Poetry competition CLOSED 8th May 2019 10:15pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
Jade-Pandora
Poem of the Month - May 2019
Little Red Riding Whore
Little Red Riding Whore
Found her walking in the woods alone with a basket of toys
Her tiny little red dress barely covering her breast and ass
The black little fish nets make the fur on the back of my neck stand up
So I grabbed her and brought her to my cave chained to table
"Please no mr.wolf." She whined like a little girl
I take a wooden paddle in my paw and rub her ass cheek
"Crack! Slap! Crack!"
I hit her hard with a smile on my face and a pride in my eye
Another couple more cracks of my paddle and I'm ready
Little Red Riding Whore doesn't know what's coming
They don't call me the Big Bad Wolf for nothing
I rip her stocking and spread her ass cheeks with a snarl
I shove anal beads in deep and whimper with laughter
"Owwie Mr. Wolf your hurting me!" She screeches
I take my furry cock and shove it in her pussy deep
I press as hard as I can on the beads and listen to her squeal
Wonder what Granny would think of her Little Red Riding Whore
I pound deeper and harder until she is begging me to stop
"Stop Mr. Wolf. Your too big, too bad, and it hurts to much!"
"That why they call me The Big Bad Wolf." I bark.
I lick her back and force the beads back and forth again.
She blabbers like a baby and try to push forward
Though her restraints keep her right where I need her
I bite her neck and draw a little blood to leave my mark
She screams for hell but no one is around to her her wails
With one more huge slam I release my load in so deep
I keep going waiting for her release grab a vibrator and play with her clit
While I pound..Pound...POUND!
That's when she jolts forward and tries to kick away
" I'm Cummin I'm Cummin." She squeals
I chuckle and think that's right my little Red Riding Whore.
Found her walking in the woods alone with a basket of toys
Her tiny little red dress barely covering her breast and ass
The black little fish nets make the fur on the back of my neck stand up
So I grabbed her and brought her to my cave chained to table
"Please no mr.wolf." She whined like a little girl
I take a wooden paddle in my paw and rub her ass cheek
"Crack! Slap! Crack!"
I hit her hard with a smile on my face and a pride in my eye
Another couple more cracks of my paddle and I'm ready
Little Red Riding Whore doesn't know what's coming
They don't call me the Big Bad Wolf for nothing
I rip her stocking and spread her ass cheeks with a snarl
I shove anal beads in deep and whimper with laughter
"Owwie Mr. Wolf your hurting me!" She screeches
I take my furry cock and shove it in her pussy deep
I press as hard as I can on the beads and listen to her squeal
Wonder what Granny would think of her Little Red Riding Whore
I pound deeper and harder until she is begging me to stop
"Stop Mr. Wolf. Your too big, too bad, and it hurts to much!"
"That why they call me The Big Bad Wolf." I bark.
I lick her back and force the beads back and forth again.
She blabbers like a baby and try to push forward
Though her restraints keep her right where I need her
I bite her neck and draw a little blood to leave my mark
She screams for hell but no one is around to her her wails
With one more huge slam I release my load in so deep
I keep going waiting for her release grab a vibrator and play with her clit
While I pound..Pound...POUND!
That's when she jolts forward and tries to kick away
" I'm Cummin I'm Cummin." She squeals
I chuckle and think that's right my little Red Riding Whore.
Written by Countrygirl96
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Anonymous
pattycake
my inner waters undulate with regrets
my innocence was misplaced while in too big of a hurry
I left it behind like mittens at the playground
somewhere between the monkey bars and the slide
my girlhood slipped away in a moment
it happened while I tried on mamma's shoes
wanting so bad to be a grown lady
it happened sneaking kisses at the roller rink with Johnny
finally, it happened while we fumbled
for control over hormone raging bodies
responsibility took the place of ponytails and crushes
little girl smiles were now cocktails with the Jones and risky flirtations
it all happens when you're not looking
time slips by without barely a glimpse in the rearview mirror
the winter's chill of a cold bedroom
takes the place of endless summers
where you climbed trees playing Jane of the jungle
limitless possibilities turn into just one last shot at happiness
and all the years you spent learning to socialize
finds you bitterly lonely
so like a grownup you knock back another drink
and pretend you wouldn't do it any different
because after all you learned something didn't you?
