Poetry competition CLOSED 4th May 2019 2:00am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
Your Best Poem
Erase
Can you tell me who I am?
I tend to forget
These feelings swarm my soul
So I never remember
Once I was beautiful
I’m now a wreck
Stoned and high wreck
Pressure is too much and I can't help it
So please help me
I’m not who I’m supposed to be
When the Monster wants
I do what he pleas
Every memory aches
Awakes
I’m so baked
Erase
My coke cakes
Awaits for my arrival
He senses my needs
But I’m only a tease
I try
Re-apply
My mind
Caressed and covered
Beat to a pulp
I’m...High
Strung out
On a thread
Hung to dry
Heat seeps into my skin
I need to please him
On the rim
My light...
So dim...
I lost my control
He rapes my soul
And a burden takes its toll
"Mommy please help me
I can’t find your soil"
My body can’t plant the seed
My soil provides no feed
So I read
And realize I can’t bear
My flower can’t grow
Because you reap what you sow
And this is my punishment
You can’t make a fire
Without a flint
I’m bent
This way and that
That's why I spat
Monster I’m fat
On cash so I choke
Here I am...
Empty pockets filled with coke
I revoke
Relapse
Back to who I am
I’m surrounded
I’m canned
I throw myself under the bus
Just because
No one else can
There so afraid
I take the blame
The Monsters game
Turns my lame into fame
I reconcile
With no one
Monster I’m done
You can’t trick me
I’m not your rubbish
Don't punish
What you create
Hate
Me for who I am
Heroine needles in my hand
On the bed where I land
Covered in bands
Stripped
Of dignity
To bold to face
My reality I can’t taste
You put me in a new place
Erase
My memory from who I used to be
I’m still not me
No one offers help
I yelp
I’m not heard
Miles where you lured
Me into your trap
Your crap
I can’t ever get away
Your predator I’m prey
Cat and mouse game you have me play
That I despise
But love
Every
Little
Lie
Your right
Maybe I should
Drop under ground
Buried six feet down
I frown
Look upon me
I’m a follower
I try
To keep on the track
But always find I’m going back
I retract
Like a severed artery
I bleed out
Become a victim
of another crime
Another hollow skull
That takes role
But you always come first
A thirst
Never satisfied
Monster please take a rest
I’m tired of trying
To do my best
I’m flushed
Enough I've gushed.
Enough I've erased.
I tend to forget
These feelings swarm my soul
So I never remember
Once I was beautiful
I’m now a wreck
Stoned and high wreck
Pressure is too much and I can't help it
So please help me
I’m not who I’m supposed to be
When the Monster wants
I do what he pleas
Every memory aches
Awakes
I’m so baked
Erase
My coke cakes
Awaits for my arrival
He senses my needs
But I’m only a tease
I try
Re-apply
My mind
Caressed and covered
Beat to a pulp
I’m...High
Strung out
On a thread
Hung to dry
Heat seeps into my skin
I need to please him
On the rim
My light...
So dim...
I lost my control
He rapes my soul
And a burden takes its toll
"Mommy please help me
I can’t find your soil"
My body can’t plant the seed
My soil provides no feed
So I read
And realize I can’t bear
My flower can’t grow
Because you reap what you sow
And this is my punishment
You can’t make a fire
Without a flint
I’m bent
This way and that
That's why I spat
Monster I’m fat
On cash so I choke
Here I am...
Empty pockets filled with coke
I revoke
Relapse
Back to who I am
I’m surrounded
I’m canned
I throw myself under the bus
Just because
No one else can
There so afraid
I take the blame
The Monsters game
Turns my lame into fame
I reconcile
With no one
Monster I’m done
You can’t trick me
I’m not your rubbish
Don't punish
What you create
Hate
Me for who I am
Heroine needles in my hand
On the bed where I land
Covered in bands
Stripped
Of dignity
To bold to face
My reality I can’t taste
You put me in a new place
Erase
My memory from who I used to be
I’m still not me
No one offers help
I yelp
I’m not heard
Miles where you lured
Me into your trap
Your crap
I can’t ever get away
Your predator I’m prey
Cat and mouse game you have me play
That I despise
But love
Every
Little
Lie
Your right
Maybe I should
Drop under ground
Buried six feet down
I frown
Look upon me
I’m a follower
I try
To keep on the track
But always find I’m going back
I retract
Like a severed artery
I bleed out
Become a victim
of another crime
Another hollow skull
That takes role
But you always come first
A thirst
Never satisfied
Monster please take a rest
I’m tired of trying
To do my best
I’m flushed
Enough I've gushed.
Enough I've erased.
Written by Bethy
(Bbbethy)
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river flows in me
my prose,
of fiction and nonfiction;
your poetry,
of friction and nonfriction:
verbal and nonverbal
conversations,
proverbially splattering on the rocks,
whose diction and contradictions
foam at the mouth
of the selfsame sea.
my tragedy revealed,
so flagrant;
your comedy concealed,
so fragrant!
passionate and compassionate
confrontations,
profound and then confounding,
dispassionately logged
in the epilogue
of the selfsame catalogue.
your pertinence,
so constructive;
my impertinence,
so constrictive!
urgent and emergent
convocations
that bleed cascading images,
whose guises and disguises
enthuse perceptive minds
with the selfsame prosody.
for river flows in me,
lately and latently,
and my voice flows earthy
from the river’s head;
and river drowns in me
to live vicariously,
as our rhymes flow
from the selfsame riverbed.
