Poetry competition CLOSED 31st March 2018 3:51am
WINNER
cold_fusion
cold_fusion
Superwoman
Amazon Compassion (Roman Charity)
Inspired by a famous photo of a female soldier nursing her wounded foe
On battlefield’s misery
The amazon looked upon
Her wounded enemy
With eyes of sympathy
Mother warrior laid down her sword
Lifting wounded head to her breast
Whilst angry waring legions carried on
She nursed her wounded foe
Her warrior’s spirit yielded
To her maternal instinct
Mars raged, Venus praised
For death would not win the day
For maternal love defeated hate
On battlefield’s misery
The amazon looked upon
Her wounded enemy
With eyes of sympathy
Mother warrior laid down her sword
Lifting wounded head to her breast
Whilst angry waring legions carried on
She nursed her wounded foe
Her warrior’s spirit yielded
To her maternal instinct
Mars raged, Venus praised
For death would not win the day
For maternal love defeated hate
Written by snugglebuck
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WOnder huMAN
Woman...Who is She?
She is a Grandma- who when life is collecting tolls, still saves a candy for me in her spectacles' case
She is a Mother- who when everyone gives up, makes me believe I can still win any race
She is a Sister- who no matter what knows how to fetch a smile on my gloomy face
She is Friend- who despite all my flaws, for what it's worth chooses to stay
She is the Silver Lining on our Cloudy Day
She is the Knight who protects us from our own Rage
She performs multiple roles in one Play
And each one of them she does with incredible Grace
for men who think of themselves as kings,
Remember she is not just a Queen, she is the Ace
She is the definition of Strength, Sacrifice and Serenity in every possible way
And she does it all without any Wage
Truly Every day is HER day.
To all the gorgeous Women- THANK YOU and I SALUTE YOU for making this world beautiful and a better Place.
RESPECT.
She is a Grandma- who when life is collecting tolls, still saves a candy for me in her spectacles' case
She is a Mother- who when everyone gives up, makes me believe I can still win any race
She is a Sister- who no matter what knows how to fetch a smile on my gloomy face
She is Friend- who despite all my flaws, for what it's worth chooses to stay
She is the Silver Lining on our Cloudy Day
She is the Knight who protects us from our own Rage
She performs multiple roles in one Play
And each one of them she does with incredible Grace
for men who think of themselves as kings,
Remember she is not just a Queen, she is the Ace
She is the definition of Strength, Sacrifice and Serenity in every possible way
And she does it all without any Wage
Truly Every day is HER day.
To all the gorgeous Women- THANK YOU and I SALUTE YOU for making this world beautiful and a better Place.
RESPECT.
Written by SaWal
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A curious case of sacrifice
There were no tears or cries for clemency
she stood expressionless
tore the broken skin from her back
and made a hang-man's hood
then handed it to her executioner
she stood expressionless
tore the broken skin from her back
and made a hang-man's hood
then handed it to her executioner
Written by lepperochan
(Craic-Dealer)
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Related submission no longer exists.
The Bygone (E)Ra (Re)Turns...A FireEye
a chirpy rhythmic
sparrowy koel
(she was)
in a rare naturalistic flair
and, in blue print nylons. those mini florals
a matching locket dangled . timidly metallous
devoid of blues (was she)
her eyes lit
as she looked upon Ra
(like everbefore)
who, a clumped mass
immobilized
by its conceptions
of obsoleted self
to her
the Ra was Soulflame
burning endlessly zealous
Ra, reminiscing
through its bloated vagueness pockets
greened gangrenes
weighed itself down
in strangulating blockades
not an illumination until distant visions
doomed times in marching strides
a reducing matchstick
abrased its solid graphitic stamps
and choking smogs
over its ashen nothingness
it needed to starve in stringent constrictions
to be fusing its spaces from within and between
to be gotten kissing stuck in purposed strongholds kicking forward
each segmental cell danced n-directions
a lightning centipede but paced smooth
much differently from shelled slimy snail
indecipherably penetrating fire
of mingled singularity
Written by summultima
(uma)
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explosions are for the ordinary
easy
for some
to crack and crumble
under strain
or
to explode
in anger
yet
some special humans
stand in front
of a running train
and make it crumble
with just their silence
it is another matter
altogether
the effect
on the passersby
be it awe
or
the concern
raw.
Written by cold_fusion
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DELPHI
I knew it would happen one day,
Being an oracle and all,
Diminutive, though status tall.
Look and regard, I've awakened
Swirling waters of future past
Counter-clockwise, your gaze to cast.
And there he was with ease to find,
Coming up the slope with others,
Dragging slowly along behind.
He cannot possibly have heard,
But it will make sense once he does,
When all's revealed by my word.
Why am I anxious to extreme,
It's not like I have never known
Answers to everything I'm shown.
My hair, my gown & sandals worn,
A mess around me hither borne,
By clockwise future waters told.
While I watch him walk, and burdened,
He looks askance & determined,
As if it's me he wants to know.
And now the time at last arrives.
He waits for me to summon him,
With stoic glance my hand complies.
He takes two steps by light of torch,
My face filled with authority,
My mind a blank so suddenly.
His youth is not quite what it ought,
But still, he seems most beautiful,
Fair-haired, with skin of milk is wrought.
Without a word I wait upon
This man of height stands over me
With crane of neck so I may see
The mouth where words will issue forth.
If little more, I bare the rate
Which, dare it cost, what time is worth.
He has his chance please take it now
To ask of me of global fame.
At last it comes, "What is your name?"
©2016-18 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved
Poem is done in Tercet stanza rhyme, with 8-syllable count per line.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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Jade-Pandora said:
This is the most beautiful and powerful poem in this page so far. Also, unlike the others, it's well presented. Bravo, Jade-Pandora!
This is the most beautiful and powerful poem in this page so far. Also, unlike the others, it's well presented. Bravo, Jade-Pandora!
Stronghold
Torchlight hair
snared in that
heinous 90s barrette
A square like
border patrol;
A block I'll never forget
You braved conditions
too human to be weather;
Wrenching the moss toned
umbrella
overblown
It was not a folded artichoke that day
I knew then
right then...
four years old
poring over a downpoured
patio
havens had hearty arms
And I knew my mother
is timber...
not twigs
Torchlight hair
snared in that
heinous 90s barrette
A square like
border patrol;
A block I'll never forget
You braved conditions
too human to be weather;
Wrenching the moss toned
umbrella
overblown
It was not a folded artichoke that day
I knew then
right then...
four years old
poring over a downpoured
patio
havens had hearty arms
And I knew my mother
is timber...
not twigs
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Thank You!!
Thank You eswaller for the honor!! and also to all my peers who expressed their appreciation of these Superhumans!
Humbled. truly humbled.
The real credit goes to my Dearest of Friends here who is my inspiration for this ink and many others! If not for her truly Amazing powers, this ink would never have been put on paper.
To You Meghavati!
Thank You eswaller for the honor!! and also to all my peers who expressed their appreciation of these Superhumans!
Humbled. truly humbled.
The real credit goes to my Dearest of Friends here who is my inspiration for this ink and many others! If not for her truly Amazing powers, this ink would never have been put on paper.
To You Meghavati!
