Poetry competition CLOSED 12th March 2018 3:35am
WINNER
ClearmindedVillain
ClearmindedVillain
RUNNERS-UP:
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and gifteth
romance [32nd Competition]
Beyond Words
I think you’re beautiful beyond words,
But I lose my power to speak when you’re near,
I’ve never been a good speecher,
But you’re such a stunning creature,
I simply smitten by you my dear.
I find myself captivated and I’m in awe,
How the feeling lasts forever in just one lifetime,
You make me feel loved and whole,
That special part of my heart and soul,
Everything just seems so sublime.
You’re the inspiration behind my pen,
Through a thousand thoughts thoroughly intended,
So I stay silent with a soft elation,
Wanting to tell you of my admiration,
Because I find it all so very splendid.
I think you’re beautiful beyond words,
But I lose my power to speak when you’re near,
I’ve never been a good speecher,
But you’re such a stunning creature,
I simply smitten by you my dear.
I find myself captivated and I’m in awe,
How the feeling lasts forever in just one lifetime,
You make me feel loved and whole,
That special part of my heart and soul,
Everything just seems so sublime.
You’re the inspiration behind my pen,
Through a thousand thoughts thoroughly intended,
So I stay silent with a soft elation,
Wanting to tell you of my admiration,
Because I find it all so very splendid.
Whenever I Fall
In scabbard night spill radar flecks,
Of light's engage and disarray,
My jigsaw heart recounts your name.
A crowded house beneath your feet,
The fog swept sheets of Angels gone,
Awaiting never coming calls.
That youth, that ignorance's lust,
Passed unrelenting moon for love,
Frail wash of tears, I fall, I fall…
Of light's engage and disarray,
My jigsaw heart recounts your name.
A crowded house beneath your feet,
The fog swept sheets of Angels gone,
Awaiting never coming calls.
That youth, that ignorance's lust,
Passed unrelenting moon for love,
Frail wash of tears, I fall, I fall…
Written by Hepcat61
(geoff cat)
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EssEnCe
ONE
I picked your flower in the rain.
I worshipped each petal again and again.
Now entwined in our sheets,
Still steamed with heat.
You know I’ll guard your dreams when you sleep.
As shadow darken and echoes end,
My emotions love your sins.
And every night we let them in.
Come and bless my sins.
Then baby let me in.
CHORUS
Baby, I’ll feed your moods,
Let me taste your emotions.
I love drifting lost, in your smokey ocean.
I’ll be your essence.
The fragrance of your life.
I want to undress you and call you my wife.
TWO
Your lipstick smeared across my heart,
As we shower in the dark.
Soft water beads chase perfume pleads.
In loves mist I hold you tight,
as we work this scene deep into our dreams.
Our blossom blooms best at night.
We have an essence.
A fragrance, a spice.
Life will be wonderful when you are my wife.
THREE
I picked your petals in the rain,
and honored your essence again and again.
This spice you feed in my only need.
Our damp whispers awake the nite.
Still tangled in our sheets,
still soaked from our heat.
We colored this scene deep into our dreams.
As shadow darken and echoes end,
Your emotions love my sins.
Come and bless my sins.
Then baby let me in.
I picked your flower in the rain.
I worshipped each petal again and again.
Now entwined in our sheets,
Still steamed with heat.
You know I’ll guard your dreams when you sleep.
As shadow darken and echoes end,
My emotions love your sins.
And every night we let them in.
Come and bless my sins.
Then baby let me in.
CHORUS
Baby, I’ll feed your moods,
Let me taste your emotions.
I love drifting lost, in your smokey ocean.
I’ll be your essence.
The fragrance of your life.
I want to undress you and call you my wife.
TWO
Your lipstick smeared across my heart,
As we shower in the dark.
Soft water beads chase perfume pleads.
In loves mist I hold you tight,
as we work this scene deep into our dreams.
Our blossom blooms best at night.
We have an essence.
A fragrance, a spice.
Life will be wonderful when you are my wife.
THREE
I picked your petals in the rain,
and honored your essence again and again.
This spice you feed in my only need.
Our damp whispers awake the nite.
