Poetry competition CLOSED 24th April 2019 3:27am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
Poem of the Month - April 2019
Anonymous
one poem
one poem
that'll kill me
one poem
that'll bleed me dry
leaving not
even a drop
of either red
or blue
one poem
that'll douse
this fire
one poem
that'll quench
this thirst
forever
one poem
i know you're there
yet somehow
elusive you remain
one poem
that'll melt
this mound of clay
one poem
that'll leave
all the demons slayed
one poem
your pursuit
i know
not in vain
one poem
this desert's
missing rain
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Written by cold_fusion
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Anonymous
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Cold Winter Revelation
The bitter cold trials burn her lungs
as the harsh winter air drifts
Searching to illuminate her every
truth; through her soul, she sifts
Shivering in this frigid existence; all unravels before the frost
Amongst the pine trees tall is where she finds it; all is truly not lost
Only by the bitter cold trials of a harsh winters assistance -----
Has she found herself through all of it's tainted & bittersweet resistance
Written by PandoraUnleashed
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Descend – Day Four
With swift descend, how simple life goes lost,
Who hovers close at soul’s periphery.
Like summer smiles that catch in winter’s frost,
In broken thoughts that set its young ghost free.
Who hovers close at soul’s periphery?
One from the heights to valley floor descends,
In broken thoughts that set its young ghost free,
That leave one barren lacking place and friends.
One from the heights to valley floor descends
In wakened eyes that strain in tribal land,
That leave one barren, lacking place and friends
Among the graves and weight of life’s disband.
In wakened eyes that strain in tribal land,
The young boy’s faith well washed in homely wine.
Among the graves and weight of life’s disband,
A hermit held in city’s crush, maligned.
The young boy’s faith well washed in homely wine,
Like summer smiles that catch in winter’s frost,
A hermit held in city’s crush, maligned,
With swift descend, how simple life goes lost.
4/30
unique words: 75
#NaPoWriMo2019
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
Who hovers close at soul’s periphery.
Like summer smiles that catch in winter’s frost,
In broken thoughts that set its young ghost free.
Who hovers close at soul’s periphery?
One from the heights to valley floor descends,
In broken thoughts that set its young ghost free,
That leave one barren lacking place and friends.
One from the heights to valley floor descends
In wakened eyes that strain in tribal land,
That leave one barren, lacking place and friends
Among the graves and weight of life’s disband.
In wakened eyes that strain in tribal land,
The young boy’s faith well washed in homely wine.
Among the graves and weight of life’s disband,
A hermit held in city’s crush, maligned.
The young boy’s faith well washed in homely wine,
Like summer smiles that catch in winter’s frost,
A hermit held in city’s crush, maligned,
With swift descend, how simple life goes lost.
4/30
unique words: 75
#NaPoWriMo2019
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
Written by Hepcat61
(geoff cat)
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Roman Wilderness of Pain – Cycle Seven: Day Fifteen
I find I’m looking out again,
The car at rest on broken ground.
My body’s there, a mass undone,
It’s drunk, baptized in blood.
The tree remains though scarred and still.
Car, hissing steam, October night
Has pinned me in and trapped my life,
Yet here I stand looking.
Beyond the tree a life extends,
A short run to an open cliff,
The next abyss, the next begin,
Or simple blackness find?
And to it’s left I see Her there,
The C(K)ali girl that I could chase,
With music, song…but still, the cliff,
Though further off, but still…
And to the right in vailed mist,
I cannot see the future’s hold,
I hear Her voice in words I craved
Before I broke my soul.
Her face appears but just once more,
Adrift in final words announce,
And then just mist of the unseen,
The car, the tree, the lack.
On my periphery, I hear
The coming sirens’ subtle song,
My body seems to stir alive,
It’s time for my return.
I will not send my gifts tonight,
I’ll leave our ghosts to find their paths,
I will not beg for other life,
I will abide, I will…
Words: 199
Unique Words: 130
The car at rest on broken ground.
My body’s there, a mass undone,
It’s drunk, baptized in blood.
The tree remains though scarred and still.
Car, hissing steam, October night
Has pinned me in and trapped my life,
Yet here I stand looking.
Beyond the tree a life extends,
A short run to an open cliff,
The next abyss, the next begin,
Or simple blackness find?
And to it’s left I see Her there,
The C(K)ali girl that I could chase,
With music, song…but still, the cliff,
Though further off, but still…
And to the right in vailed mist,
I cannot see the future’s hold,
I hear Her voice in words I craved
Before I broke my soul.
Her face appears but just once more,
Adrift in final words announce,
And then just mist of the unseen,
The car, the tree, the lack.
On my periphery, I hear
The coming sirens’ subtle song,
My body seems to stir alive,
It’s time for my return.
I will not send my gifts tonight,
I’ll leave our ghosts to find their paths,
I will not beg for other life,
I will abide, I will…
Words: 199
Unique Words: 130
Written by Hepcat61
(geoff cat)
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Anonymous
Thank you to Tallen for nominating me for this honour! And thank you for all the votes. I'm a bit stunned by this honour. 
