once shared
But perhaps a distant acquaintance or friend.
I longed for your return
Waited through the passing of days and flipping of months
To embrace your return.
I had so much to share with you
So much to tell with little time
I reached out a couple times
Hoping you’d walk through my opened doors.
But you would have rathered kept the nonsense
The meaningless excuse for anger
The empty void with no substance
To validate your excuses for growing cold and distant
I have reached out to make amends
And you have missed it.
I have reached out to make peace
But you hold on to the war.
I have reached out to patch the broken family quilt
But you have preferred the torn scraps of a family quilt undone.
You may have your reasons for being angry
But don’t go thinking I don’t have mine.
But the difference between you and I
Is that, Lord knows, I have tried to make amends
By reaching out past our differences
Pushing through the pile of dirt you used
To have me and keep me buried.
And you have done nothing
To bring peace even for the sake of what we once shared.
So, the time has come for me to heal
And I cannot heal looking constantly behind me
Keeping the chapter open hoping you’d spring on the page,
Hoping you will one day bite my bait of efforts
Hoping you would decide to walk through my wide open doors.
The time has come for me to heal...
Rather than go on self-inflicting myself with pain
Wishing things wouldn’t have gone down as they did.
So, move on carrying your anger
I’ll move on carrying my attempts
This New Year I am closing my doors
Closing the chapter or ending the book
And going on with my newly-found life
Without looking back to see if you follow
Without worrying anymore if you care.
Obviously, you have moved on a long time ago
And it was me all along who would not let go.
Happy New Year...Happy New Me...
If you ever decide to look for me
Know my doors will open for you
But, unless you knock, I am closing my doors
And you will hear from me no more.
If I can’t be a part of the solution
Then, I wash my hands, wipe my feet,
Raise my glass and make a toast.....
“Cheers to my New Year’s Resolution...🍸”
I left the door wide open
Hoping we could make amends
Giving time...to see if you’d come back
Perhaps not as what we once shared
But perhaps a distant acquaintance or friend.
I longed for your return
Waited through the passing of days and flipping of months
To embrace your return.
I had so much to share with you
So much to tell with little time
I reached out a couple times
Hoping you’d walk through my opened doors.
But you would have rathered kept the nonsense
The meaningless excuse for anger
The empty void with no substance
To validate your excuses for growing cold and distant
I have reached out to make amends
And you have missed it.
I have reached out to make peace
But you hold on to the war.
I have reached out to patch the broken family quilt
But you have preferred the torn scraps of a family quilt undone.
You may have your reasons for being angry
But don’t go thinking I don’t have mine.
But the difference between you and I
Is that, Lord knows, I have tried to make amends
By reaching out past our differences
Pushing through the pile of dirt you used
To have me and keep me buried.
And you have done nothing
To bring peace even for the sake of what we once shared.
So, the time has come for me to heal
And I cannot heal looking constantly behind me
Keeping the chapter open hoping you’d spring on the page,
Hoping you will one day bite my bait of efforts
Hoping you would decide to walk through my wide open doors.
The time has come for me to heal...
Rather than go on self-inflicting myself with pain
Wishing things wouldn’t have gone down as they did.
So, move on carrying your anger
I’ll move on carrying my attempts
This New Year I am closing my doors
Closing the chapter or ending the book
And going on with my newly-found life
Without looking back to see if you follow
Without worrying anymore if you care.
Obviously, you have moved on a long time ago
And it was me all along who would not let go.
Happy New Year...Happy New Me...
If you ever decide to look for me
Know my doors will open for you
But, unless you knock, I am closing my doors
And you will hear from me no more.
If I can’t be a part of the solution
Then, I wash my hands, wipe my feet,
Raise my glass and make a toast.....
“Cheers to my New Year’s Resolution...🍸”
Looking Back On 2017
A new year and a new me. Goodbye
To the pain I felt and the tears I cried.
There are all of the times I would try
To be someone else. I have lied
To myself and others too many times
Because when I thought I did not
Need help, I did. Too many rhymes,
Uneven and unbalanced. Too caught
Up in make believe and pretending
To be happy when I was really falling
Apart inside. Too busy mending
And fixing things. Too much crawling
In the darkness instead of walking
And laughing in the light, but I am
Leaving it in the past. No more talking
About negativity that used to slam
Into me or tried to knock me down
To its level. I will continue let things
Grow and to proudly wear my crown.
May I let go of the voice that clings
To me and used to fill me with doubt.
I have enough passion to burn and
Light the way. I will let this drought
Teach me a lesson. I learned to stand
In the rain, but sometimes it is okay
To cry, be mad and to be asking
Questions. I got every reason to stay
And fight. Everything is unmasking
And unfolding into something new
Like a sky that has turned blue.
To the pain I felt and the tears I cried.
There are all of the times I would try
To be someone else. I have lied
To myself and others too many times
Because when I thought I did not
Need help, I did. Too many rhymes,
Uneven and unbalanced. Too caught
Up in make believe and pretending
To be happy when I was really falling
Apart inside. Too busy mending
And fixing things. Too much crawling
In the darkness instead of walking
And laughing in the light, but I am
Leaving it in the past. No more talking
About negativity that used to slam
Into me or tried to knock me down
To its level. I will continue let things
Grow and to proudly wear my crown.
May I let go of the voice that clings
To me and used to fill me with doubt.
I have enough passion to burn and
Light the way. I will let this drought
Teach me a lesson. I learned to stand
In the rain, but sometimes it is okay
To cry, be mad and to be asking
Questions. I got every reason to stay
And fight. Everything is unmasking
And unfolding into something new
Like a sky that has turned blue.