© Copyright 2019 May 01
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
of fiction and nonfiction;
your poetry,
of friction and nonfriction:
verbal and nonverbal
conversations,
proverbially splattering on the rocks,
whose diction and contradictions
foam at the mouth
of the selfsame sea.
my tragedy revealed,
so flagrant;
your comedy concealed,
so fragrant!
passionate and compassionate
confrontations,
profound and then confounding,
dispassionately logged
in the epilogue
of the selfsame catalogue.
your pertinence,
so constructive;
my impertinence,
so constrictive!
urgent and emergent
convocations
that bleed cascading images,
whose guises and disguises
enthuse perceptive minds
with the selfsame prosody.
for river flows in me,
lately and latently,
and my voice flows earthy
from the river’s head;
and river drowns in me
to live vicariously,
as our rhymes flow
from the selfsame riverbed.
© Copyright 2019 May 01
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Written by cabcool
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Secure
Golden Sol has hidden
From an angry purple-orange morn
Revealing feelings now unbidden
A love has died, but who will mourn?
He has not called
She has not spoken
Where they were, once, both enthralled
Now both of them heartbroken
Over oaths they have dissolved
Anger, like a moss, grows thick
in the damp and shade
A hearty cure for those lovesick
At least, that’s what’s displayed
They keep their wounds out of the light
Sunlight will not cure
A better treatment, dry and dark
Cold, but quite secure
Written by ReggiePoet
(Reggie)
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Crazy Night
I had a nightmare last night.
I got into a fight over a bet and...
I stabbed my best friend Ben.
I quickly ran into my car and drove off.
I was driving so fast out of fear,
I hit a pregnant woman crossing the road.
I heard her loud screams but...
I didn't wait.
I only drove faster.
I eventually stopped to catch my breath.
I then picked up a random girl on the road.
I ended up in her place and we made love.
"Ouch" My head hurts so bad,
What a messed up dream.
Thank God am awake.
Wait?!... where is this place?...
Why is there blood on my shirt?!...
Shit! The random girl from my dream just walked in.
Was my nightmare....
Real?
Did I have too many bottles last night?
Or am I still dreaming?...
Oh God,
Someone, anyone...
Please wake me up.
I got into a fight over a bet and...
I stabbed my best friend Ben.
I quickly ran into my car and drove off.
I was driving so fast out of fear,
I hit a pregnant woman crossing the road.
I heard her loud screams but...
I didn't wait.
I only drove faster.
I eventually stopped to catch my breath.
I then picked up a random girl on the road.
I ended up in her place and we made love.
"Ouch" My head hurts so bad,
What a messed up dream.
Thank God am awake.
Wait?!... where is this place?...
Why is there blood on my shirt?!...
Shit! The random girl from my dream just walked in.
Was my nightmare....
Real?
Did I have too many bottles last night?
Or am I still dreaming?...
Oh God,
Someone, anyone...
Please wake me up.
Written by Kingvirky
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Anonymous
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Death
So very far but all around
Dark and gloomy
So many fear it
But I fear not
I find it fascinating
Many don’t want to face it
Nor do I
But it’s unknown
That’s why it’s fascinating
But yet feared
I wish to know more about it
But who knows what’s on the other side
I want to explore it
But a way to return has not been found
But I will see my own one day
Hopefully not soon
It’s heartbreaking for those whose loved ones have seen it
Millions and millions have seen it
Yet it’s as dark as night
And quiet like a mime
Until it strikes like lightning
Then takes your hand and leads you down a never ending path
Dark and gloomy
So many fear it
But I fear not
I find it fascinating
Many don’t want to face it
Nor do I
But it’s unknown
That’s why it’s fascinating
But yet feared
I wish to know more about it
But who knows what’s on the other side
I want to explore it
But a way to return has not been found
But I will see my own one day
Hopefully not soon
It’s heartbreaking for those whose loved ones have seen it
Millions and millions have seen it
Yet it’s as dark as night
And quiet like a mime
Until it strikes like lightning
Then takes your hand and leads you down a never ending path
Written by GothicDeadRose
(Meghan Lawrence)
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Anonymous
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A Biker
You shifted in your seat;
the smell of leather and beer
as you turn to look at me
I stand above you on a platform
looking down; I remember you...
We were here before and that lives on somehow,
we are all still here; all the dark and lonely souls...
I see the remembrance in your eyes in your upward gaze...
Your smile seems knowing as I turn in slow motion;
do you already know me?
I feel you scan me;
I'm all the love you never had...
Bikers have the best heart,
even the aspiring ones...
We are all aspiring and I am seemingly there
in the ecstatic place with you
where the seams of truth dissolve...
