Poetry competition CLOSED 5th June 2018 10:21pm
WINNER
eswaller
eswaller
RUNNER-UP:
MsRockyJackson
OH... Tainted Love!
Dammit Woman!
Bitter corresponding
fluid brunette
Your lyrics course
impenetrably
from side to side
My cognizance
Resembling
the ravenous
visualization
of us
That twinkling
while
we comprehend
the fracture
collectively
Charming
a dismal
veracity.
Written by RevolutionAL
(Alistair Plint)
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Maze of Ambivalences
I was gone with the wind of life
lost to the world
a drop of wine in a sea
never to be salvaged
and tasteless I became
You, one like the rains that fall on a sunny day
I got soaked because of the illusive beauty of the rainbow
dancing to the soft spatter of the droplets
but come tomorrow, I was cradled in my sickbed
beauty of the rainbow vanished with my health
As the petals fall from a once beautiful rose
remember my demise
like the rain soaks the earth
I soaked my pillow with muffled cries and woes
while you dined in my agony
When the fires burns savagely
remember I was pained
like the wood, I waned
warming your bed of lies
afraid to let go of the illusion
Amidst the storm
remember my poor heart
that tried to turn to stone
every time I laid in your bed
cuddled by the lies you wove
scented by the sweet nothings of your empty promises
As you experience day and night
remember what we used to be
with beauty and glory
the beauty of atmospheric phenomenon
forgotten with dread of emerging harsh gales
And as day and night comes
while the fire smolders
storms come
I relate to the broken pieces within
and broken I remain
lost to the world
a drop of wine in a sea
never to be salvaged
and tasteless I became
You, one like the rains that fall on a sunny day
I got soaked because of the illusive beauty of the rainbow
dancing to the soft spatter of the droplets
but come tomorrow, I was cradled in my sickbed
beauty of the rainbow vanished with my health
As the petals fall from a once beautiful rose
remember my demise
like the rain soaks the earth
I soaked my pillow with muffled cries and woes
while you dined in my agony
When the fires burns savagely
remember I was pained
like the wood, I waned
warming your bed of lies
afraid to let go of the illusion
Amidst the storm
remember my poor heart
that tried to turn to stone
every time I laid in your bed
cuddled by the lies you wove
scented by the sweet nothings of your empty promises
As you experience day and night
remember what we used to be
with beauty and glory
the beauty of atmospheric phenomenon
forgotten with dread of emerging harsh gales
And as day and night comes
while the fire smolders
storms come
I relate to the broken pieces within
and broken I remain
Written by _certified_
(Sapphire_certified)
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Flies
It’s no coincidence I defend the past
worn around my neck like an amulet
dug like a piece of rare archeological
symbol with chewed nails, through
layers of rage, grudge, hunger
searching for an atonement, penance
which is not mine nor yours to claim.
The flies circle, buzzing
around the rotting flesh
suspended in the air
“The past is for the dead.”
he tells me, whipping me
three more times
for her mistakes.
I preserve you, in me, whole complete
-ly unholy. Safe like a child of universe
undisturbed by undercurrent’s gloom
These bones you caress so tenderly
beneath the dark side of Iris, rising
are not part of our history, nor dogma
of two crossed lovers of Rumi’s.
“The past is for the dead.”
He tells me , kissing me
three more times
for his own mistakes.
The flies circle, buzzing
around the rotting flesh
suspended in the air.
Taking my breath away.
worn around my neck like an amulet
dug like a piece of rare archeological
symbol with chewed nails, through
layers of rage, grudge, hunger
searching for an atonement, penance
which is not mine nor yours to claim.
The flies circle, buzzing
around the rotting flesh
suspended in the air
“The past is for the dead.”
he tells me, whipping me
three more times
for her mistakes.
I preserve you, in me, whole complete
-ly unholy. Safe like a child of universe
undisturbed by undercurrent’s gloom
These bones you caress so tenderly
beneath the dark side of Iris, rising
are not part of our history, nor dogma
of two crossed lovers of Rumi’s.
“The past is for the dead.”
He tells me , kissing me
three more times
for his own mistakes.
The flies circle, buzzing
around the rotting flesh
suspended in the air.
Taking my breath away.
Written by Layla
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Anonymous
Like No Other Love
I sprint away from him
To take the chance at last,
The night is cool and dim
Sidewalk of overcast.
It shoots up through my seams
And jars within my brain,
I'm silent in my screams
He loved to hear the pain.
And did all that he could
And told me what he'd do
No matter if I would
Believe in what I knew.
Obeying every want
I never satisfied
His dark sadistic haunt
Would threaten if I lied.
To hunt me like a dog
His little trophy slut,
Not worthy of his 'love',
A litany of faults
For everyone to hear
All through the neighborhood,
There was no other one
He claimed who had his heart.
Was like no other love
He'd given just to me.
And even though I stayed
In hopes that he might feel,
Remembering the past
The way it used to be,
It disappeared so fast
When soon the threats to me.
The mental torture came
When he would leave each day,
And lock me in to tame
His little runaway.
With places where he hid
The fetish things he plied
Upon my nakedness,
No clothes did he abide.
