Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd August 2018 10:55pm
WINNER
Grace (IDryad)
Grace (IDryad)
RUNNERS-UP:
Hepcat61
and LunasChild8
HASHTAG POETRY (Make Up Your Own)
#HELLISHERE
The gallows await me
With pill and needle
The demon in my blood
Purest form of evil
The crows are chanting my name
To feed the vermin, Carrion King
I have died a thousand times
Crown me The Suffering King
If this is my downfall
It will be my dissection
The voice of damnation
If I’m to rise again
It will be my destruction
Drowning in salvation
WHO WILL WALK WITH ME?
WHO WILL WALK WITH ME?
WHO WILL WALK WITH ME?
WHO WILL WALK WITH ME
WHEN HELL IS HERE?
I prick my skin again
To love my demon
And show it attention
And I will feed it once more
I’m a slave to my vices
I’ve become the great self condemner
The poison in my own skin
Bitter blood and grim demeanor
If this is my downfall
It will be my dissection
The voice of damnation
If I’m to rise again
It will be my destruction
Drowning in salvation
WHO WILL WALK WITH ME?
WHO WILL WALK WITH ME?
WHO WILL WALK WITH ME?
WHO WILL WALK WITH ME
WHEN HELL IS HERE?
I never fail to surprise myself
To walk alone in my depravity
Is it bad fucking luck or self pity
That forces me down this road to Hell?
If this is my downfall
It will be my dissection
The voice of damnation
If I’m to rise again
It will be my destruction
Drowning in salvation
WHO WILL WALK WITH ME?
WHO WILL WALK WITH ME?
WHO WILL WALK WITH ME?
WHO WILL WALK WITH ME
WHEN HELL IS HERE?
With pill and needle
The demon in my blood
Purest form of evil
The crows are chanting my name
To feed the vermin, Carrion King
I have died a thousand times
Crown me The Suffering King
If this is my downfall
It will be my dissection
The voice of damnation
If I’m to rise again
It will be my destruction
Drowning in salvation
WHO WILL WALK WITH ME?
WHO WILL WALK WITH ME?
WHO WILL WALK WITH ME?
WHO WILL WALK WITH ME
WHEN HELL IS HERE?
I prick my skin again
To love my demon
And show it attention
And I will feed it once more
I’m a slave to my vices
I’ve become the great self condemner
The poison in my own skin
Bitter blood and grim demeanor
If this is my downfall
It will be my dissection
The voice of damnation
If I’m to rise again
It will be my destruction
Drowning in salvation
WHO WILL WALK WITH ME?
WHO WILL WALK WITH ME?
WHO WILL WALK WITH ME?
WHO WILL WALK WITH ME
WHEN HELL IS HERE?
I never fail to surprise myself
To walk alone in my depravity
Is it bad fucking luck or self pity
That forces me down this road to Hell?
If this is my downfall
It will be my dissection
The voice of damnation
If I’m to rise again
It will be my destruction
Drowning in salvation
WHO WILL WALK WITH ME?
WHO WILL WALK WITH ME?
WHO WILL WALK WITH ME?
WHO WILL WALK WITH ME
WHEN HELL IS HERE?
Written by HadesRising
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# slipalong Haiku
Twitter feeds threads dropped
to expound nothing profound
my personal hash uncrossed
to expound nothing profound
my personal hash uncrossed
Written by slipalong
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#1
Pleasure my heart with your presence
Feed my ego with your words
To my body inflict wounds of tenderness
Feed my ego with your words
To my body inflict wounds of tenderness
Written by Dre_k47
(AnDre James)
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Okay, all you hashtag party animals out there - this competition has been extended, and at this moment there’s six and a half days left to come up with an iconic theme and a poem to go with it. And In case you missed the announcement: if the winning entry has a viable working hashtag theme that can populate a page, the Webmistress will add that to DU’s legend of existing themes list for anyone to use when publishing, if they so choose!😎🏆
Happy Themeing - Good Luck!
