Poetry competition CLOSED 18th January 2019 3:13am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
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Dirt
wallyroo92
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Tyrant of Words
153
Joined 11th July 2012Forum Posts: 1858
In The Dirt
I’ve walked bare foot on the grass,
I’ve strolled through mud and dirt,
I’ve run through burning hot sand,
And I've felt the hurt.
The cemetery is crowded and yet quiet,
Still I hear echoes below the ground,
An ethereal hush almost like a riot,
Deep in the dirt with a distinct sound.
I walk through the graveyard with respect,
Reading their names and epitaphs,
Thinking one day I will be just like them,
Where some makers have photographs.
I stroll through the gardens admiring,
Flowers from loved ones on the dirt,
Thinking about memories and past lives,
And how their loss must’ve hurt.
“Here” my mother says, “this is the spot”,
Standing right over an empty space,
“It's where my mom and I will be buried”,
She has picked their final resting place.
I stand there silently thinking about
How death is another phase of the soul,
We must all return to the earth,
And when I’m in the dirt I’ll be whole.
I’ve walked bare foot on the grass,
I’ve strolled through mud and dirt,
I’ve run through burning hot sand,
And I've felt the hurt.
The cemetery is crowded and yet quiet,
Still I hear echoes below the ground,
An ethereal hush almost like a riot,
Deep in the dirt with a distinct sound.
I walk through the graveyard with respect,
Reading their names and epitaphs,
Thinking one day I will be just like them,
Where some makers have photographs.
I stroll through the gardens admiring,
Flowers from loved ones on the dirt,
Thinking about memories and past lives,
And how their loss must’ve hurt.
“Here” my mother says, “this is the spot”,
Standing right over an empty space,
“It's where my mom and I will be buried”,
She has picked their final resting place.
I stand there silently thinking about
How death is another phase of the soul,
We must all return to the earth,
And when I’m in the dirt I’ll be whole.
Benzy_420
BTheW
Forum Posts: 53
BTheW
Twisted Dreamer
4
Joined 24th Jan 2016 Forum Posts: 53
Dirty Shit
Come over tonight
I'll strap you up tight
And do what I like to you
I got vodka to the left
Whiskey on the right
A pouch of something nice to do
Put on travis scott and Kendrick
Goosebumps, comprehend it
Feel the music move you
and pray they never end it
There's a box in the drawer with some cuffs in it
Got some dice to inspire the lust in us
Where's my belt, imma wrap this round your legs, then I
Cuff you to the bed, relieve that tension right
Clawing at the sheets,
my hands spreading her cheeks
Ain’t felt this good in weeks
Tonight we will not sleep
For first we have to dance
I'll spread them lips apart
And lick up on your clit
Get ready for this dick, bitch
I'll strap you up tight
And do what I like to you
I got vodka to the left
Whiskey on the right
A pouch of something nice to do
Put on travis scott and Kendrick
Goosebumps, comprehend it
Feel the music move you
and pray they never end it
There's a box in the drawer with some cuffs in it
Got some dice to inspire the lust in us
Where's my belt, imma wrap this round your legs, then I
Cuff you to the bed, relieve that tension right
Clawing at the sheets,
my hands spreading her cheeks
Ain’t felt this good in weeks
Tonight we will not sleep
For first we have to dance
I'll spread them lips apart
And lick up on your clit
Get ready for this dick, bitch
Written by Benzy_420
(BTheW)
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Zaynab_kamoonpury
Forum Posts: 69
Fire of Insight
3
Joined 4th Dec 2017 Forum Posts: 69
The gentler gender for gentlemen . (For contest)
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I'm proud of belonging to the female race,
To hail from the fair sex
To be a part of womanhood , earthly sisterhood
Not only because I have far less hairy
Smoother, softer fairer pinker skin
than the gents and men
But also because it is only
Our womb that cradles the unborn human
That's why we are the cradle of civilisation and humanity.
And our womanly lap that ensures the survival of the human race
Our motherly lap is said to be a child's first university.
I don't even mind being referred to as the weaker sex
For I connote it to refer to how we are a delicate delicacy
Upon which our men ravish and feast upon
Wherein also lies part of our powers ironically.
I mean I have read of kings who gave up thrones
Just so they can feast their enamoured eyes upon and love a woman!
The chauvinistic world of men has tried to sideline us
Yet powerful women have risen and shone in all ages nevertheless.
