Poetry competition CLOSED 26th June 2019 1:45pm
WINNER
Layla
Layla
Poem of the Month - July 2019
Poetry Contest Description
You know the drill by now ... What's fantastic?
Greetings, Fellow Poets! It's time for our "Poem of the Month" to be featured in the DUP 'Poem of the Month Hall of Fame' and on the official Facebook page for JULY 2019!.
You have three weeks to nominate no more than two of you favorite poems from another DUP poet!
Please note the following when making nominations:
1. Self nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme. This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.
2. Please limit your nominations to TWO poems. You can nominate a single poem for two different poets; but the nomination maximum remains at TWO (no matter how many pseudonyms they have). The majority of competitions on DUP cap nominations at one or two poems so there's no need to go beyond that.
No DUPLICATES. If someone nominates the same poem the entry will be deleted. If you like it that much wait and vote for it!
Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.
BIG CHANGE:
ALL POETS ARE ELGIBLE AT THIS TIME, INCLUDING PREVIOUS WINNERS FROM 2018!
Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to the win will be automatically disqualified.
Any nominated member who wishes to opt out of the competition may do so by messaging me. I will contact the person who nominated you and request an alternate nomination.
Nomination Duration is three weeks followed by a week of site voting!
Running list of winners:
January 2019 ... DANIELCHRISTENEN
February 2019 ... SOPHIE_ERICSON
March 2019 ... AUDIOHARLEEA
April 2019 ... FROM THE ASH
May 2019 ... MISS_SUB (MISSY)
June 2019 ... NAAJIR
July 2019 ...
November 2017 ... NAAJIR
December 2017 ... POETSPEAK
January 2018 ... LADY_OF_THE_QUILL
February 2018 ... LEPPEROCHAN Craic in a Box
March 2018 ... TINABUBUYA (Tee Mali)
April 2018 ... CROWFLY
May 2018 ... ATOMIKBOMB
June 2018 ... MISS_SUB (Missy)
July 2018 ... MEADOWSWEET
August 2018 ... LAYLA
September 2018 ... COLD FUSION
October 2018 ... TODSKI28
November 2018 ... TheMUSE22
December 2018 ... BENDER
... So, what have you read that's incredible!?
Real Love
I'm writing this love letter because you bring me divine pleasure making me richer than any treasure every moment with you just makes my life better, completely unfettered.
This connection, more than natural selection, causing my predelection for your unnatural perfection changing my direction, with a much needed course correction, looking into your eyes seeing both heaven and hells reflection, leaving me lost in introspection, fumbling for answers to unfamiliar questions about my willingness to offer my heart's dissection for but a moment of your affection.
I'm down on my knees ready to plead, please darling please, you're the only one that has what I need, I concede I have a hunger that only you can feed, with your touch nourish me and in return my heart forever yours will be, though I don't believe in destiny I still want you next to me, spending the rest of my life giving you the best of me, pouring out my soul for your eyes alone to see.
You alone I need, without your love I cannot bleed because my heart will not beat leaving me dead on my feet, afraid, but unable to retreat, my cleverness lost and unable to speak, feeling desperately weak, like the world finaly has me beat, all I can do is weep and hold on till next we meet, without you my world is unpleasantly bleak devoid of the color I seek, such that no price is too steep, for your presence so sweet, unique, a once in a lifetime treat so I'll continue to sow in hopes your love I'll reap, all it takes is our gaze to meet to cause my soul to heat and restart my heart beat.
You make my heart beat madly like a bass drum, my body numb and my mind dumb but still my wild imagination runs. You make me feel bad like Atilla the hun conquering kingdoms and then some, at least until my time comes, I'm looking for peace and you're the only one that can help me find some, your love has me drunk like some fine rum and I just want to drink from your cup until my times done.
My life without you I've hated, staying constantly sedated, I just never anticipated just how much I'd be jaded as my spirit slowly faded, but it has been worth all the time I've waited, because you make me dizzily intoxicated, feeling elated, because you emancipated my heart when others only descrated, but all the pain has abated because we're no longer seperated and from the moment I knew I haven't hesitated to pursue this new sense of purpose that this love created.
I just want to make you mine for there is no greater find, a partner in crime a worthwhile investment of my time, the insperation for these rhymes, as I pour out my soul into these lines, carrying me out of the darkness into my prime, and now with you by the light of the moon I want to dine, get drunk on cheap wine and dance with our bodies intwined.
Ive never known love before, I thought I did, it was only lust and nothing more, but your different and I now you I hunger for, not satisfied with a little, I must have more, I sincerely implore, give me your heart, please open the door. I cannot ignore that you've shaken my core and I'll forever adore the way you make my heart soar. Before, living life was a chore, a mundane bore and i wasn't sure if I could do it anymore,forever floating like Odysseus on distant shores, but then you filled my soul with a thunderous rpar
you are the hammer to my mighty Thor.
I want to spend my time with you, doing things that only lovers do, making secrets shared between just us
two, making love until the day is new reveling in a love this true, a love that I never knew until I first held you, leaving me imbued with extacy through and through.