Still tangled in our sheets,
still soaked from our heat.
We colored this scene deep into our dreams.
As shadow darken and echoes end,
Your emotions love my sins.
Come and bless my sins.
Then baby let me in.
Written by jakyla
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The City Moonlight
Sprinkling and splashing
the silver moonbeams
strews over the gurgling streams
and pours into the drifter’s dreams
Through the sash window
it shines upon his pillow
woke him up to sing a solo
at a distance, it echoed
hummed with a weeping willow
He walked closer
stares into the hollow
meets the moonshine below
His lonely heart has a special halo
where carries memories
and his midnight prayers
Under the moonlight
He is writing his self-poetry
with a pen of the fairy’s mystery
which gives birth to hopes
again, it echoes
through the winter hallway
up to the spring Milky Way
The moon knows
how much I remember him
When the moon projects
I embrace his dreams
They are beautifully woven
and never fall apart at the seams
The moon realizes
how much I wish him well
I ask for its darting radiance
break through time and space
to light up his dream
and watch over him
In the two cities
at different directions
The separated hearts meet
soaking in its bright glories
No matter where and when
the city moonlight always shines forth
at the same place, never miss
for the two of us
the silver moonbeams
strews over the gurgling streams
and pours into the drifter’s dreams
Through the sash window
it shines upon his pillow
woke him up to sing a solo
at a distance, it echoed
hummed with a weeping willow
He walked closer
stares into the hollow
meets the moonshine below
His lonely heart has a special halo
where carries memories
and his midnight prayers
Under the moonlight
He is writing his self-poetry
with a pen of the fairy’s mystery
which gives birth to hopes
again, it echoes
through the winter hallway
up to the spring Milky Way
The moon knows
how much I remember him
When the moon projects
I embrace his dreams
They are beautifully woven
and never fall apart at the seams
The moon realizes
how much I wish him well
I ask for its darting radiance
break through time and space
to light up his dream
and watch over him
In the two cities
at different directions
The separated hearts meet
soaking in its bright glories
No matter where and when
the city moonlight always shines forth
at the same place, never miss
for the two of us
Written by RoseJasmine
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Emergency Hall
Nobody would know what it is that you’ve been through.
Until expressed through the exhaustion of the day.
Compassion feels for efforts.
How could a human be so capable?
Driven by a heavy heart to care for those in need.
Determination became a good look.
Not just in sights but in the heating core throughout the body.
Who knew someone could have froze someone in the heat of a stressful day.
Frozen at the end of the hall.
Like the future the man awaits her arrival.
Until expressed through the exhaustion of the day.
Compassion feels for efforts.
How could a human be so capable?
Driven by a heavy heart to care for those in need.
Determination became a good look.
Not just in sights but in the heating core throughout the body.
Who knew someone could have froze someone in the heat of a stressful day.
Frozen at the end of the hall.
Like the future the man awaits her arrival.
Written by ClearmindedVillain
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HELLO AGAIN- A poem in cinquain
Two hearts
Through space and time
Harmoniously beat
Before I knew you, I knew you
My love
Through space and time
Harmoniously beat
Before I knew you, I knew you
My love
Written by Gahddess_Worship
(Osomajestuoso)
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EssEnCe
ONE
I picked your flower in the rain.
I worshipped each petal again and again.
Now entwined in our sheets,
Still steamed with heat.
You know I’ll guard your dreams when you sleep.
As shadow darken and echoes end,
My emotions love your sins.
And every night we let them in.
Come and bless my sins.
Then baby let me in.
CHORUS
Baby, I’ll feed your moods,
Let me taste your emotions.
I love drifting lost, in your smokey ocean.
I’ll be your essence.
The fragrance of your life.
I want to undress you and call you my wife.
TWO
Your lipstick smeared across my heart,
As we shower in the dark.
Soft water beads chase perfume pleads.
In loves mist I hold you tight,
as we work this scene deep into our dreams.
Our blossom blooms best at night.
We have an essence.
A fragrance, a spice.
Life will be wonderful when you are my wife.
THREE
I picked your petals in the rain,
and honored your essence again and again.
