Poetry competition CLOSED 18th July 2018 5:44pm
WINNER
LunasChild8
LunasChild8
"I Am"
I Am The Greatest Freestyle
I got what you need
That dope for you fiends
I'm goin' in floatin' like Muhammad Ali
It's Mr Johnny Come Lately reppin like an OG
I'm Comin' Down Hwy 6 at a quarter till 3
On a new fuckin level - Bumpin A - $ - A - P
Behind Blue Eyes, so glazed I can barely see
I'm shining, switching lanes, swervin dangerously
Yeah, I stay elevated, smoking constantly
Uhhh, I do it for my health, consume broccoli
Got a temper, I'm a tyrant, dont fuck with me
I.Q. higher than a Genius with a'hundred degrees
My internal clock is keeping time with precision
Like a military man, I'm out here on a fuckin mission
Rouge posted on your block, Tom Clancy's Night Vision
Stay steady making moves and you know I make a killin'
Maintaing altitude, up in superior position
Often misunderstood but I have only good intentions
Always flowin' with a message so I hope ya' fuckin' listen
Whole world's gone numb, errrbody's fuckin trippin...
And now I know you might not like it if ya don't agree but;
Until the system change' Im screaming:
"FUCK THE POLICE"
"FUCK HARRIS COUNTY JAIL AND THE HPD"
Until they learn how to act with some decency
I already know, you're driven by fear, see;
Just a bunch of fucking pussies that can't handle this D
Hey now, don't assume shit, none of yall know me
But I'm a bad motherfucker...
Dub.00D
That dope for you fiends
I'm goin' in floatin' like Muhammad Ali
It's Mr Johnny Come Lately reppin like an OG
I'm Comin' Down Hwy 6 at a quarter till 3
On a new fuckin level - Bumpin A - $ - A - P
Behind Blue Eyes, so glazed I can barely see
I'm shining, switching lanes, swervin dangerously
Yeah, I stay elevated, smoking constantly
Uhhh, I do it for my health, consume broccoli
Got a temper, I'm a tyrant, dont fuck with me
I.Q. higher than a Genius with a'hundred degrees
My internal clock is keeping time with precision
Like a military man, I'm out here on a fuckin mission
Rouge posted on your block, Tom Clancy's Night Vision
Stay steady making moves and you know I make a killin'
Maintaing altitude, up in superior position
Often misunderstood but I have only good intentions
Always flowin' with a message so I hope ya' fuckin' listen
Whole world's gone numb, errrbody's fuckin trippin...
And now I know you might not like it if ya don't agree but;
Until the system change' Im screaming:
"FUCK THE POLICE"
"FUCK HARRIS COUNTY JAIL AND THE HPD"
Until they learn how to act with some decency
I already know, you're driven by fear, see;
Just a bunch of fucking pussies that can't handle this D
Hey now, don't assume shit, none of yall know me
But I'm a bad motherfucker...
Dub.00D
Written by TodaysTomSawy3r
(Tom Sawyer)
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I am tinnitus
complex old
childhood a long time ago
all is heard are closing doors
life just ground floor chores
of yesterdays in faded print
anecdotes to make friends yawn not grin
the walking sticks relentless tap
when age blind panic tips its hat
the maze that is dementia's way
with good reason drives a wedge
disabled and infirmed with gout
to toast before the gas runs out
retirement flyers and knowing looks
an epitaph of empathy carried like a corpse
loneliness its cancer without cure
its visits are so regular
tempis fugit a slippery slope
last memorial on a suicide note
self administered euthanasia's last step
a dose that hangs on a cliff edge
to step upon deaths welcome mat
I am the me of future years mishaps
side step and dance to fates sharp claws
and jam the spring on deaths trapdoor
childhood a long time ago
all is heard are closing doors
life just ground floor chores
of yesterdays in faded print
anecdotes to make friends yawn not grin
the walking sticks relentless tap
when age blind panic tips its hat
the maze that is dementia's way
with good reason drives a wedge
disabled and infirmed with gout
to toast before the gas runs out
retirement flyers and knowing looks
an epitaph of empathy carried like a corpse
loneliness its cancer without cure
its visits are so regular
tempis fugit a slippery slope
last memorial on a suicide note
self administered euthanasia's last step
a dose that hangs on a cliff edge
to step upon deaths welcome mat
I am the me of future years mishaps
side step and dance to fates sharp claws
and jam the spring on deaths trapdoor
Written by slipalong
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LONELY
I'm so lonely
So very lonely
I have nobody
To love me
And care for me
If only
My lovely
You loved me
I'd have somebody
To hold me
To kiss me
And share with me
A feeling of ecstasy
So very lonely
I have nobody
To love me
And care for me
If only
My lovely
You loved me
I'd have somebody
To hold me
To kiss me
And share with me
A feeling of ecstasy
Written by snugglebuck
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Rolling Stone
My connect is about to re-up.
