Poetry competition CLOSED 7th July 2019 1:45pm
WINNER
Ahavati (Tams)
Ahavati (Tams)
RUNNER-UP:
David_Macleod
Doppelgänger: the DUP Oscars
Sun-shadowed
Silhouetted by light-traced form
around the window, behind the door-
she stands, her hand upon its knob
ready to turn, and yet she cannot.
It will not open, that solid trunk
safety net of former forest-
not by grasp nor pull, revealing
a living world beyond her being.
Anxiety, birthed from shade-
offers security of darkened wing.
Riddles life a haunting maze,
hand-feeds fear with doubt and lies.
Today, she will not face the truth-
in shadows safe and rumors loud.
Maybe tomorrow, or even next year-
or, maybe never, so it appears.
Yet, Love is faithful, standing strong
gently reminds, Take your time;
if we cannot overcome in Life
we most certainly will in Death.
Where shadows dare not exist
amid Source Energies of Truth.
~
Heaven_sent_Kathy
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Heaven_sent_Kathy/
Kathy is a very prolific writer who couples deep feeling with spirituality. Her writings reflect an astute observation of both a vulnerable self and family history. Her life line to the world is poetry, and her dedication to the craft is an inspiration to those who read her offerings of love and hope.
around the window, behind the door-
she stands, her hand upon its knob
ready to turn, and yet she cannot.
It will not open, that solid trunk
safety net of former forest-
not by grasp nor pull, revealing
a living world beyond her being.
Anxiety, birthed from shade-
offers security of darkened wing.
Riddles life a haunting maze,
hand-feeds fear with doubt and lies.
Today, she will not face the truth-
in shadows safe and rumors loud.
Maybe tomorrow, or even next year-
or, maybe never, so it appears.
Yet, Love is faithful, standing strong
gently reminds, Take your time;
if we cannot overcome in Life
we most certainly will in Death.
Where shadows dare not exist
amid Source Energies of Truth.
~
Heaven_sent_Kathy
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Heaven_sent_Kathy/
Kathy is a very prolific writer who couples deep feeling with spirituality. Her writings reflect an astute observation of both a vulnerable self and family history. Her life line to the world is poetry, and her dedication to the craft is an inspiration to those who read her offerings of love and hope.
Written by Ahavati
(Tams)
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cult groupie
cult groupie I hang on your jock
you're all woman...I know
but you got more balls then most men do
a flip of the hair says you don't give a shit
I'm on my knees trying to please you
feminist cuntress---
you protest male egos so I don't have to
you burned your bras
so you wouldn't have to carry no hanger-ons
I hear you say step off in my thoughts
lady I can't help but to be attracted to you
you got a steel vagina that talks for you whoa
I'm deeply impressed narcissism is your dummy
you made a punk out of him
it's all in a state of mind
you're in a state all your own
hallucinating truths to go to war with
my demons all hold protest signs
cos they have to pay taxes working for you
narcissistic yeah me too
I hang from a rope on a burned out light bulb
says this way out
back me up on this were cool right?
suicide was never an option
Written by smackdownraven
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for Anna_grin
Anonymous
Related submission no longer exists.
Devlin i'm calling you
masturbate filth
let it talk for you
the devil's in the house
and he's eyeing you
you've been away far too long
Devlin i'm talking to you
within perverse pleasures
i'm stroking you
a thousand cuts on a bitch
will sing for you
depravity is King
where you are concerned
don't leave me with blue balls
aching for a tongue slicing
only you can deliver
please I beg cut me in two
then decorate your body
with my entrails
and parade for me
I know you lady
I understand your needs
they've not been met
your pussy wet and creaming
for death's deadly attentions
you fuck and get no relief
cos men with limp dicks
intellectually speaking
do nothing for you
they need bring their wicked
their lethal
or don't bother stepping to you
cum demoness of the night
i'm calling you
Written by crimsin
(Unveiling)
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for my beautiful Queen Devlin who I was sorely missing then one day she popped in and my demons went crazy for her true story
I love you my Queen ❤
LADY OF WISDOM AND GRACE
Her name is poetry itself.
Like a breeze in a forest whispers.
Evoking images of beauty,
tender and comforting feelings
From a Swedish genesis.
Now makes more magnificent
the majestic highlands,
the rocky shores of Scotland.
Loving mother.
Model of compassion.
Salve for wounded souls.
Unconditional friend.
Unimpeachable confidant.
Equestrian goddess.
She on horse mounted,
move together with fluid elegance.
On the course,
jumping rail, fence, or oxer undaunted.
Or on a lonely beach gliding,
hair, mane tousled by mist laden sea breeze.
Her words, unpretentious,
forged in her heart,
onto the page flow.
Untainted by convention or circumstance.
arranged by innate artistry
Satisfying sapiosexual lust.
Like a breeze in a forest whispers.
Evoking images of beauty,
tender and comforting feelings
From a Swedish genesis.
Now makes more magnificent
the majestic highlands,
the rocky shores of Scotland.
Loving mother.