Written by eswaller
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Staying Focused
I’m going to stay focused,
I’m going to stay on task,
I’m going to chase my dream,
Or else the days will go by fast.
I’m going to look at my objectives,
Review and revise my goals every day,
So that I’ll get to the where I want to be,
Hit my targets and I won’t let them get away.
And though the past year has been wonderful,
I’m still not where I want to be,
I know I can I achieve more,
I know I can push myself a new boundary.
I will not settle for less,
I will not short change myself anymore,
There is so much opportunity to progress,
I know life has so much more in store.
But I know I have to stay focused,
I have to discipline myself to reach those goals,
I’ll work my plan to get to where I want to be,
I have to be strong, motivated and bold.
I’m going to stay focused,
I’m going to stay on task,
I’m going to chase my dream,
Or else the days will go by fast.
I’m going to look at my objectives,
Review and revise my goals every day,
So that I’ll get to the where I want to be,
Hit my targets and I won’t let them get away.
And though the past year has been wonderful,
I’m still not where I want to be,
I know I can I achieve more,
I know I can push myself a new boundary.
I will not settle for less,
I will not short change myself anymore,
There is so much opportunity to progress,
I know life has so much more in store.
But I know I have to stay focused,
I have to discipline myself to reach those goals,
I’ll work my plan to get to where I want to be,
I have to be strong, motivated and bold.
Flying In The Grind
Ending each attempted mending
of straw
sticks in wicker baskets
prick from staggered
angles
where I left each
un-uniformed
egg;
I treasured the dears,
spheres in mottled mars
like idiosyncratic
irregular
jewls...
When they were
naught
but scarred in flaws
The splinters
struck out
at ajar
Slitting their
shitty
(they were never pretty)
shells
-Flaws-
Like the freckles
bridging my nose
in tawny tattered stars
-Flaws-
As the whisps
of a lisp
lacing lacking kisses
& imperfect blesses
-Flaws-
Anxious angst
unscreened
unscrewed cinematic comic
showings
When capillaries above pink-diamond
cheekbones blow
wide open
my clamoring for
congeniality
-Flaws-
Gangling limbs
like someone's stumbled
designs
with dreadfully discordant extensions
a rusty torso
& awful arm-like
(not artful)
additions
-Flaws-
I will lick the pain
from my paws
and live off the blood
of tonic
chronic flaws
***
Not yo mama's New Year's poem!
Written by AtoMikbomb
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The Colors Beyond the Stars
There was a stench in the air
a fowl stench that is
it smelled of agony
betrayal
anger
hurt
sadness
and most of all, emptiness
In my opinion emptiness is the most common, yet worst aroma that surround everyday life on this planet.
To me the planet is not blue, green, and brown
It is black, white, and every shade of grey
I threw in white because that is where emptiness comes in
not grey because that's sadness
but black is all the putrid smells meshed into one
I call them smells and aromas because they come and go just like emotions
sometime lingering a bit longer when it's stronger
I prefer that over emotions
sometimes I am grey sometimes I am black,
but more so than not, I am white
That may seem like a funny turn of phrase to you
but to me it makes perfect sense
Just like there are aura colors that exist
so does it in the form of a state of mind that covers this planet like a sheet growing thicker and thicker until you can't see through it
just the colors that are in front of you
right now I am just white
I have been that way for a long time now
sometimes I shift between that and various shades of grey
that's just how it is
just black
white
and every shade of grey in between
a fowl stench that is
it smelled of agony
betrayal
anger
hurt
sadness
and most of all, emptiness
In my opinion emptiness is the most common, yet worst aroma that surround everyday life on this planet.
To me the planet is not blue, green, and brown
It is black, white, and every shade of grey
I threw in white because that is where emptiness comes in
not grey because that's sadness
but black is all the putrid smells meshed into one
I call them smells and aromas because they come and go just like emotions
sometime lingering a bit longer when it's stronger
I prefer that over emotions
sometimes I am grey sometimes I am black,
but more so than not, I am white
That may seem like a funny turn of phrase to you
but to me it makes perfect sense
Just like there are aura colors that exist
so does it in the form of a state of mind that covers this planet like a sheet growing thicker and thicker until you can't see through it
just the colors that are in front of you
right now I am just white
I have been that way for a long time now
sometimes I shift between that and various shades of grey
that's just how it is
just black
white
and every shade of grey in between
Written by okanna93
(MJWells93)
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A New Year Past
loved the buzz
abstinence for too long
alone as always
except this time
there was a cheap red
near my bed
feeling the room spin
closing my eyes
letting go
feeling the whirlwind
'she has a new dress?'
'yes she has isn't that good?'
'my dress is from last year'
'mine too. Mother said
we didn't do well'
'yes rubber price is down'
I stared in horror
at my best friend's face
ten years old
with a scar on her cheek
she looked back puzzled
'what's wrong with you?'
standing up looking around
saw the old church on the grassy field
my siblings all toddlers and babies
clinging on my mother's black skirt
she was young and beautiful with bunned hair
a few friends rushed by holding catechisms
my best friend ran with them
the bell was ringing
bong-bong-bong
my mother was entering the church
I ran towards her
didn't see the flower pot
fell on my face
getting up, I looked at spilled wine
on the floor
falling out of bed was not bad
I just get back on again
sleeping the eve to the new year
I just wished I stayed in that reality
decades past
and rewrite my little book
of life.
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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