Too much is never enough.
One cig fallows the next and
My life is a consistent mess.
My ambitions are few but grand.
Blow is the best friend I have.
Bottles of wine keep me company and
Broken women tend to love me.
I test death to taste it.
Wicked games are my favorite.
I dance with the devil and
My soul slows down to savor it.
This is the path I chose.
I've have no direction home.
I'm no saint so call me a
Rolling Stone.
Too much is never enough.
One cig fallows the next and
My life is a consistent mess.
My ambitions are few but grand.
Blow is the best friend I have.
Bottles of wine keep me company and
Broken women tend to love me.
I test death to taste it.
Wicked games are my favorite.
I dance with the devil and
My soul slows down to savor it.
This is the path I chose.
I've have no direction home.
I'm no saint so call me a
Rolling Stone.
Written by rainy_day13
(william swann)
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Human Layers
I am supposed to act tough and pull myself together,
But who will be there for me when I am feeling weak?
I need that extra dose to get through the bad weather
That surrounds me. Everything within me is at its peak
And breaking point. Who will catch me when I shatter?
Who will catch me when I fall and break into shards?
I am pieces of glass no one can step on. A pitter patter
Of my heartbeat echoing the sound of rain. Guards
Are on high alert so no one can hurt my heart or soul
Like that ever again. There are no promises of love
That is fulfilled, but I still crave and want it like coal
That burns; a human trait to connect. I am the dove
To help ease the pain and transition to another life.
I am that moment and instant just before you flat
Lined. I am all the sharp and dull edges to that knife
We come to hold so firmly in our hands. I am that
Hidden smile underneath the layers and complexity.
I am what helps you navigate through life’s perplexity.
But who will be there for me when I am feeling weak?
I need that extra dose to get through the bad weather
That surrounds me. Everything within me is at its peak
And breaking point. Who will catch me when I shatter?
Who will catch me when I fall and break into shards?
I am pieces of glass no one can step on. A pitter patter
Of my heartbeat echoing the sound of rain. Guards
Are on high alert so no one can hurt my heart or soul
Like that ever again. There are no promises of love
That is fulfilled, but I still crave and want it like coal
That burns; a human trait to connect. I am the dove
To help ease the pain and transition to another life.
I am that moment and instant just before you flat
Lined. I am all the sharp and dull edges to that knife
We come to hold so firmly in our hands. I am that
Hidden smile underneath the layers and complexity.
I am what helps you navigate through life’s perplexity.
Written by eswaller
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What Defines Me
How do I define myself?
A family man, a husband, a father, a son?
A brother, a cousin, a colleague, a friend
A starving poet, an aspiring writer?
A business suit type of man
With a passion for writing
A finance and economics gent
With a fondness for music
A left brain and right brain
Constantly fighting
An excited worker with ideas
Always looking to improve the system
A frustrated employee who sees the vision
When there’s too much red tape
An educated career minded individual
In between jobs
An optimist when I see the silver lining - in good spirits
A pessimist at times when I’ve had a rotten day
A romantic at heart dreaming of rainy days
A dreamer of sunny days when it’s raining
A wanna be saint on Sundays
When it’s time to praise the Lord
A pervert Monday through Saturday
Between nine forty five and eleven P.M.
A fantasizer twenty four seven
Of both good and bad
A student of life and a philosopher of death
A wonderer of the mysteries beyond
A keeper of secrets for transgressions left behind
An ideal citizen yet still very, very flawed
A pacifist for confrontation
But thinks of the shit I could’ve said once I’ve walked away
A sucky class clown whose jokes bomb
Yet somehow make people laugh when I’m not trying
A critic of movies calling the ending halfway
An enthusiast of books that teach me something
A fan of jazz, rock, classical and drum corps
A musician whose chops may have deteriorated
But can still recognize talent wherever I go
A lover of craft beer and good food
A hater of exercise but enjoys the burn
A visionary of six pack abs
Midway through reps on the second set
(But they’re just visions)
I’m my own harshest critic
I’m my own worst enemy
Constantly working on forgiving myself
Continually looking to improve myself
I’m not exemplary, but
I am a believer in good
How do I define myself?
A family man, a husband, a father, a son?
A brother, a cousin, a colleague, a friend
A starving poet, an aspiring writer?