Written by crimsin
(Unveiling)
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Related submission no longer exists.
sanctuary of shadows
she’s beautiful. but her eyes don’t convey that to her mind
when she gazes in abhorrence at her reflection. those
deceiving eyes insist that her face is scarred, when in fact
her skin is smooth as an unblemished pearl.
she once journeyed, joyful as an angel, thru the pages of the
Holy Bible. but fate scorned her innocence, & invited her, with
candy whispers, to stray. besieged & beguiled, her faith is in her
chains, as she believes that freedom is a hollow thing, vaporous
as the wind, void manifestation of reckless dreamers.
if I could, I would invade her dismal hideaway. I would crush those
walls with my fists, & take her by force from her heart’s prison,
into heaven’s light. and if this world judges her, & proclaims that
she is not beautiful, then there is no beauty on this planet, nor in
this universe.
but who am I to don the banner of false hero? I have walked hard
miles, thru days of war, & years of failure. I’ve eaten scraps from
bins that the rats overlooked. I’ve slept where I fell. I’m beaten &
I’m bruised. and I’m ugly,
but then, you like ugly men;
and even if you don’t…
…you like me.
perhaps the shadows are the only viable sanctuary for tramps like
us. we who are too hideous to recognize our own beauty…
Written by JohnFeddeler
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Slumped
Sitting slumped on the sidewalk
Sideswiped by a brisk breeze
Sidelined by busy passing strangers
Sitting crossed legged and still
Almost in the lotus position
Like a man seeking inspiration
Like a monk seeking solace
His left hand rigid, outstretched
Begging, hoping for charity
Faith in humanity long gone
Dirty and damaged plastic cup
From an unaffordable coffee shop
Contains a few spare copper coins
Gained from an any spare change plea
Not enough there to buy a Latte
Or their latest discounted meal deal
He is a man in his early twenties
But looks like he’s in his late forties
The ageing process has not been kind
Holed and flappy, black sneakers
Holed and dirty, baggy cargo pants
Holed combat jacket, camouflaged
Holed stained and damp, woolly hat
Everything matches, everything holed
He has been there now three days
Three days running, sitting still
Passers-by avoid eye contact
Passers-by pay him no heed
Passers-by quickly pass by
No good Samaritans yet
He continues to wait sitting still
Another day passes into night
This, in turn, passes into another day
He reflects and shines, sparkling
In the winter, crisp morning sun
Nothing has changed for him
Everything the same, sitting still
It’s rush hour, but not for him
They pass by in greater numbers
A fashionable army off to war
Avoid looking at an obvious casualty
One man and his dog stop and look
The man wears a dog collar and a cross
The dog lifts its leg as dogs do
Pissing all over the man who waits
No reaction, he remains sitting still
The dog’s man apologises
He puts some silver in the coffee cup
There’s now enough for that Latte
“Are you alright there?”
There is no response, sitting still
“Do you need a doctor or something?”
Again there is no response still sitting
Man and his loyal best friend
Continue their daily walk unaffected
An on-looker was actually looking
She furtively crosses the street
She picks up his coffee cup looking
She looks all around her carefully
She carefully empties the coins
Into her hand and then her pocket
She strides away purposefully
Maybe to get that steaming Latte
Time slowly passes, still sitting
A nurse in uniform stops by
She kneels, taking a close look
She dutifully checks for a pulse
There is no pulse, no life remains
She mobile phones for an ambulance
Her conversation is overheard
It travels like Chinese whispers
The bystanders, on-lookers
The passers-by form a crowd
Strangely, they all seem to be interested
Strangely, they appear to be concerned
Like a witches coven or ghouls gathering
They form an ugly, mumbling gang
The man is, no longer, sitting still
Paramedics straighten him out
The crowd gasp as legs are straightened
Arms crack and pop as he is laid out
To the delight and revulsion of the assembled
Pointlessly he is placed in the ambulance
Pointlessly they flash their lights and siren
As they speed off to the hospital
The mumbling crowd dissipates slowly
Into the evening mist disappearing
The street returns to its’ normality
The clock sounds a noisy midnight
A young and dishevelled man sits
Sitting crossed legged almost lotus
Sitting on a holed sleeping bag
He places a coffee shop cup in front
He is a man in his early twenties
But looks like he’s in his late forties
He outstretches his hand cupping it
“Any spare change?” he begs
Nevertheless, nothing at all has changed
He waits, hoping with little faith
Now sitting still
Waiting to die.
