Poetry competition CLOSED 25th October 2018 5:02am
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nightbirdblue
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The Background

Medinda
Fire of Insight
United States 3awards
Joined 22nd Aug 2018
Forum Posts: 93

Back to Country

Allow me to draw  
From my southern
Heritage, y'all  
and watch it befall  
Like pretty little  
Ole waterfalls  
Into dark bubbly  
Babbling Brooks where  
We like to throw  
Our fishing hooks  
Against the vines  
Overhanging trees  
Creeping and climbing  
Into our dreams  
Like molasses strings  
From the lip of the jar  
Only inches away  
And yet ever so far  
From breaking the strand  
Tied together tight like  
Momma's apron strings  
Always done up right  
She never puts up a fight  
When daddy comes home  
Stinking drunk and stoned  
From the dive down on  
The county line  
Where he buys that  
Backdoor whiskey  or  
Even some moonshine  
It's a straight shooting  
Copper kettle perfection  
Of southern selection  
Pouring smooth fire  
Into your soul  
And burning hotter  
than the old wood stove  
Back in granny's cabin  
Where papaw used to  
Talk while whittling  
With a long slow  
Southern drawl  
That was just his  
Heritage, y'all  
 
 
Written by Medinda
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Xxxlix
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 28th Sep 2018
Forum Posts: 39

There isn't background when you appear
Distant.  All is foreground, focus bright,
Muting only in deepest night when I smear my eyes in blinding black.  You fear
To reveal what we both know, geography
Is nothing between and me.

tmoj
Twisted Dreamer
United States 1awards
Joined 2nd Nov 2016
Forum Posts: 57

LunasChild8 said:

But I don't know what background you're referring to. This white background here?


The background in a picture, maybe you could have known what the background is like from being in it, your true feelings can be in the background, etc. Idk

snugglebuck
Dangerous Mind
United States 77awards
Joined 3rd Feb 2014
Forum Posts: 1873

A DARK HAIKU

A DARK HAIKU
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wallyroo92
Tyrant of Words
United States 154awards
Joined 11th July 2012
Forum Posts: 1874


Rise

Thousands of lanterns light up the night sky,
Each one a memory going off into the distance,
 Each one floating away into the dark expanse,
  Like wishes and thoughts whisper into existence.
   The fire burns fervently within and then into the wind,
    Decorating the heavens like all the stars are nearby,
     A background of lights as if the scenic night extends
      An invitation to endless possibilities for those who try.
       Slowly they ascend like lively lovely souls transcend,
        Carrying hope and dreams flying gently into the night,
         Ferrying woes and worries never to be seen again,
          With the expectation that everything will be alright.
        Notions and emotions drift off into the vastness,
     Creating new made promises to wondrous eyes,
   Bringing faith to yearning hearts and minds alike,
When the multitude of beautiful spirits rise.

SatInUGal
Kumar
Dangerous Mind
United States 25awards
Joined 31st Dec 2015
Forum Posts: 941

REFLECTION IN THE BACK OF A SPOON

Seeing you
from behind
while the cat
rhythmically
laps water
from the bowl
flick
after
dripping wet
flick
reminds me
of all the times
I've awoken
to the back
of your spoon
jiggling
flick
after
dripping wet
flick
Written by SatInUGal (Kumar)
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nightbirdblue
Dangerous Mind
United States 9awards
Joined 24th Sep 2017
Forum Posts: 171

Wallflower

 
a quiet girl observes
around the room
although she makes
eye contact
with you
only briefly, fleeting
she wonders
how you make
it look so easy
you, with your
casual yarning
laughter and charm
while she, silent
waits for her turn
and fumbles for
something to say
wishing she were
more down to earth
pretending that
everything’s okay
while the truth is
it hurts to smile
her cheeks are tired
and her teeth
are clenched
she starts to sweat
her face turns red
as she swiftly exits
 
but no one noticed


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eswaller
Dangerous Mind
United States 31awards
Joined 22nd Dec 2015
Forum Posts: 764

Background

The crystal clear blue sky is hanging over your head
Like chandeliers draped all in diamonds and stars.
You make this your home when you lay and spread
On the blanket soft blades of grass. All your scars
And tears forgotten about for those quiet moments as
You get lost in the galaxies. To you it never matters
If clouds roll in because you find comfort in what has
Your attention like the cosmic background that splatters
With color like a painter that takes a paintbrush across
The sky with magical beauty, never needing the gloss.
Written by eswaller
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AnonymousBystander
Fire of Insight
United Kingdom 3awards
Joined 28th Sep 2018
Forum Posts: 229

English Lane

I sit in the old servants quarters of
an English stately home. Behind the wall,
a partly cobbled green lane which I love.

Going down the lane from this aging Hall
in a wooded glade is a metalled road.
Going right, past a white wash Lodge withal

a scattering of dwellings now bestowed
by this beautiful walk through bright sunbeam.
Toward a bridge under which a burn flowed

where trout swim stationary in the stream
and, sometimes in the woods, roe deer are seen.
Continuing on this road as a dream

especially at dusk, where before we've been.
Road and stream like rod and snake reach a ford,
where two foot trout shimmer, quiver, careen

across to spawn; a sight to be adored.
Where stream and road cross a ford, where we roam -
pleasant and relaxing with health restored.

Along the lane where the trees make a dome,
around the corner and starting to climb,
the single track lane will then take us home.

If I stood up and rotated around:
each way you look, this journey is background.
Written by AnonymousBystander
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David_Macleod
14397816
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom 39awards
Joined 5th Nov 2014
Forum Posts: 2983

I Am The Background To My Own Foreground Merged

(An Acrostic Poem for the "Background Competition)  

I Am The Background To My Own Foreground Merged  
 
Images merge like an hallucinations on top of a mirage  
 
At the conjuncture to the truth and lies  
Mentalist have such wet dreams that they are parched  
 
The reality is hidden in an unreal fashion  
Hidden behind many onion skins and layers  
Ernest divination is nigh on impossible  
 
But to be honest my background is sadness  
Actively tortured and abused as a child  
Church paedophile swap meet  
Knuckled candy kisses on clergies members  
Given prayer and the laying on of hands in private places  
Recurring violence for violence sakes  
Open heart surgery with innocence removed  
Underlying guilt trips to seaside places  
No rescue, no salvation and no prayers answered  
Dreams of death and desires of my demise unbounded  
 
To this apparent background  
Only this is missing; a foreground  
 
My adult hood paints a picture  
Yet unfinished in its final hours  
 
Only repeated like rich food and alcohol  
Welcome to the greyness pixelated  
No colours in high definition  
 
Foreground is laid over background with surprising results  
Only the actors are different but the abuse remains similar  
Registering abuses covering the rest of adulthood  
Easily takes on the victims role, wish, rinse and repeat  
Generating adult abuses of parenthood, victimised in reverse  
Readily with ease I was abused as a child and an adult  
Offered nought in marriage her guilty of so many affairs
Unfortunately love came to late to change the narrative  
Needlessly I've been broken by my past and future  
Death and the desire for death have not left me  
 
Methinks the only purpose in life was my suffering  
Endless is the hurt I have undergone  
Right and wrong have very little to do with it  
Genuinely my background is merging to my foreground  
Endless is the suffering that comes from the composite image  
Death is the only constant in my life, framed to perfection
Written by David_Macleod (14397816)
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drone
Tyrant of Words
Greece 10awards
Joined 3rd Sep 2011
Forum Posts: 2277

Nice

nightbirdblue
Dangerous Mind
United States 9awards
Joined 24th Sep 2017
Forum Posts: 171

Thank you for the honor of choosing my poem as the winning entry tmoj!

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