A business suit type of man
With a passion for writing
A finance and economics gent
With a fondness for music
A left brain and right brain
Constantly fighting
An excited worker with ideas
Always looking to improve the system
A frustrated employee who sees the vision
When there’s too much red tape
An educated career minded individual
In between jobs
An optimist when I see the silver lining - in good spirits
A pessimist at times when I’ve had a rotten day
A romantic at heart dreaming of rainy days
A dreamer of sunny days when it’s raining
A wanna be saint on Sundays
When it’s time to praise the Lord
A pervert Monday through Saturday
Between nine forty five and eleven P.M.
A fantasizer twenty four seven
Of both good and bad
A student of life and a philosopher of death
A wonderer of the mysteries beyond
A keeper of secrets for transgressions left behind
An ideal citizen yet still very, very flawed
A pacifist for confrontation
But thinks of the shit I could’ve said once I’ve walked away
A sucky class clown whose jokes bomb
Yet somehow make people laugh when I’m not trying
A critic of movies calling the ending halfway
An enthusiast of books that teach me something
A fan of jazz, rock, classical and drum corps
A musician whose chops may have deteriorated
But can still recognize talent wherever I go
A lover of craft beer and good food
A hater of exercise but enjoys the burn
A visionary of six pack abs
Midway through reps on the second set
(But they’re just visions)
I’m my own harshest critic
I’m my own worst enemy
Constantly working on forgiving myself
Continually looking to improve myself
I’m not exemplary, but
I am a believer in good
Less A Day Ago
( a double Sonnet )
There is no telling if I’ve really grown,
And parted ways with sentiment of trust.
The first day certainly when I left home
To forge ahead my future in its thrust.
You followed me my little sister self,
And tried to match my pace w’ ev’ry step.
To tag along my sprite my faerie elf,
Our memo’ries of time you safely kept.
Those first uncertain years I never flinch’d,
For my unfailing courage came w’ youth.
Towards priv’leged immortality I inch’d,
You held your tongue & kept me from the truth.
In hindsight should my age help me to know,
For I was younger, less a day ago.
The opportunities I could not see
In spite a closer distance I was brought,
With reckless choices often taking me
Away from lessons you & I were taught.
My little self, how could I’ve been so dense?
In lessons of the heart I must have skipped.
God pass’d the hat to give me common sense,
But it was lost in transit when they shipped.
The goodness that is you I thought was me;
I got it wrong for us to be abused.
Because you stayed so close so silently,
I thought you’d gone I selfishly assumed.
It looks like I am you and didn’t know,
For I was younger, less a day ago.
NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2018
There is no telling if I’ve really grown,
And parted ways with sentiment of trust.
The first day certainly when I left home
To forge ahead my future in its thrust.
You followed me my little sister self,
And tried to match my pace w’ ev’ry step.
To tag along my sprite my faerie elf,
Our memo’ries of time you safely kept.
Those first uncertain years I never flinch’d,
For my unfailing courage came w’ youth.
Towards priv’leged immortality I inch’d,
You held your tongue & kept me from the truth.
In hindsight should my age help me to know,
For I was younger, less a day ago.
The opportunities I could not see
In spite a closer distance I was brought,
With reckless choices often taking me
Away from lessons you & I were taught.
My little self, how could I’ve been so dense?
In lessons of the heart I must have skipped.
God pass’d the hat to give me common sense,
But it was lost in transit when they shipped.
The goodness that is you I thought was me;
I got it wrong for us to be abused.
Because you stayed so close so silently,
I thought you’d gone I selfishly assumed.
It looks like I am you and didn’t know,
For I was younger, less a day ago.
NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2018
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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"Dreams Deferred"
The frustration I feel clawing at my heart
Knowing I will never be the person I was meant to be
Time is running out and the abyss is creeping up on my soul
Lament smothers all desire to give breath to this poetry
Mayhap it will die silently along with whatever is left of me
After all the shoulda, woulda, couldas are finally buried
In the cemetery of long forgotten verse no one cared to read
Where all memory of me will be laid to rest in peace
As my cold reflection reaches out for Heaven
But feels only the warmth of brimstone embers
Lighting the pathway into eternal darkness
Where the pages of my life will burn and turn to ash
And nothing that was me will remain among the living
Memories will sink slowly into the soil for worms to eat
As the nothing that was my life lives on eternally
The frustration I feel clawing at my heart
Knowing I will never be the person I was meant to be
Time is running out and the abyss is creeping up on my soul
Lament smothers all desire to give breath to this poetry
Mayhap it will die silently along with whatever is left of me
After all the shoulda, woulda, couldas are finally buried
In the cemetery of long forgotten verse no one cared to read
Where all memory of me will be laid to rest in peace
As my cold reflection reaches out for Heaven
But feels only the warmth of brimstone embers
Lighting the pathway into eternal darkness
Where the pages of my life will burn and turn to ash
And nothing that was me will remain among the living
Memories will sink slowly into the soil for worms to eat
As the nothing that was my life lives on eternally
"Me, Myself an Isle"
A solitary island abandoned in a tempestuous, deep blue ocean
Amidst the ebbs and flows of undertows and currents severely set in motion
Risen from volcanic fires douced by the salty tears of great white whales
Only to be pounded down by the waves and fierce wind of nature's gales
Bathed beneath the force of echoing tsunamis ravaging these shores
Somewhere underneath the rock beats a heart that quivers as it roars
A dome of burning verse etched atop stone pillars of a volatile foundation
Chiseled in a molten sea's protruding mountain peak formation
The aching rock may never cry but still drips with the lament of silence
While tempting fate with a lightning rod will surely put an end to loneliness
Still after a sentence of eternal emptiness there remains a light within
Exposing a horizon lined with silver that allows raw healing to begin
As a seed sprouts roots growing into the sleeping muse's poet tree
Where a man became an island and the ocean named him poetry
A solitary island abandoned in a tempestuous, deep blue ocean
Amidst the ebbs and flows of undertows and currents severely set in motion
Risen from volcanic fires douced by the salty tears of great white whales
Only to be pounded down by the waves and fierce wind of nature's gales
Bathed beneath the force of echoing tsunamis ravaging these shores
Somewhere underneath the rock beats a heart that quivers as it roars
A dome of burning verse etched atop stone pillars of a volatile foundation
Chiseled in a molten sea's protruding mountain peak formation
The aching rock may never cry but still drips with the lament of silence
While tempting fate with a lightning rod will surely put an end to loneliness
Still after a sentence of eternal emptiness there remains a light within
Exposing a horizon lined with silver that allows raw healing to begin
As a seed sprouts roots growing into the sleeping muse's poet tree
Where a man became an island and the ocean named him poetry
"Learning to Fly"
I went out looking for the ghost I used to be
And when I found him he fell in the rocks beneath my feet
A part of me died inside and I am lost beyond my eyes
The mirrors shattered now my soul can't find a way home
And yet, perhaps he was the one in me that held me back
When I fell in love but left the words unsaid
And it crawled into the pile of regrets to save in a box
He's been with me forever and letting him go is so hard to do
As I look through the cracks unsure if I should reach out
To pull him back from the broken image of who I used to be
Or let him sink into a grave beneath the rocks and reflective glass
That only served to remind me of how safe it felt in familiarity
While the fear of a path not travelled lights under each new footprint
uncovered in the sand where fresh steps record a journey untold
Unfolding through a haze of mystery I want to cut into shreads
The cape of a super hero who saved no one but himself
From becoming the one he was always meant to be
The enemy within cloaked behind the cape of tattered threads
That can no longer hide the side still residing inside, waiting to fly
Learning to fly while no longer held down by the weight of the past
I went out looking for the ghost I used to be
And when I found him he fell in the rocks beneath my feet
A part of me died inside and I am lost beyond my eyes
The mirrors shattered now my soul can't find a way home
And yet, perhaps he was the one in me that held me back
When I fell in love but left the words unsaid
And it crawled into the pile of regrets to save in a box
He's been with me forever and letting him go is so hard to do
As I look through the cracks unsure if I should reach out
To pull him back from the broken image of who I used to be
Or let him sink into a grave beneath the rocks and reflective glass
That only served to remind me of how safe it felt in familiarity
While the fear of a path not travelled lights under each new footprint
uncovered in the sand where fresh steps record a journey untold
Unfolding through a haze of mystery I want to cut into shreads
The cape of a super hero who saved no one but himself
From becoming the one he was always meant to be
The enemy within cloaked behind the cape of tattered threads
That can no longer hide the side still residing inside, waiting to fly
Learning to fly while no longer held down by the weight of the past
Jade-Pandora said:I am SO GLAD that this has gotten fixed, sorted out, and a PROPER vote was successful... and the TRUE rightful winner is now known...
To our bright light:
Congratulations, LunasChild8 !!
🌜🐅🌜🐅🌜🐅🌜🐅🌜🐅
Thank you for your kind words, Jade. I'm honored by this win, and I congratulate the runner-up, Missy, and everyone else who participated. Your poems brought to light interesting layers to your character.
To our bright light:
Congratulations, LunasChild8 !!
🌜🐅🌜🐅🌜🐅🌜🐅🌜🐅
Thank you for your kind words, Jade. I'm honored by this win, and I congratulate the runner-up, Missy, and everyone else who participated. Your poems brought to light interesting layers to your character.
