Poetry competition CLOSED 26th June 2018 7:29pm
WINNER
RevolutionAL (Alistair Plint)
RevolutionAL (Alistair Plint)
RUNNER-UP:
Northern1
annoying /obnoxious poem
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Do You?
Do you know?
Do you know you know?
There is knowing
And then there is knowing
You know
Do you guess?
Do you guess you guess?
There is guessing
And then there is guessing
You guess
Do you feel?
Do you feel you feel?
There is feeling
And then there is feeling
You feel
Do you hear?
Do you hear you hear?
There is hearing
And then there is hearing
You hear
Do you see?
Do you see you see?
There is seeing
And then there is seeing
You see
Do you smell?
Do you smell you smell?
There is smelling
And then there is smelling
You smell
Do you know you know?
There is knowing
And then there is knowing
You know
Do you guess?
Do you guess you guess?
There is guessing
And then there is guessing
You guess
Do you feel?
Do you feel you feel?
There is feeling
And then there is feeling
You feel
Do you hear?
Do you hear you hear?
There is hearing
And then there is hearing
You hear
Do you see?
Do you see you see?
There is seeing
And then there is seeing
You see
Do you smell?
Do you smell you smell?
There is smelling
And then there is smelling
You smell
Written by Northern1
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Anonymous
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T h i c k With This...
This t h i c k n e s s…it’s a sickness that thoroughly haunts me,
With a thousand thrilling theatrics through and through,
And therewith in the pith of these themes who’d thought,
That the affable aesthetics would methodically taunt me too.
Therefore I find these thoughts so soothing and therapeutic,
Unearthing enthralling myths as if seeking a path to the truth,
Thus I must theorize, or perhaps hypothesize that going forth,
I am a thespian in the theater of the mind to my withered youth.
With every breath I slowly wreathe between tongue and teeth,
Seething with thirst immersed in depth of the sleuthing thread,
The theory throbs, though smoothly with thwacking thuds,
Tethering the nether part of my mouth and through to my head.
I think I’m thorny but this thingamajig is north of ordinary,
Amid a throng of thrusting verses thrashing in a chorus,
Bathing in the wealth of ideas and thoughts altogether,
With a strength three times t h i c k e r than my thesaurus.
Don’t dither and come hither,
It’s a threatening deathly thunder you’ll both love and loath,
So let me spread, or rather slather the word around so t h i c k l y,
With width and girth the idiom will thrive, primed for growth.
T h i c k.
This t h i c k n e s s…it’s a sickness that thoroughly haunts me,
With a thousand thrilling theatrics through and through,
And therewith in the pith of these themes who’d thought,
That the affable aesthetics would methodically taunt me too.
Therefore I find these thoughts so soothing and therapeutic,
Unearthing enthralling myths as if seeking a path to the truth,
Thus I must theorize, or perhaps hypothesize that going forth,
I am a thespian in the theater of the mind to my withered youth.
With every breath I slowly wreathe between tongue and teeth,
Seething with thirst immersed in depth of the sleuthing thread,
The theory throbs, though smoothly with thwacking thuds,
Tethering the nether part of my mouth and through to my head.
I think I’m thorny but this thingamajig is north of ordinary,
Amid a throng of thrusting verses thrashing in a chorus,
Bathing in the wealth of ideas and thoughts altogether,
With a strength three times t h i c k e r than my thesaurus.
Don’t dither and come hither,
It’s a threatening deathly thunder you’ll both love and loath,
So let me spread, or rather slather the word around so t h i c k l y,
With width and girth the idiom will thrive, primed for growth.
T h i c k.
Foolishness
I went there tomorrow
Before I stole yesterday
Filled the ice with water
And went back to the future
There I saw nothing walking on the sea
I killed a bee and filled it with honey
Sold it to a pig I saw moving a mountain
Got a cheque of a million
Didn’t bounce when dropped
Ripped in two
Yet, no money found
I was angry as root number three
And broke like a younger me
So I went to the baker for a loan
There I got a pound
With my pound, I made a bet
I lost it all without a sweat
Now I hope to return to tomorrow
Waiting there to sell today
Before I stole yesterday
Filled the ice with water
And went back to the future
There I saw nothing walking on the sea
I killed a bee and filled it with honey
Sold it to a pig I saw moving a mountain
Got a cheque of a million
Didn’t bounce when dropped
Ripped in two
Yet, no money found
I was angry as root number three
And broke like a younger me
So I went to the baker for a loan
There I got a pound
With my pound, I made a bet
I lost it all without a sweat
Now I hope to return to tomorrow
Waiting there to sell today
Written by Dre_k47
(AnDre James)
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Much gratitude indeed to you SimpleTon for the wonderful competition and the hosting of it.
Congrats to Northern1 & M_Goodrich
The competition in this one fierce. Very grateful that you chose my letter.
Blue Skies at you
Al
=)
Congrats to Northern1 & M_Goodrich
The competition in this one fierce. Very grateful that you chose my letter.
Blue Skies at you
Al
=)