While I was kept inside
My mind would start to bend,
Until he would return
For it to start again.
The layers of my scars
Not only to my skin
To bow, the cage's bars
A thing that it lived in.
Without a name, a soul
I had just one more try
Determined in my goal
Before there was no time
The truck's glare of its light,
My hair flew as I streaked
As he turned up the drive
When he came down the street.
Its high beams showed the slave
That no one ever sees
Had broken from his rage
To live free as she flees.
And as I disappeared,
I heard his howling rant
That echoed in the night,
Became his vocal chant:
"There is no other one
I've claimed who has my heart
Is like no other love
I've given just to you!"
To take the chance at last,
The night is cool and dim
Sidewalk of overcast.
It shoots up through my seams
And jars within my brain,
I'm silent in my screams
He loved to hear the pain.
And did all that he could
And told me what he'd do
No matter if I would
Believe in what I knew.
Obeying every want
I never satisfied
His dark sadistic haunt
Would threaten if I lied.
To hunt me like a dog
His little trophy slut,
Not worthy of his 'love',
A litany of faults
For everyone to hear
All through the neighborhood,
There was no other one
He claimed who had his heart.
Was like no other love
He'd given just to me.
And even though I stayed
In hopes that he might feel,
Remembering the past
The way it used to be,
It disappeared so fast
When soon the threats to me.
The mental torture came
When he would leave each day,
And lock me in to tame
His little runaway.
With places where he hid
The fetish things he plied
Upon my nakedness,
No clothes did he abide.
While I was kept inside
My mind would start to bend,
Until he would return
For it to start again.
The layers of my scars
Not only to my skin
To bow, the cage's bars
A thing that it lived in.
Without a name, a soul
I had just one more try
Determined in my goal
Before there was no time
The truck's glare of its light,
My hair flew as I streaked
As he turned up the drive
When he came down the street.
Its high beams showed the slave
That no one ever sees
Had broken from his rage
To live free as she flees.
And as I disappeared,
I heard his howling rant
That echoed in the night,
Became his vocal chant:
"There is no other one
I've claimed who has my heart
Is like no other love
I've given just to you!"
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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love will drag us to hell
I watched you circle mounds of feathery ashes with nicotine laced fingers
thirteen long winters, under the red moon. The sea did not part in the love-
bed-divide. The crows stopped chattering out of boredom of colors,
the bedroom walls collapsed-in-wayward. Knowing love will drag us to hell.
You don’t get much sleep, do you darling?
With all those ghosts hanging around the ceilling, fascinated by the monotony
sooner or later out of habit we’ll lace the arrows with sex and choc-a-late,
tossing rules of Sun-tzu in the air. Passing withered sentiments and half-
hearted chuckle. Knowing love will drag us to hell.
Please pardon the cynic in me as we sit here pondering,
which one of us will survive this eternity.
A beautiful chaos of misconstrued words, tangled and knotted
lined in perfect symmetry of love gesture on everything broken, before
the bastard sun rises again. knowing this love of ours will drag us to hell.
thirteen long winters, under the red moon. The sea did not part in the love-
bed-divide. The crows stopped chattering out of boredom of colors,
the bedroom walls collapsed-in-wayward. Knowing love will drag us to hell.
You don’t get much sleep, do you darling?
With all those ghosts hanging around the ceilling, fascinated by the monotony
sooner or later out of habit we’ll lace the arrows with sex and choc-a-late,
tossing rules of Sun-tzu in the air. Passing withered sentiments and half-
hearted chuckle. Knowing love will drag us to hell.
Please pardon the cynic in me as we sit here pondering,
which one of us will survive this eternity.
A beautiful chaos of misconstrued words, tangled and knotted
lined in perfect symmetry of love gesture on everything broken, before
the bastard sun rises again. knowing this love of ours will drag us to hell.
Written by Layla
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HEADLINES
1
Witchcraft in a Bowie song;
David really laid 'em long.
Smooth as bourbon served up neat,
Favorite way, without the ice,
From a cut lead crystal glass,
While I sit to rest my feet.
Just got Dixie cups, that’s nice;
It’s okay, they got more class.
Super 8 Motel, room six
Somewhere in the 'bama sticks,
Right off of the Interstate,
Where the boyfriend couldn't wait.
But I beat him to the punch.
Caught them fixin' to have lunch
In the middle of the night!
Had me fixin' for a fight....*
2
Kickin' back across the bed,
TV starin’ back at me.
Nuthin' runnin' through my head
'Cept the sight of crimson flow;
Where it’s from and where it goes,
Scattered sequins 'cross the floor.
Dragged her out back to the drain,
Through the mud after the rain.
Wasn't feelin' no more pain--
There’s the bin I left her in.
‘Snot a puzzle, thousand piece,
‘Why the chainsaw?’, come a’gin?
Boyfriend nekked, on the fly,
Didn't even say good-bye.
Left behind his cellular.
Cut her 'cross the jugular
Usin' just a butter knife.
Headlines read, "HE LEFT HIS WIFE"....*
3
Although Major Tom is gone,
We had our one wedding song.
You were my Ziggy Stardust
Till one day turned to scrap rust.
I still hear David Bowie,
Just like he's singin' to me.
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