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Poetry competition CLOSED 10th May 2019 6:05am
WINNER
Orc_Pirate_68 (Sabrina Kirk-Caldwell)
Orc_Pirate_68 (Sabrina Kirk-Caldwell)
RUNNERS-UP:
I_IS_ME
and Tallen
Dark Creatures
Hidden
From the castle, gargoyles, sit and loom,
Over the dark cemetery's gloom,
Illuminated only by a full moon,
Where is buried, that loon,
That tramp, that tart, my man she thought she could swoon.
Gatekeepers and guardians of her tomb,
Buried within the earth's womb,
Yet, no comfort shall she receive,
When all she will perceive,
Is Hell all around her,
While I dance above her.
Monsters, phantoms, gouls, Imps, demons,
Yet, no one sees them or their actions,
Hide in the shadows,
And in the light of the medows.
Monsters of the deep,
Monsters of the shadow, make not a peep,
I've stayed quiet all these years,
I have nothing to worry, no fears,
She is now gone, he is all mine,
All because she crossed the line.
I came to her in the night,
Like a phantom, but subdued her before loud fright,
Brought her to an undisclosed location,
Where on this occasion,
I had such a fun time,
I spoke to her in rhyme.
I riddled her,
And when she new not the answer,
I burned the answer into her,
Letter by letter,
With an A-Z branding set,
Prolonging, stalling, until she was dead.
Chained to the wall,
Naked and all,
I made her watch me burn her expensive clothing,
Then with fluids overflowing,
Blood, and others, as I hurt her inside,
Fate has turned her tide.
The grim reaper came by,
And looked through the window, with hopes held high,
I let him in,
And as he closed in,
Her light was fading,
As he was waiting,
For the taste of soul,
And full control,
Forever, of her body,
And her psyche.
She, inside was ruined,
Then with over one hundred stab wounds,
I was able to watch the life leave her eyes,
As they glassed over, her eyes,
And rolled back inside her head,
Then I cut off her head.
I left her in a fetal position,
In a grotesque fashion,
Inside a chest,
A treasure trove of flesh from that pest.
They found her the next day,
Holding her head in her hands, away,
From her neck,
That pitiful wreck,
A woman improper,
Now a beautiful sculpture, a cadaver.
And they placed her in that grave,
I stayed behind a few minutes to spit on her grave,
And planted the seeds of hemlock, poison ivy, and brambles,
To stop the arrivals,
Of people at her grave.
And when he came back to the grave,
To say it was time to go,
He found me "praying", and with my love, I did follow.
Now, the years have gone by,
And the gargoyals are the only things to remember it by,
That happy fun time, hurting her,
That blissful moment, ending her.
Under our noses, monsters hide,
And walk with us, side-by-side.
They keep up an innocent facade,
And above their heads, a silence accolade.
One cannot see the shadow under their nose,
It hides under it's sweet scent of a rose.
Which one is the monster?
The life wrecker?
Or the martyr?
That is for you to say...
Over the dark cemetery's gloom,
Illuminated only by a full moon,
Where is buried, that loon,
That tramp, that tart, my man she thought she could swoon.
Gatekeepers and guardians of her tomb,
Buried within the earth's womb,
Yet, no comfort shall she receive,
When all she will perceive,
Is Hell all around her,
While I dance above her.
Monsters, phantoms, gouls, Imps, demons,
Yet, no one sees them or their actions,
Hide in the shadows,
And in the light of the medows.
Monsters of the deep,
Monsters of the shadow, make not a peep,
I've stayed quiet all these years,
I have nothing to worry, no fears,
She is now gone, he is all mine,
All because she crossed the line.
I came to her in the night,
Like a phantom, but subdued her before loud fright,
Brought her to an undisclosed location,
Where on this occasion,
I had such a fun time,
I spoke to her in rhyme.
I riddled her,
And when she new not the answer,
I burned the answer into her,
Letter by letter,
With an A-Z branding set,
Prolonging, stalling, until she was dead.
Chained to the wall,
Naked and all,
I made her watch me burn her expensive clothing,
Then with fluids overflowing,
Blood, and others, as I hurt her inside,
Fate has turned her tide.