Thank you God for creating the mother of all humanity, our first mother, Eve.
Long live womanhood, be proud of your gender.
Let's change the male dominated masculine mindset of this world
And make it more women friendly and feminine.
Men are referred to as gentlemen in English,
yet that can be paradoxically harsh in reality
For more women are gentler ironically .
A woman is flower power
That can shake the world with her delicate petals
As her softer voice has learnt
to pierce, melt and mould his fierce metals
of masculine armours of physical strength
Without employing swords or guns.
A woman is divine art admired by her admirers
A vital divine creation that creates and nurtures
because the Creator has entrusted her with that magnificent role.
( comments are fine but I don't invite them for such contest entries)
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I'm proud of belonging to the female race,
To hail from the fair sex
To be a part of womanhood , earthly sisterhood
Not only because I have far less hairy
Smoother, softer fairer pinker skin
than the gents and men
But also because it is only
Our womb that cradles the unborn human
That's why we are the cradle of civilisation and humanity.
And our womanly lap that ensures the survival of the human race
Our motherly lap is said to be a child's first university.
I don't even mind being referred to as the weaker sex
For I connote it to refer to how we are a delicate delicacy
Upon which our men ravish and feast upon
Wherein also lies part of our powers ironically.
I mean I have read of kings who gave up thrones
Just so they can feast their enamoured eyes upon and love a woman!
The chauvinistic world of men has tried to sideline us
Yet powerful women have risen and shone in all ages nevertheless.
Thank you God for creating the mother of all humanity, our first mother, Eve.
Long live womanhood, be proud of your gender.
Let's change the male dominated masculine mindset of this world
And make it more women friendly and feminine.
Men are referred to as gentlemen in English,
yet that can be paradoxically harsh in reality
For more women are gentler ironically .
A woman is flower power
That can shake the world with her delicate petals
As her softer voice has learnt
to pierce, melt and mould his fierce metals
of masculine armours of physical strength
Without employing swords or guns.
A woman is divine art admired by her admirers
A vital divine creation that creates and nurtures
because the Creator has entrusted her with that magnificent role.
( comments are fine but I don't invite them for such contest entries)
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Written by Zaynab_kamoonpury
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DCLXVI_1989
Garrett Asa Hughes
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Garrett Asa Hughes
Thought Provoker
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Joined 17th Aug 2017Forum Posts: 88
Definitely raw and powerful. The picture attached invoked me to read it a 3rd time. Odd to admit from the subject matter, but i love it.
DCLXVI_1989
Garrett Asa Hughes
Forum Posts: 88
Garrett Asa Hughes
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DCLXVI_1989
Garrett Asa Hughes
Forum Posts: 88
Garrett Asa Hughes
Thought Provoker
4
Joined 17th Aug 2017Forum Posts: 88
I Hate Your Utopia
-I don't give a fuck how pretty your city is.-
It still smells like piss, wrapped in aesthetics.-
The shit from the sewer bubbles up from underneath.-
With the looks of discouraged, as it walks on the streets.-
The reapage of seepage.-
It doesn't matter, your city's name.-
The underbelly of freeway bridges all look the same.-
Armpitiful of poison feces.-
Parade of neglect, release me.-
Pave the way for decay.-
It sleeps wrapped in blankets of mucus and bile.-
Puddling in vomit, chunks volatile.-
You're fewer than manure.-
The church of the perished.-
Come to prey for the week.-
With their noses in the air.-
Earth has inherited the stink.-
Pollution is the solution.-
Your words escape to mate with the smog.-
Your toilet of arteries seem to be clogged.-
I've never seen so many shadows in the daylight.-
With your plastic forests and garbage smiles.-
It landfills me up with no emotion and empty sight.-
Built layered upon cracked OCD tiles.-
Proud and loud.-
Neighborhooded masks.-
Pride and lied.-
No heart to attack.-
Pride denied.-
Metaphoria.-
Denied you pried.-
Flawed Utopia.-
Riots of silence.-
You hide from the world.-
I pity your cleanliness.-
You hide the world from yourself.-
Thanks, you're fuckin' hideous.-
You're clutter in my gutter.-
Architect with a broken neck.-
Lowlife eye level with the concrete.-
Hidden horrors in pristine building.-
Windowed pain kneeling in the cold street.
