Poetry competition CLOSED 11th February 2018 1:52am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
unapologetic
Take a walk with me...ladies
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Follow your muse where it leads you. Only a few conditions...
I will give you the line you must open your poem with and the line you must close it with. Everything else in the middle is entirely up to you and your muse. Hit me with your best thoughts!
*One entry per writer
*3 weeks
*No more than 30 lines
*New writes only
*Ladies only
First line must be:
It all began when she decanted the bottle...
Last line must be:
Suddenly wishing she could put the cork back
*One entry per writer
*3 weeks
*No more than 30 lines
*New writes only
*Ladies only
First line must be:
It all began when she decanted the bottle...
Last line must be:
Suddenly wishing she could put the cork back
Title: Message in a bottle
It all began when she decentered the bottle
As it floated to shore
By her bare feet
Covered in kelp grime and sprinkled
With sand; the note
A carefully rolled piece of parchment
Glowed softly in aquamarine-light
But little did she know
Its message bore a curse to its reader
And then she disappeared from the shore
Suddenly wishing she could put the cork back
It all began when she decentered the bottle
As it floated to shore
By her bare feet
Covered in kelp grime and sprinkled
With sand; the note
A carefully rolled piece of parchment
Glowed softly in aquamarine-light
But little did she know
Its message bore a curse to its reader
And then she disappeared from the shore
Suddenly wishing she could put the cork back
Anonymous
Like None of It Happened
It all began when she decanted the bottle
And spilling it all over her favorite white dress.
She has lost her control and foot on the throttle.
Mascara running down her face, leaving a mess
Of tears and humiliation behind. She could no
Longer become the strong woman her mama
Raised her to be and always taught to go slow.
She is no stranger to being left behind or trauma
From the heart that bleeds out like crimson wine.
She is feeling free walking along the train track,
Her spirit and calloused hands that intertwine
With the chained fence. Everything feeling black,
But suddenly wishing she could put the cork back.
And spilling it all over her favorite white dress.
She has lost her control and foot on the throttle.
Mascara running down her face, leaving a mess
Of tears and humiliation behind. She could no
Longer become the strong woman her mama
Raised her to be and always taught to go slow.
She is no stranger to being left behind or trauma
From the heart that bleeds out like crimson wine.
She is feeling free walking along the train track,
Her spirit and calloused hands that intertwine
With the chained fence. Everything feeling black,
But suddenly wishing she could put the cork back.
Written by eswaller
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Lonesome Drunk
It all began when she decanted the bottle
Once they arrived back at her apartment
Not far from the saloon where they had met.
The heady red of the wine warmed them both
And soon had them in an undressed embrace
That began a night of sex in the city.
The moon had risen and set long ago
When she awoke and saw the gaunt lover
In the middle of pulling on his clothes.
Sailor, where you going this time of night?
We were getting along so well back there
Where I'd been sitting in that alley bar.
And you slogged your way across to my stool,
Leaned over my shoulder and smelling me
And I smelled you; two days worth of stale booze.
But you seemed nice, the way you paid for drinks
Though you kept flipping yourself cigarettes
From out of my Marlboro pack and all.
Us getting tanked on Duck Farts & shooters,
Talking me into drinking a Quick Fuck
Christ! Didn't know you'd give me one right here.
And tonight wasn't my finest hour.
Sailor, I wish you wouldn't go just yet
It's almost sunrise and I'm so lonesome.
Hey, come on, put that back in your wallet!
Well, yeah, I'll be back there tomorrow night,
You? Sure, if you can't make it I'll be fine.
And as she watched him button up to leave
She felt as empty as the wine bottle,
Suddenly wishing she could put the cork back.
Anonymous
Related submission no longer exists.
Anonymous
Missy, you brought Wonderland to us with your voice! What a fascinating and beautiful piece...brought so much vivid imagery to mind. Thank you for joining us! 
Anonymous
For everyone who has already entered the competition, it was pointed out to me that I had "decanted" wrong in the opening line. After researching myself and realizing the mistake, I have corrected it. If you would like to edit your entry to match, you may do so. But I will simply read them as I meant them if you don't. Sorry for the confusion! Such great entries so far!!
Anonymous
Related submission no longer exists.
Anonymous
Anytime Ash! Great comp!