Written by David_Macleod. (Can’t link because of video)
Sitting slumped on the sidewalk
Sideswiped by a brisk breeze
Sidelined by busy passing strangers
Sitting crossed legged and still
Almost in the lotus position
Like a man seeking inspiration
Like a monk seeking solace
His left hand rigid, outstretched
Begging, hoping for charity
Faith in humanity long gone
Dirty and damaged plastic cup
From an unaffordable coffee shop
Contains a few spare copper coins
Gained from an any spare change plea
Not enough there to buy a Latte
Or their latest discounted meal deal
He is a man in his early twenties
But looks like he’s in his late forties
The ageing process has not been kind
Holed and flappy, black sneakers
Holed and dirty, baggy cargo pants
Holed combat jacket, camouflaged
Holed stained and damp, woolly hat
Everything matches, everything holed
He has been there now three days
Three days running, sitting still
Passers-by avoid eye contact
Passers-by pay him no heed
Passers-by quickly pass by
No good Samaritans yet
He continues to wait sitting still
Another day passes into night
This, in turn, passes into another day
He reflects and shines, sparkling
In the winter, crisp morning sun
Nothing has changed for him
Everything the same, sitting still
It’s rush hour, but not for him
They pass by in greater numbers
A fashionable army off to war
Avoid looking at an obvious casualty
One man and his dog stop and look
The man wears a dog collar and a cross
The dog lifts its leg as dogs do
Pissing all over the man who waits
No reaction, he remains sitting still
The dog’s man apologises
He puts some silver in the coffee cup
There’s now enough for that Latte
“Are you alright there?”
There is no response, sitting still
“Do you need a doctor or something?”
Again there is no response still sitting
Man and his loyal best friend
Continue their daily walk unaffected
An on-looker was actually looking
She furtively crosses the street
She picks up his coffee cup looking
She looks all around her carefully
She carefully empties the coins
Into her hand and then her pocket
She strides away purposefully
Maybe to get that steaming Latte
Time slowly passes, still sitting
A nurse in uniform stops by
She kneels, taking a close look
She dutifully checks for a pulse
There is no pulse, no life remains
She mobile phones for an ambulance
Her conversation is overheard
It travels like Chinese whispers
The bystanders, on-lookers
The passers-by form a crowd
Strangely, they all seem to be interested
Strangely, they appear to be concerned
Like a witches coven or ghouls gathering
They form an ugly, mumbling gang
The man is, no longer, sitting still
Paramedics straighten him out
The crowd gasp as legs are straightened
Arms crack and pop as he is laid out
To the delight and revulsion of the assembled
Pointlessly he is placed in the ambulance
Pointlessly they flash their lights and siren
As they speed off to the hospital
The mumbling crowd dissipates slowly
Into the evening mist disappearing
The street returns to its’ normality
The clock sounds a noisy midnight
A young and dishevelled man sits
Sitting crossed legged almost lotus
Sitting on a holed sleeping bag
He places a coffee shop cup in front
He is a man in his early twenties
But looks like he’s in his late forties
He outstretches his hand cupping it
“Any spare change?” he begs
Nevertheless, nothing at all has changed
He waits, hoping with little faith
Now sitting still
Waiting to die.
Written by David_Macleod. (Can’t link because of video)
...of comets and stars
they come
illuminate the dewy sky
shine through the haze, the smog
their coma sets them apart from the space dust
and their tails
of tales and travails of their journeys
leave the dwellers and the fellow travellers mesmerised
who themselves are at but a pause
bright, shedding light
this is the story of a place
where the lucky few
amongst the billions that inhabit this rock
have been able to visit, stay and glow at
this is life
and time is the conveyor belt sans emotions
yet the comets will keep visiting again
and again
and so will be the new ones knocked out from their habitats
to this plane
that is DU
i see many a stars
and many comets here
each night
do you
at DU?
Written by cold_fusion
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The winning poem is Afflicted by Miss_Sub nominated by Amorous_tryst.
Congratulations to our poem of the month winner!
Runners up were He Shook Her World by Jade-Pandora nominated by ImperfectedStone and Unravel Me nominated by LunasChild8 (submission now removed by author).
Congratulations to our poem of the month winner!
Runners up were He Shook Her World by Jade-Pandora nominated by ImperfectedStone and Unravel Me nominated by LunasChild8 (submission now removed by author).
Congratulations Missy !
Anonymous
I thought, yes! Fresh winner to interview for the Tea With A Winner feature on The Poetcast Project!
It’s me. I fkn won. I’ll have to interview myself. 🤣
Thanks!
It’s me. I fkn won. I’ll have to interview myself. 🤣
Thanks!
ice cold
ones!
Anonymous
A moment of silence in honour of her Royal Majesty if you will as I collect my trophy.
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