This spice you feed in my only need.
Our damp whispers awake the nite.
Still tangled in our sheets,
still soaked from our heat.
We colored this scene deep into our dreams.
As shadow darken and echoes end,
Your emotions love my sins.
Come and bless my sins.
Then baby let me in.
I picked your flower in the rain.
I worshipped each petal again and again.
Now entwined in our sheets,
Still steamed with heat.
You know I’ll guard your dreams when you sleep.
As shadow darken and echoes end,
My emotions love your sins.
And every night we let them in.
Come and bless my sins.
Then baby let me in.
CHORUS
Baby, I’ll feed your moods,
Let me taste your emotions.
I love drifting lost, in your smokey ocean.
I’ll be your essence.
The fragrance of your life.
I want to undress you and call you my wife.
TWO
Your lipstick smeared across my heart,
As we shower in the dark.
Soft water beads chase perfume pleads.
In loves mist I hold you tight,
as we work this scene deep into our dreams.
Our blossom blooms best at night.
We have an essence.
A fragrance, a spice.
Life will be wonderful when you are my wife.
THREE
I picked your petals in the rain,
and honored your essence again and again.
This spice you feed in my only need.
Our damp whispers awake the nite.
Still tangled in our sheets,
still soaked from our heat.
We colored this scene deep into our dreams.
As shadow darken and echoes end,
Your emotions love my sins.
Come and bless my sins.
Then baby let me in.
Written by jakyla
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GANJA QUEEN
Puff puff away
like a magic dragon
she volca a smoke
away it went with all her heartache
what a joyful kiss and a cuddling smooch,
a one never to resist
Then she wants another mold
to burn off all her green
Such a moment of endless ecstasy
she lit the world to flame
that's the peak of our game
I love my ganja queen
for she is my grass to grace
like a magic dragon
she volca a smoke
away it went with all her heartache
what a joyful kiss and a cuddling smooch,
a one never to resist
Then she wants another mold
to burn off all her green
Such a moment of endless ecstasy
she lit the world to flame
that's the peak of our game
I love my ganja queen
for she is my grass to grace
Written by gifteth
(AliboTerna)
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GANJA QUEEN
Puff puff away
like a magic dragon
she volca a smoke
away it went with all her heartache
what a joyful kiss and a cuddling smooch,
a one never to resist
Then she wants another mold
to burn off all her green
Such a moment of endless ecstasy
she lit the world to flame
that's the peak of our game
I love my ganja queen
for she is my grass to grace
like a magic dragon
she volca a smoke
away it went with all her heartache
what a joyful kiss and a cuddling smooch,
a one never to resist
Then she wants another mold
to burn off all her green
Such a moment of endless ecstasy
she lit the world to flame
that's the peak of our game
I love my ganja queen
for she is my grass to grace
Written by gifteth
(AliboTerna)
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I'm Brimming
I hope your soul feels a squeeze from mine
any morning you wake and squint at the light.
When you wake - from the tip of your toes to your head
and begin the slow, lumbering rise from your bed,
know this: the reason it all goes unkissed
is that I am not there with my early-bird lips;
I am very far off with my strong set of hips,
and my fingers, which ache to retrace all your ribs.
If you leave without breakfast, or unsatisfied,
it is only the miles that stretch under the sky;
if your ears miss my timbre and singing and talk,
and it's tough to recall as you leave for your walk,
know that though strangers and their ignorant eyes
might miss you, mistake you for scenery; I
would walk the whole way with my head to your side,
drinking your sight like a peasant would wine.
any morning you wake and squint at the light.
When you wake - from the tip of your toes to your head
and begin the slow, lumbering rise from your bed,
know this: the reason it all goes unkissed
is that I am not there with my early-bird lips;
I am very far off with my strong set of hips,
and my fingers, which ache to retrace all your ribs.
If you leave without breakfast, or unsatisfied,
it is only the miles that stretch under the sky;
if your ears miss my timbre and singing and talk,
and it's tough to recall as you leave for your walk,
know that though strangers and their ignorant eyes
might miss you, mistake you for scenery; I
would walk the whole way with my head to your side,
drinking your sight like a peasant would wine.
