Poetry competition CLOSED 16th May 2018 8:11pm
WINNER
Gahddess_Worship (Osomajestuoso)
Gahddess_Worship (Osomajestuoso)
RUNNER-UP:
archetype23
in a word
The Archer Celeste🏹
( a Sonnet )
🏹A view aquiver curves the coiled bow,
Supine, my catch o’breath, the raw on edge.
The keen of aim unraveled by its flow,
Yet too, sustained by guiding willow’s fledge.
🏹Ineffable, the message on the wing,
In silence as it flirts through distance’ tell.
A billion suns sonorous rise and sing
To greet this archer’s send by heart’s compel.
🏹I seek the serendipity of Life,
With humble missive probe my love to reap.
To find the mate that ends my lonely strife,
And brings to me my soul by sonder keep.
🏹Ethereal, the hand when first to stain,
Petrichor fills me with the scent of rain.
Copyright©️2018 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
🏹A view aquiver curves the coiled bow,
Supine, my catch o’breath, the raw on edge.
The keen of aim unraveled by its flow,
Yet too, sustained by guiding willow’s fledge.
🏹Ineffable, the message on the wing,
In silence as it flirts through distance’ tell.
A billion suns sonorous rise and sing
To greet this archer’s send by heart’s compel.
🏹I seek the serendipity of Life,
With humble missive probe my love to reap.
To find the mate that ends my lonely strife,
And brings to me my soul by sonder keep.
🏹Ethereal, the hand when first to stain,
Petrichor fills me with the scent of rain.
Copyright©️2018 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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SINNERS SONNET
SINNERS SONNET
Virtual versions of virgins defiled
Visions of virtue destroyed as she smiled
Insufferable cravings of the dead
Ineffable now in her head instead
Supine as her eyes gazed up into mine
Succulent sensuality divine
Aquiver within a sinful river
Undulating shiver lost forever
Ethereal angel, flesh bows to see
rainbows drenched in fresh serendipity
Sonorous echoes lustfully ponder
reverberating sonnets of sonder
Passions still pour as they did once before
Petrified presence of petrichor lore........
Virtual versions of virgins defiled
Visions of virtue destroyed as she smiled
Insufferable cravings of the dead
Ineffable now in her head instead
Supine as her eyes gazed up into mine
Succulent sensuality divine
Aquiver within a sinful river
Undulating shiver lost forever
Ethereal angel, flesh bows to see
rainbows drenched in fresh serendipity
Sonorous echoes lustfully ponder
reverberating sonnets of sonder
Passions still pour as they did once before
Petrified presence of petrichor lore........
Written by archetype23
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CENTRAL PARK
Crossing rain-slicked 5th Avenue
In a verdant oasis enter
Petrichor scent enlivens memories
Happiness of carefree childhood
Sonorous rumble of traffic
punctuated by impatient beep beeps
Into the background fades
Venturing deeper on paths
lined by seeming infinite variety of trees
Leaves aquiver
Made excited by Spring breeze
Comforting ethereal whispers
spoken by a shared mother
Seated on a bench
Watching fellow escapees walk by
Sonder struck imagining their thoughts
Drifting into closed-eyes remembrances
Reclining on the grass
She lying crosswise
head supine cradled in lap
Pondering clouds and futures
Aroused by familiar greeting
Oh sweet serendipity!
She stands before me
Kind eyes
Electrifying smile
Arms outstretched
Joy ineffable
Too many years waiting
Finally life begins
In a verdant oasis enter
Petrichor scent enlivens memories
Happiness of carefree childhood
Sonorous rumble of traffic
punctuated by impatient beep beeps
Into the background fades
Venturing deeper on paths
lined by seeming infinite variety of trees
Leaves aquiver
Made excited by Spring breeze
Comforting ethereal whispers
spoken by a shared mother
Seated on a bench
Watching fellow escapees walk by
Sonder struck imagining their thoughts
Drifting into closed-eyes remembrances
Reclining on the grass
She lying crosswise
head supine cradled in lap
Pondering clouds and futures
Aroused by familiar greeting
Oh sweet serendipity!