We are allowed to be here by the
brotherhood to seek our desires;
is it God? The still air holds them nicely
as the enticing musk of our trying;
it echoes like wind in your ears...
Black hair to match your clothes and
earnest eyes that shine like glass...
I know you already, your dreams called to me
your fantasies beckoned; I rose up to catch them
floating like dust in a neon glow...
I can merge with you in this moment, your fantasy is mine;
I can meet you there in the corners of your mind,
and in a dark corner of this place where dusty
dreams have settled and a cold draft wraps the
wall I can touch your rugged hide and your body
underneath; you can lead me down to your place
where the damned ones go...
I can release you there; I can soften the scars,
yet not replace teeth...
But like me, imagine them there; that my world is yours,
that I feel your injustice and live inside it with you...
Take me on your ride into the night;
leave with me wrapped around you, but return...
For I am always to remain here in this fray glowing
angelic and I reside here whenever you need me;
I believe in you; and support your struggles
and your ongoing efforts to discern
dark from light...
the smell of leather and beer
as you turn to look at me
I stand above you on a platform
looking down; I remember you...
We were here before and that lives on somehow,
we are all still here; all the dark and lonely souls...
I see the remembrance in your eyes in your upward gaze...
Your smile seems knowing as I turn in slow motion;
do you already know me?
I feel you scan me;
I'm all the love you never had...
Bikers have the best heart,
even the aspiring ones...
We are all aspiring and I am seemingly there
in the ecstatic place with you
where the seams of truth dissolve...
We are allowed to be here by the
brotherhood to seek our desires;
is it God? The still air holds them nicely
as the enticing musk of our trying;
it echoes like wind in your ears...
Black hair to match your clothes and
earnest eyes that shine like glass...
I know you already, your dreams called to me
your fantasies beckoned; I rose up to catch them
floating like dust in a neon glow...
I can merge with you in this moment, your fantasy is mine;
I can meet you there in the corners of your mind,
and in a dark corner of this place where dusty
dreams have settled and a cold draft wraps the
wall I can touch your rugged hide and your body
underneath; you can lead me down to your place
where the damned ones go...
I can release you there; I can soften the scars,
yet not replace teeth...
But like me, imagine them there; that my world is yours,
that I feel your injustice and live inside it with you...
Take me on your ride into the night;
leave with me wrapped around you, but return...
For I am always to remain here in this fray glowing
angelic and I reside here whenever you need me;
I believe in you; and support your struggles
and your ongoing efforts to discern
dark from light...
Written by PoetsRevenge
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Oscuridad Mas Alla - The Elephant In The Living Room
(Darkness Beyond)
The fear of the unknown
Drives one to adoration
Since time immemorial,
We idolized not because of love
But because we were afraid
Of bad luck, of wrath
Of famine, of flood
Of disaster, of death
Of loosing what little we own
And so we pray and beg for salvation
To the stones, animals, plants
Elements, deities, monarchs
To Allah, Buddah, Mary and Christ
Uncovering the mystery
Pays a price that was too high
Untill one is defeated
War was fought until one has died
The cost of ones belief
Is always paid with bloodbath
First with those of chickens
Then those of ones own child
At its wake, the wailing and echoes
Of grief and hate suffocates the mind
Until nothingness is claimed by its new God
The former Higher Beings now labeled
As legends and myths of the past
And then men learned philosophy
And harness the skills of litany
For fear alone can not sustain
The oppressed and terrorized masses
As men's Heart and Mind fornicated
And gave birth to Wisdom, Courage and Freewill
The kitchen was reconstructed
Separated the Church and State
They hired a new Chef as well as Chief
Gold flows freely from hands to hands... to hand
Blind faithfulness now has a dictionary
Invented Hope for the desperates and needy
And Love became their shield against all the unholy
There is no such thing as Good Religion
Only good people and good intentions
There is no such thing as Bad Religion
Only vulnerable and weak constitution
The table is full of both attractive and plain meals
And we all gets to be hungry sometime
Whatever we had decided to take in and consume
Relieved us, filled our cravings and sated us
At the time it happened, at the moment it did
For today, afterthoughts are tomorrow's bane
No mater how and who we choose to follow
And the whys and hows of it all
It make sense to the one who understood
The elephant stood as tall and mighty
For centuries, we kept it alive, thriving while thieving
Inside our very own living room, and we named it...
RELIGION
Against all reasons, we stood behind it, together yet...
DIVIDED
We find security as we suffer unknowingly, inside...
FAITHFULLY
We kill, we sacrifice, we order charity, demand alimony...
BELIEVING
Under the spell of mass delusion a God was born, twins with...
EVIL
And if evil has a name? Who would it be? Must be that...
ELEPHANT
Written by OxyMoronicMe
(G.L.)
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Anonymous
Oh, my Goodness!
THANK YOU to All Who Voted For My Poem ... It was a tough competition because I had read all the other entries and the only thing that did go through my mind was that there was no way mine could even begin to compete ... Again, Thank You ... sorry, I`ve gone speechless now ...