Written by rowantree
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Fireplace
I know
it's you and I for good
because when you murmur my name
I am hugged by the heat
of leaping childhood fires:
tall and friendly, licking the bricks
where I'd linger too long,
safe warmth to sip
till my back would itch.
Other men charm me; yes,
their snow spots the window -
I may make my shameless rushes
outside
and romp around
in winter's deep feet,
its fresh whipping breeze,
until the chill renders mittens
and boots obsolete -
I'll always bring my windburned,
scarlet,
dimpled cheeks
home,
where I can thaw the freeze,
drink too much heat,
and softly, simply
fall
asleep.
it's you and I for good
because when you murmur my name
I am hugged by the heat
of leaping childhood fires:
tall and friendly, licking the bricks
where I'd linger too long,
safe warmth to sip
till my back would itch.
Other men charm me; yes,
their snow spots the window -
I may make my shameless rushes
outside
and romp around
in winter's deep feet,
its fresh whipping breeze,
until the chill renders mittens
and boots obsolete -
I'll always bring my windburned,
scarlet,
dimpled cheeks
home,
where I can thaw the freeze,
drink too much heat,
and softly, simply
fall
asleep.
Written by rowantree
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bukowski made me get up and write this
Well I,
I just wrestled with myself while the breath leaked out
Sweat up my college bed and your fleece pj pants
Will be waking up for work tomorrow at 6
It is so stupid I had to keep my breaths little
and send my moans into my skin
where there's barely room
instead of out into the air of
a bedroom we share
and how the light through these dumb blinds probably breaks
over my peeved face
and my sighing lump of roommate
who definitely heard me missing you
Every thing in life that isn't you picking me apart,
fucking me, and then me washing in your wonderful boysmell
scratching your head while you "mm"
is a huge ugly overcoat they want me to wear in the summer
I object,
fleece does not handle sweat. at all
I just wrestled with myself while the breath leaked out
Sweat up my college bed and your fleece pj pants
Will be waking up for work tomorrow at 6
It is so stupid I had to keep my breaths little
and send my moans into my skin
where there's barely room
instead of out into the air of
a bedroom we share
and how the light through these dumb blinds probably breaks
over my peeved face
and my sighing lump of roommate
who definitely heard me missing you
Every thing in life that isn't you picking me apart,
fucking me, and then me washing in your wonderful boysmell
scratching your head while you "mm"
is a huge ugly overcoat they want me to wear in the summer
I object,
fleece does not handle sweat. at all
Written by rowantree
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I've added a new criterion to the contest series that will take effect in the NEXT contest (but not this current contest:)
"I won't consider poems without the theme #romantic."
Please send me a private message with any question or concern about this new criterion.
I've finished reading and commenting on all pieces. I'm currently determining the winners. afterwards, I will share my comments and then announce winners.
"I won't consider poems without the theme #romantic."
Please send me a private message with any question or concern about this new criterion.
I've finished reading and commenting on all pieces. I'm currently determining the winners. afterwards, I will share my comments and then announce winners.
I've shared my comments on all poems that requested comments.
I've noticed some people are posting poems twice in a single contest. I have no issue with people posting the same poem in multiple contests, because it gives my contest variety and allows me to re-access my view of romance. but I don't like people spamming a poem multiple times within a single contest.
It makes me feel that they are entering more than 3 distinct poems in a single contest, and that is definitely not fair for other contestants who follow the rules. the following rule will be in effect to maintain integrity, in the next contest:
"You can submit 3 poems maximum, but no duplicate entries."
I might announce the winning poems tonight or tomorrow.
I've noticed some people are posting poems twice in a single contest. I have no issue with people posting the same poem in multiple contests, because it gives my contest variety and allows me to re-access my view of romance. but I don't like people spamming a poem multiple times within a single contest.
It makes me feel that they are entering more than 3 distinct poems in a single contest, and that is definitely not fair for other contestants who follow the rules. the following rule will be in effect to maintain integrity, in the next contest:
"You can submit 3 poems maximum, but no duplicate entries."
I might announce the winning poems tonight or tomorrow.