It still smells like piss, wrapped in aesthetics.-
The shit from the sewer bubbles up from underneath.-
With the looks of discouraged, as it walks on the streets.-
The reapage of seepage.-
It doesn't matter, your city's name.-
The underbelly of freeway bridges all look the same.-
Armpitiful of poison feces.-
Parade of neglect, release me.-
Pave the way for decay.-
It sleeps wrapped in blankets of mucus and bile.-
Puddling in vomit, chunks volatile.-
You're fewer than manure.-
The church of the perished.-
Come to prey for the week.-
With their noses in the air.-
Earth has inherited the stink.-
Pollution is the solution.-
Your words escape to mate with the smog.-
Your toilet of arteries seem to be clogged.-
I've never seen so many shadows in the daylight.-
With your plastic forests and garbage smiles.-
It landfills me up with no emotion and empty sight.-
Built layered upon cracked OCD tiles.-
Proud and loud.-
Neighborhooded masks.-
Pride and lied.-
No heart to attack.-
Pride denied.-
Metaphoria.-
Denied you pried.-
Flawed Utopia.-
Riots of silence.-
You hide from the world.-
I pity your cleanliness.-
You hide the world from yourself.-
Thanks, you're fuckin' hideous.-
You're clutter in my gutter.-
Architect with a broken neck.-
Lowlife eye level with the concrete.-
Hidden horrors in pristine building.-
Windowed pain kneeling in the cold street.
Written by DCLXVI_1989
(Garrett Asa Hughes)
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solanaceae
Forum Posts: 16
Twisted Dreamer
2
Joined 17th Jan 2019Forum Posts: 16
Mama
Mama cried, “girl, go play outside”
‘Said “Ya daddy and I gotta talk”
And I told her
“Mama, all there iz’z dirt”
Cuz it wuz summertime
And even the hounds were cryin’ and achin’ under the sun
Their ribs pokin’ out like mine
Hell, them dawgs stayin’ in the yard with no water
And they wasn’t even fenced in
Guess they jus’ ain’t got the spirit to leave
I suppose they wuz jus’ like mama
‘Said “Ya daddy and I gotta talk”
And I told her
“Mama, all there iz’z dirt”
Cuz it wuz summertime
And even the hounds were cryin’ and achin’ under the sun
Their ribs pokin’ out like mine
Hell, them dawgs stayin’ in the yard with no water
And they wasn’t even fenced in
Guess they jus’ ain’t got the spirit to leave
I suppose they wuz jus’ like mama
Written by solanaceae
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Rachelleundrgrd
Forum Posts: 82
Thought Provoker
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Joined 17th Feb 2018 Forum Posts: 82
Dust and bones
Pops told me that even us good girls start and end as dust and that the in-between was simply horseshit sticking both parts together.
Mama said that even though we might dust and clean, we was created from more than just dirt. That the rib of a Man crafted us good girls.
Imagine that. Here we stand, and work, and sit quiet--like good girls do--all because of you and your extra bone.
We kneel down, eat dirt; and, when you are done, we dust it off of our knees, spit it out of our mouths and get back to our chores, like all good girls do.
R.
Mama said that even though we might dust and clean, we was created from more than just dirt. That the rib of a Man crafted us good girls.
Imagine that. Here we stand, and work, and sit quiet--like good girls do--all because of you and your extra bone.
We kneel down, eat dirt; and, when you are done, we dust it off of our knees, spit it out of our mouths and get back to our chores, like all good girls do.
R.
Written by Rachelleundrgrd
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cabcool
Forum Posts: 782
Guardian of Shadows
14
Joined 27th Feb 2014Forum Posts: 782
but dust thou art
earth was a void
only he could avoid
clay dough his play dough
no time to play, though
for sight and sound
were not unsound
where emptiness
besieged the nest
shape and form
fitting reform
for otherwise
all would seem foolish
thus thou art
but dust thou art
he said to me
when you’re able
to eat cane
i’ll give you strength
to build a dam
in a single eve
man thing from nothing
woman from new man
lifestyle from dead soil
earth banishing dearth
breath of life
for the breadth of life…
© Copyright 2019 January 17
by Clyve A. Bowen
Written by cabcool
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Anonymous
Hey thanks for the win on this!
snugglebuck
Forum Posts: 1873
Dangerous Mind
77
Joined 3rd Feb 2014Forum Posts: 1873
Fun comp. Glad to share the lime light with missy and the tigeress 🐅 of DU.