She stands before me
Kind eyes
Electrifying smile
Arms outstretched
Joy ineffable
Too many years waiting
Finally life begins
Written by Gahddess_Worship
(Osomajestuoso)
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words of the week
My teacher always gives us a list of words to use in sentences. She says when you can command language, it helps you make sense of things better.
I wrote this for our current words:
sonorous whimpers echo in the gallows
supine are the slain, like cards in a game of 52 pick up
the living cower face down
arms cocked over heads and faces at 45 degrees to disguise themselves in case today’s executioner hasn’t forgiven
nor forgotten their hubris wrapped in serendipitous arrogance
ineffable strains of pretrichor made from tears and gun-smoke waft through
a bell rings, time for third period though no one dare move
aquiver in their thoughts, that a moment ago were of prom, a failed test, lip gloss and ditching next period
and all the other ethereal ramblings that come with being young, and still misshapen
if I grow up, beyond this day
my sonder will wear Teflon
just in case I fall in love,
or a day like this starts to make sense
My teacher always gives us a list of words to use in sentences. She says when you can command language, it helps you make sense of things better.
I wrote this for our current words:
sonorous whimpers echo in the gallows
supine are the slain, like cards in a game of 52 pick up
the living cower face down
arms cocked over heads and faces at 45 degrees to disguise themselves in case today’s executioner hasn’t forgiven
nor forgotten their hubris wrapped in serendipitous arrogance
ineffable strains of pretrichor made from tears and gun-smoke waft through
a bell rings, time for third period though no one dare move
aquiver in their thoughts, that a moment ago were of prom, a failed test, lip gloss and ditching next period
and all the other ethereal ramblings that come with being young, and still misshapen
if I grow up, beyond this day
my sonder will wear Teflon
just in case I fall in love,
or a day like this starts to make sense
The Scene of a Fantasy
She makes my heart and soul aquiver,
Like an ethereal being beyond this plane,
An epiphany that nothing else can deliver,
Like a sonorous river flowing through my brain.
She’s an ineffable and intriguing mystery,
That simply leaves me in awe and wonder,
Of how things come to be with serendipity,
When each of us is a beautiful sonder.
In the fields supine I marvel at the signs and skies,
With the scent of petrichor and other scents I stir,
Feeling my senses growing keen as I begin to recognize,
It’s the scene of a fantasy I once dreamed of her.
a rambling repetitiveness of an incurable kind
~of light & hope's
incongruence
an open staged, a strange charging
extempore, fires electric branchlets, in
a blink’s switched on pitch-black
twilights
[an exhaustive neverbirthing
pre-rain trauma, devoid of
even its petrichor haunts]
challenge
over
the daylong glaring window suns
in slanted entrance- irrepressibly
knotting the twisted minds
in discrete sterilizations
an alignment’s hope
in an ethereal composure
hangs clouded in
the unbecoming
probabilities
the days
shrink to breathless gaps
with constant monotony
laid between
the scorching~dimness, their
enormously lying shades
cast in moody whims
not much ironic
are their cancerous
ways, gotten self eaten
in nefarious vapidities
their numbers flapped
on and on and over
in incremental cycles
for what?
~the dilapidated vessel
of the senses
basal oral deck’s a supine
roof- an insomniac’s unsettling
aquiver phlegm realm, that
dares not talk
of its yearned a dryly
cemented eloquence
eyes wink
in faked resonance
of an eon’s somnolence
still its
impoverished hells
yell in an aching need
to sleep just some
sleep
their frailty lids starved
of any pinkpuffed dreams
spiral unconscious
from faint memories
to anorexic near-deaths
& never gain freedom
to tightly ever pull closer
in an interlocking
closure
had already allowed
them to kill whole but
without saying so
rotten blatantly
little distortions
over the corroding facades
frustrates (un)reasonably
more unto a racing
apocalytic totality
for what?