Model of compassion.
Salve for wounded souls.
Unconditional friend.
Unimpeachable confidant.
Equestrian goddess.
She on horse mounted,
move together with fluid elegance.
On the course,
jumping rail, fence, or oxer undaunted.
Or on a lonely beach gliding,
hair, mane tousled by mist laden sea breeze.
Her words, unpretentious,
forged in her heart,
onto the page flow.
Untainted by convention or circumstance.
arranged by innate artistry
Satisfying sapiosexual lust.
Written by Gahddess_Worship
(Osomajestuoso)
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Dedicated to Sophie Ericson who, I hope, is just on hiatus from DUP. Currently there is no active link for Sophie's work.
My reasons for choosing to spotlight Sophie are apparent in my piece.
I entered Shadoe twiceballerina
i
woven throughout your artistry are blood and tears
tears for the man who holds you--
until the rest of the world disappears
ii
he kisses all your scars--
all the little scars that make up a woman...stain you beautiful
you carry each one with grace the way only a woman can
iii
masochism an art form you ascribe to but it's never defined you
you're a woman born of pain
born into a world that crushes hopes and dreams
iv
ballerina pirouetting addiction
a thousand poppies will make you sleep to dream a new dream
imagine one into being and it will be so
v
in the field of illusion, you cast magic
cast it on the airs hoping it comes back to you
in my heart I know it will your magic is pure
vi
I weep reading your love letters to the Sadist
your soul is neatly tucked in its pages
I read between the lines to find your heart
corsetted and breathtaking as always I find it
vii
beautiful one I love you
Written by crimsin
(Unveiling)
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I love you beautiful Katja or better known as Shadoe❤
beautiful Sky 🌹
sigh to kiss the skies...vulnerable beauty
delicate to the touch
dances on clouds
swirls, dips, and twirls in the energy
just to reach you
beautiful Sky_Dancer
I want to hold you
will you let me touch your divinity?
with a tender lilt, I serenade you
gorgeous Seraphim
eternal Goddess over the heavens
sister of my breast
your heart skips a beat
and I feel your love in my chest
sweet fountain of melancholy
within a breath of wind
you come unto me
bringing with you loving thoughts
of your soul's longing
I see you on the horizon
tattooing your desires on his skin
he responds to your calling
kiss the skies tender beauty
he is deeply feeling you 🌹
Written by crimsin
(Unveiling)
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for the beautiful Sky_dancer
Anonymous
Related submission no longer exists.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/227351-valentine-hades/
…and to this very day, I still consider HadesRising the Stephen King of Horror Poetry.
…and to this very day, I still consider HadesRising the Stephen King of Horror Poetry.
Anonymous
Related submission no longer exists.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/315631-limerick-s-of-an-old-crow/
I consider Crowfly a versatile poet who can pen poetry in shades of gray and never be reprimanded for it simply because he knows what the fuck he`s doing!
I consider Crowfly a versatile poet who can pen poetry in shades of gray and never be reprimanded for it simply because he knows what the fuck he`s doing!
rensaku - moonlight tiger
1
silver jungle moon
soft pads caress the night earth
golden eyes seeing
swift the lightning yellow flash
swifter still the kanji’s stroke
2
yellow candles burn
the sensei’s shodo in black lines
tiger’s smiling mask
a simple breath taken in
release universe expels
3
jade pandora’s box
brushes ink a table set
words form from fire smoke
at every turn careful steps
at every step careful words
4
silver jungle moon
soft thoughts caress darkened air
tiger eyes burning
her simple lines bring world’s birth
how rare night and moon would bow
How rare a gift indeed is Jade Pandora. I believe this is not only my first rensaku, but my first tanka, as well, which I never would have accomplished had it not been for Jade.
When I came to DUP I only knew sonnets. The mathematics of form was all that made sense to me. But Jade showed me through her work and our collaborations the beauty, grace, and structure of free form and the Japanese short forms.
With ultimate love and reverence- I bow to my sensei...
Jade Pandora
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Jade-Pandora/
silver jungle moon
soft pads caress the night earth
golden eyes seeing
swift the lightning yellow flash
swifter still the kanji’s stroke
2
yellow candles burn
the sensei’s shodo in black lines
tiger’s smiling mask
a simple breath taken in
release universe expels
3
jade pandora’s box
brushes ink a table set
words form from fire smoke
at every turn careful steps
at every step careful words
4
silver jungle moon
soft thoughts caress darkened air
tiger eyes burning
her simple lines bring world’s birth
how rare night and moon would bow
How rare a gift indeed is Jade Pandora. I believe this is not only my first rensaku, but my first tanka, as well, which I never would have accomplished had it not been for Jade.
When I came to DUP I only knew sonnets. The mathematics of form was all that made sense to me. But Jade showed me through her work and our collaborations the beauty, grace, and structure of free form and the Japanese short forms.
With ultimate love and reverence- I bow to my sensei...
Jade Pandora
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Jade-Pandora/
Written by Hepcat61
(geoff cat)
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