Poetry competition CLOSED 18th October 2018 7:13am
WINNER
Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
RUNNERS-UP:
Astyanax
and SatInUGal
A one week contest
Poetry Contest Description
Let's talk about an ex
I'm looking for short poems with deep metaphors that show how one is finding it hard to cope with moving on from an ex. We've all been there, the place where one keeps hoping an ex would be back somehow.
I prefer free verse.
I prefer free verse.
Trying to Forget Him
Some might say that there will be a day when I finally
Get over you, but how do they know? Because to them
It is as simple as pulling the plug and moving on, but
They are not the ones who deal with the turmoil or
Every agonizing decision. They do not know the pain
That lingers like there is still a part of him attached to
My soul. They do not know the sleepless nights or that
I try to wish him away with a prayer. I wish to forget him
And how he made me feel. I hope to prove to myself that
I am stronger than someone who in the end never really
Cared about me like he said he did. Some people are not
Capable of love, no matter how deserving they are of it.
Get over you, but how do they know? Because to them
It is as simple as pulling the plug and moving on, but
They are not the ones who deal with the turmoil or
Every agonizing decision. They do not know the pain
That lingers like there is still a part of him attached to
My soul. They do not know the sleepless nights or that
I try to wish him away with a prayer. I wish to forget him
And how he made me feel. I hope to prove to myself that
I am stronger than someone who in the end never really
Cared about me like he said he did. Some people are not
Capable of love, no matter how deserving they are of it.
Written by eswaller
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HAUNT
Preserved in oils
From your skin
On the outside
Of the glass shower door:
A very detailed imprint of your face,
Visible only at a certain angle,
Smashed up against the glass
The way you used to do.
I tried to take a picture.
I tried to DIY dust for prints
With cocoa powder
(That was messy).
But like all ghosts,
You are elusive.
From your skin
On the outside
Of the glass shower door:
A very detailed imprint of your face,
Visible only at a certain angle,
Smashed up against the glass
The way you used to do.
I tried to take a picture.
I tried to DIY dust for prints
With cocoa powder
(That was messy).
But like all ghosts,
You are elusive.
Written by SatInUGal
(Kumar)
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Tiger’s Honor
( a Rensaku: linked Tanka )
While you are away
from my scent —
the Underworld
in serpent’s split lava flow
keeps you from me.
But while I am away
on head of a diamond —
Pele’s grove
of hummingbird trees
in phallus upheaval.
When you are gone
no longer in ascent,
you are in the farthest
corners from the Buddha;
‘Nen nen fu ri shin’.
But when I am gone,
under slumbering sun, I
stalk the fevered riverbank
for one who keeps
your eyes averted.
”Nen nen fu ri shin” means
"Thought after thought are not separate from mind."
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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First Aid
With my love
I tried to bind the finger of your indifference
And stem the flow of your loneliness.
I tried to bind the finger of your indifference
And stem the flow of your loneliness.
Written by Astyanax
(Ceejay)
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Yesterday, Today And Now
Yesterday
he suggested to the one he loved
they ought to make a life plan...
Today
he found a "Dear John" note on the fridge...
Now
he should have a lesson learnt:
never to mix time and pleasure again...
he suggested to the one he loved
they ought to make a life plan...
Today
he found a "Dear John" note on the fridge...
Now
he should have a lesson learnt:
never to mix time and pleasure again...
Written by takis1917
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the LP jumping
you sing along the chords at the intro
back then when life was so simple
one of the tracks your life had lost
the wedding dress still in the box
the puppeteer just a marionette
to multiply and dance out of step
lift the lid on Pandora's box
to go back to a hard life so soft
back then when life was so simple
one of the tracks your life had lost
the wedding dress still in the box
the puppeteer just a marionette
to multiply and dance out of step
lift the lid on Pandora's box
to go back to a hard life so soft
Written by slipalong
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