~the end. is the
beginning
the dusts. in an
unending discombobulating
nexus of fissioning missions
to nosedived agglutinations
clingingly over brims
the holed senses, the hoped
sonorous hope haven’t been
reached yet even once
unlike
the noisy bubbles
ditchingly touched in easy boom bursts
of their scented bubblegummed
wor(l)ds
where
even the languishing
famine-hit split tipped hair strands
are not stranded enough
in remote sonders
~all what remains
is what it feels…
the hand picked cues
in the seeming moments of deviance
only stumble into the infinite shards
of mysterious shatters-
each needling the peeping greys
kneading them unrecognizable
to an irreparably stunted paling pulp
in their encountered serendipity
…of an enigma
is there an antidote
to counteract
an ineffable poetic submission
in such epical deaths
for what?
Written by summultima
(uma)
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dear host, pls feel free to ignore the entry if it doesnt conform to 30 line limit..though line breaks are typically short in my written..thanks for the space:)
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summultima said:
dear host, pls feel free to ignore the entry if it doesnt conform to 30 line limit..though line breaks are typically short in my written..thanks for the space:)
Dammit...it IS over the 30 line maximum...but it's GOOD! Gonna have to think about this... Not making it easy for me here.
dear host, pls feel free to ignore the entry if it doesnt conform to 30 line limit..though line breaks are typically short in my written..thanks for the space:)
Dammit...it IS over the 30 line maximum...but it's GOOD! Gonna have to think about this... Not making it easy for me here.
Before the Twilight
your supine body
baring me
your aquiver lips
trying to mutter
a dying wish
in my ears
I too crave
serendipity
as an ineffable thirst
drying my breath
your sonorous cry
felt familiar...
the ethereal feeling
dampening my throat
satisfying me
like a petrichor
on a barren land
as I fed my thirst
baring me
your aquiver lips
trying to mutter
a dying wish
in my ears
I too crave
serendipity
as an ineffable thirst
drying my breath
your sonorous cry
felt familiar...
the ethereal feeling
dampening my throat
satisfying me
like a petrichor
on a barren land
as I fed my thirst
Written by dejure
(vick)
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Anonymous
There were so many incredible writes in this competition that it was really hard to choose a winner for the trophy. No two entries were in any way alike. You all brought your best to the table and I'm deeply grateful for every participant.
Congratulations to Gahddess_Worship for an amazing poem! I lost track of the number of times I went back and read your entry. Worthy in every manner of the trophy!
Taryn, I loved your smooth, almost lyrical use of the specified words. It was a beautiful poem that I feel took you slightly out of your normal comfort zone. For this reason, I am giving you a runner up position. Well done!
archetype23, you took me to a hauntingly dark place with your poem and it was beautiful. I'm giving you the other runner up slot. Thank you for entering!
Summultima...I don't even know where to begin with your entry. It was indeed over the 30 line requirement and that made me kick myself for the limitation. It is an incredible piece. I could not simply let it go without giving you a very honorable mention. You wrote an amazing poem. Thank you for bringing it!
And thank you to everyone who took part and brought their game. I'm surrounded by amazing writers here!
Congratulations to Gahddess_Worship for an amazing poem! I lost track of the number of times I went back and read your entry. Worthy in every manner of the trophy!
Taryn, I loved your smooth, almost lyrical use of the specified words. It was a beautiful poem that I feel took you slightly out of your normal comfort zone. For this reason, I am giving you a runner up position. Well done!
archetype23, you took me to a hauntingly dark place with your poem and it was beautiful. I'm giving you the other runner up slot. Thank you for entering!
Summultima...I don't even know where to begin with your entry. It was indeed over the 30 line requirement and that made me kick myself for the limitation. It is an incredible piece. I could not simply let it go without giving you a very honorable mention. You wrote an amazing poem. Thank you for bringing it!
And thank you to everyone who took part and brought their game. I'm surrounded by amazing writers here!