~#Jade👍
#harpies
she flew just like the albatross on its way to the southern cross
sweet songs of harpies storms perverse
for all heard was fantasy welling up in boiling sea
hidden danger draws me to immerse
the random hash like storms do pass
locks that jam on lifes canal
to unsettle all that was steadfast
to cast a line with no results
the wind that blows in acrid heat
eye of the storm blink and its gone
the laddered tights recite BO PEEP
the key I turn that dont respond
trouble halved is a trouble shared
the hash of life that never stirred
did anybody ever think they cared
the clouds that left the outlook blurred
sweet songs of harpies storms perverse
for all heard was fantasy welling up in boiling sea
hidden danger draws me to immerse
the random hash like storms do pass
locks that jam on lifes canal
to unsettle all that was steadfast
to cast a line with no results
the wind that blows in acrid heat
eye of the storm blink and its gone
the laddered tights recite BO PEEP
the key I turn that dont respond
trouble halved is a trouble shared
the hash of life that never stirred
did anybody ever think they cared
the clouds that left the outlook blurred
Written by slipalong
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Deconstructionism
softly spoken word
stands alone away from pics
images and clips
stands alone away from pics
images and clips
Written by takis1917
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#It’sPound!
Maybe I’m not young enough or hip enough,
To keep up with today’s styles and trends,
At least that’s what I tell my tens of followers,
I guess that’s why I don’t have that many friends.
But then again,
I grew up in a time of rotary phones and cursive writing,
When looking things up literally took work,
I am the last of the generation X,
When rump shaking was the precursor to twerk.
But I,
Understand that I have to change with the times,
I’m just not as lit or fit or with it as I used to be,
All this trending doesn’t really have an ending,
The idioms and meanings keep changing on me.
But of all the slangs and sayings that I still don’t like,
I know it’s silly and for as crazy as I may sound,
I get annoyed so I try avoid,
All this hashtag business because #It’sPound!
Now I’ll go relax
And play some tic-tac-toe.
Maybe I’m not young enough or hip enough,
To keep up with today’s styles and trends,
At least that’s what I tell my tens of followers,
I guess that’s why I don’t have that many friends.
But then again,
I grew up in a time of rotary phones and cursive writing,
When looking things up literally took work,
I am the last of the generation X,
When rump shaking was the precursor to twerk.
But I,
Understand that I have to change with the times,
I’m just not as lit or fit or with it as I used to be,
All this trending doesn’t really have an ending,
The idioms and meanings keep changing on me.
But of all the slangs and sayings that I still don’t like,
I know it’s silly and for as crazy as I may sound,
I get annoyed so I try avoid,
All this hashtag business because #It’sPound!
Now I’ll go relax
And play some tic-tac-toe.
#this is who we are
we laugh ,We cry
And soon to die.
We dance ,We love,
And never wanna say goodbye.
We dream, We hope,
That one day we'll fly.
We fight, We protect,
So we learned to lie.
We draw ,We paint,
And we never wanna close our eyes.
We fight, We Kill,
We just wanna protect our lives.
We betray,
We backstab,
We hide behind others in the firing line.
We believe, we follow,
All that we think is right.
We invent,
We sail,
Into the greater depths of our minds.
We rebel,
We conquer,
It's all in the beat of our hearts.
We steal,
We cheat,
No one has ever had enough.
We're black,
We're white,
Deep inside we're the same.
We fake,
We thieves,
We learned to hide behind a veil.
There's no shame
This is the modern day,
This is who we are.
And soon to die.
We dance ,We love,
And never wanna say goodbye.
We dream, We hope,
That one day we'll fly.
We fight, We protect,
So we learned to lie.
We draw ,We paint,
And we never wanna close our eyes.
We fight, We Kill,
We just wanna protect our lives.
We betray,
We backstab,
We hide behind others in the firing line.
We believe, we follow,
All that we think is right.
We invent,
We sail,
Into the greater depths of our minds.
We rebel,
We conquer,
It's all in the beat of our hearts.
We steal,
We cheat,
No one has ever had enough.
We're black,
We're white,
Deep inside we're the same.
We fake,
We thieves,
We learned to hide behind a veil.
There's no shame
This is the modern day,
This is who we are.
Written by poetOftragedy
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