The grim reaper came by,
And looked through the window, with hopes held high,
I let him in,
And as he closed in,
Her light was fading,
As he was waiting,
For the taste of soul,
And full control,
Forever, of her body,
And her psyche.
She, inside was ruined,
Then with over one hundred stab wounds,
I was able to watch the life leave her eyes,
As they glassed over, her eyes,
And rolled back inside her head,
Then I cut off her head.
I left her in a fetal position,
In a grotesque fashion,
Inside a chest,
A treasure trove of flesh from that pest.
They found her the next day,
Holding her head in her hands, away,
From her neck,
That pitiful wreck,
A woman improper,
Now a beautiful sculpture, a cadaver.
And they placed her in that grave,
I stayed behind a few minutes to spit on her grave,
And planted the seeds of hemlock, poison ivy, and brambles,
To stop the arrivals,
Of people at her grave.
And when he came back to the grave,
To say it was time to go,
He found me "praying", and with my love, I did follow.
Now, the years have gone by,
And the gargoyals are the only things to remember it by,
That happy fun time, hurting her,
That blissful moment, ending her.
Under our noses, monsters hide,
And walk with us, side-by-side.
They keep up an innocent facade,
And above their heads, a silence accolade.
One cannot see the shadow under their nose,
It hides under it's sweet scent of a rose.
Which one is the monster?
The life wrecker?
Or the martyr?
That is for you to say...
Written by Orc_Pirate_68
(Sabrina Kirk-Caldwell)
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Dancing With Death 2
Oh, My Darkened One,
How I see you so clearly now,
Was it the years passing,
Or a longing that bore you here?
The birth pangs deepen
As you emerge in a
Grey ethereal mist.
I am blacked out by the smoke ---
What surrender.
This existence fades like
It never was,
Oh, home-in-your-arms
To which I fall
Exuberantly ---
Oh, ecstatic
Place of reprieve.
Into you I retreat
In you I sleep
Let me not wake
Let me not see
Anything but you,
My withered one
And catch me when I fall,
Recieve me when I am spent.
Days apart, oh toilsome grind
Of mill-stones crushing
Reasons to live
I surrender to you
In you I am exalted,
In you alone I live.
......
Oh, my darkened one,
Where have you been,
Where were you all this time?
Did you drag your heels at my
Every achievement smiling contentedly
As I bore closer to you?
How I feel you were there at every
Milestone in silent penetration
Touching off such ecstasy ---
Such resonant glory.
And in the blankness,
Somewhere there was you,
Faceless, nameless,
Wrapped in diaphanous mists
Swinging from stars
Accompanying my
Abandoned remains ---
A chamber of echoes
Songs of forgetting
Become moist, damp and risen
To fill your cave once
Our fate is sealed,
My Winged One.
.....
Your wings dance and I,
Aflutter, my breath escapes me
To never be seen again.
How I don’t want to wake from
The dream.
The words came like tears
When you enveloped me
Your folds like crevaces
In your moth-crepe arms.
How silently they flutter ---
My heart skips a beat.
What enshrouding of my
Once raw heart, now stilled
In a nuclear winters freeze
Your smothering surrounds me
To suffocate my longings at last.
The endless cycles of my hanging
On have ended; what reprieve.
.....
The rainbow of life ends in you.
It dies there and is at last befallen.
The tin white powder of its relinquishment
Settles upon its remains like
Mythical fairy dust.
But you are not a myth, no
You are too real for me
To not believe.
As I no longer pulse with
The ink that flows from
My heart in an onyx river to
A tar-black sea.
Winged moth of darkness,
Your stifling cave beckons
How I wish to go.
Lead me into the dance
Of deaths swaying, sauntering dream.
How I see you so clearly now,
Was it the years passing,
Or a longing that bore you here?
The birth pangs deepen
As you emerge in a
Grey ethereal mist.
I am blacked out by the smoke ---
What surrender.
This existence fades like
It never was,
Oh, home-in-your-arms
To which I fall
Exuberantly ---
Oh, ecstatic
Place of reprieve.
Into you I retreat
In you I sleep
Let me not wake
Let me not see
Anything but you,
My withered one
And catch me when I fall,
Recieve me when I am spent.
Days apart, oh toilsome grind
Of mill-stones crushing
Reasons to live
I surrender to you
In you I am exalted,
In you alone I live.
......
Oh, my darkened one,
Where have you been,
Where were you all this time?
Did you drag your heels at my
Every achievement smiling contentedly
As I bore closer to you?
How I feel you were there at every
Milestone in silent penetration
Touching off such ecstasy ---
Such resonant glory.
And in the blankness,
Somewhere there was you,
Faceless, nameless,
Wrapped in diaphanous mists
Swinging from stars
Accompanying my
Abandoned remains ---
A chamber of echoes
Songs of forgetting
Become moist, damp and risen
To fill your cave once
Our fate is sealed,
My Winged One.
.....
Your wings dance and I,
Aflutter, my breath escapes me
To never be seen again.
How I don’t want to wake from
The dream.
The words came like tears
When you enveloped me
Your folds like crevaces
In your moth-crepe arms.
How silently they flutter ---
My heart skips a beat.
What enshrouding of my
Once raw heart, now stilled
In a nuclear winters freeze
Your smothering surrounds me
To suffocate my longings at last.
The endless cycles of my hanging
On have ended; what reprieve.
.....
The rainbow of life ends in you.
It dies there and is at last befallen.
The tin white powder of its relinquishment
Settles upon its remains like
Mythical fairy dust.
But you are not a myth, no
You are too real for me
To not believe.
As I no longer pulse with
The ink that flows from
My heart in an onyx river to
A tar-black sea.
Winged moth of darkness,
Your stifling cave beckons
How I wish to go.
Lead me into the dance
Of deaths swaying, sauntering dream.
Written by PoetsRevenge
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MAKE A MONSTER
I wish I could claim I was grown with intention
Inside a laboratory like a proper monster
But here I stand before your temple of contention
Hatred awakened after bodies cool and are conquered
Sign me up for my own damnation
Detailing the devil in cremation
I’ll be the first in line for punishment
And raise the bar from abasement
They push and shove beyond the point of no return
Until the darkness has nothing left to do but burn
Pull me down and drown me in the throes of slaughter
Because the time has finally come to make a monster
It’s time to make a monster
Cold to the touch with the word “Fuck” as my first breath
Growing in a petri dish just like a proper monster
Emerging with a crown, champion of the devil’s contest
I still remember perishing empty as an impostor
You won’t bury me in salvation
I will fight my way from your invasion
The larva writhe in the incisions
I become the god of perdition
They push and shove beyond the point of no return
Until the darkness has nothing left to do but burn
Pull me down and drown me in the throes of slaughter
Because the time has finally come to make a monster
It’s time to make a monster
The lightning strikes the steeple
Forging the way for a sequel
Return of the living damned
The monster brings the fall of man
TIME TO MAKE A MONSTER
YOU GOTTA BE THE MONSTER
They push and shove beyond the point of no return
Until the darkness has nothing left to do but burn
Pull me down and drown me in the throes of slaughter
Because the time has finally come to make a monster
It’s time to make a monster
Inside a laboratory like a proper monster
But here I stand before your temple of contention
Hatred awakened after bodies cool and are conquered
Sign me up for my own damnation
Detailing the devil in cremation
I’ll be the first in line for punishment
And raise the bar from abasement
They push and shove beyond the point of no return
Until the darkness has nothing left to do but burn
Pull me down and drown me in the throes of slaughter
Because the time has finally come to make a monster
It’s time to make a monster
Cold to the touch with the word “Fuck” as my first breath
Growing in a petri dish just like a proper monster
Emerging with a crown, champion of the devil’s contest
I still remember perishing empty as an impostor
You won’t bury me in salvation
I will fight my way from your invasion
The larva writhe in the incisions
I become the god of perdition
They push and shove beyond the point of no return
Until the darkness has nothing left to do but burn
Pull me down and drown me in the throes of slaughter
Because the time has finally come to make a monster
It’s time to make a monster
The lightning strikes the steeple
Forging the way for a sequel
Return of the living damned
The monster brings the fall of man
TIME TO MAKE A MONSTER
YOU GOTTA BE THE MONSTER
They push and shove beyond the point of no return
Until the darkness has nothing left to do but burn
Pull me down and drown me in the throes of slaughter
Because the time has finally come to make a monster
It’s time to make a monster
Written by HadesRising
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