This connection, more than natural selection, causing my predelection for your unnatural perfection changing my direction, with a much needed course correction, looking into your eyes seeing both heaven and hells reflection, leaving me lost in introspection, fumbling for answers to unfamiliar questions about my willingness to offer my heart's dissection for but a moment of your affection.
I'm down on my knees ready to plead, please darling please, you're the only one that has what I need, I concede I have a hunger that only you can feed, with your touch nourish me and in return my heart forever yours will be, though I don't believe in destiny I still want you next to me, spending the rest of my life giving you the best of me, pouring out my soul for your eyes alone to see.
You alone I need, without your love I cannot bleed because my heart will not beat leaving me dead on my feet, afraid, but unable to retreat, my cleverness lost and unable to speak, feeling desperately weak, like the world finaly has me beat, all I can do is weep and hold on till next we meet, without you my world is unpleasantly bleak devoid of the color I seek, such that no price is too steep, for your presence so sweet, unique, a once in a lifetime treat so I'll continue to sow in hopes your love I'll reap, all it takes is our gaze to meet to cause my soul to heat and restart my heart beat.
You make my heart beat madly like a bass drum, my body numb and my mind dumb but still my wild imagination runs. You make me feel bad like Atilla the hun conquering kingdoms and then some, at least until my time comes, I'm looking for peace and you're the only one that can help me find some, your love has me drunk like some fine rum and I just want to drink from your cup until my times done.
My life without you I've hated, staying constantly sedated, I just never anticipated just how much I'd be jaded as my spirit slowly faded, but it has been worth all the time I've waited, because you make me dizzily intoxicated, feeling elated, because you emancipated my heart when others only descrated, but all the pain has abated because we're no longer seperated and from the moment I knew I haven't hesitated to pursue this new sense of purpose that this love created.
I just want to make you mine for there is no greater find, a partner in crime a worthwhile investment of my time, the insperation for these rhymes, as I pour out my soul into these lines, carrying me out of the darkness into my prime, and now with you by the light of the moon I want to dine, get drunk on cheap wine and dance with our bodies intwined.
Ive never known love before, I thought I did, it was only lust and nothing more, but your different and I now you I hunger for, not satisfied with a little, I must have more, I sincerely implore, give me your heart, please open the door. I cannot ignore that you've shaken my core and I'll forever adore the way you make my heart soar. Before, living life was a chore, a mundane bore and i wasn't sure if I could do it anymore,forever floating like Odysseus on distant shores, but then you filled my soul with a thunderous rpar
you are the hammer to my mighty Thor.
I want to spend my time with you, doing things that only lovers do, making secrets shared between just us
two, making love until the day is new reveling in a love this true, a love that I never knew until I first held you, leaving me imbued with extacy through and through.
Written by Rhidle
(Roger)
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Like Lust In The Chill Of The Grave
The men that find such beauty when it’s theirs,
Each one expects his sum for all he owns.
To walk and pace and call it forth by name,
While noting of each feature like his child.
Purveyors of the land on others’ backs,
These owners of the gullies, woods and vales.
The arteries that give drink to the fields,
Of long and winding rows so straightly plowed.
Corrections overseen by foreman’s hand,
Where script allots the hedge and masonry.
That show ahead where every tree will stand,
No curvature of range-breaks in the way.
Nor casting shadows of the day allowed,
May block the sun when tender shoots resist.
Who are these wants and bids forever scheme,
When soon they will be added to the soil.
They never bargain on the scythe of Death,
As all will breathe their last, O! happy dreams.
The Earth’s reply:
EARTH-SONG
“Ancient, yet
Everlasting on;
The stars have shown
Upon my seas
The skies;
For I am witness
Many times
Though not have I
Seen everything I am
Through your eyes.
“Solicitors
And rules abide
Succession of the wit
And writs that cast
In stone,
Yet shall be thus;
And only stone,
Long after men
And heirs are dust.
“So understand
And know the truth,
That what you do
Can ne’er replace
The blessings of nature;
For who I am,
There is
No place for me
In your sphere;
Nothing of me or mine
Is yours —
But with a grant, a nod
I let you stay.”
‘Twas when I heard the song,
I was shivering and cold.
Reduced to nothing more;
A man in his prime grown old.
#RalphWaldoEmerson
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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I’ve Yet to Find my Way to Take the Night – Sonnet Forty
I’ve yet to find my way to take the night
In solemn passage, guide my way to dawn,
For certain demons gauge my fear, delight,
And seek their passage in my ramble's on.
For deep within the darkness of my dreams,
The place reserved of only those who dare,
To bleed the sanctum of my thoughts’ redeem,
In letting blood, to taste the blackness there.
In gossamer of shimmered angel’s pass,
Occasioned in my deepest terror's sway,
How sweetest words in sweeter version cast,
Spreads light to bring me gentle into day.
It is my angel's way to bring with po'ms
Through demon night, in verse, to bring me home.
In solemn passage, guide my way to dawn,
For certain demons gauge my fear, delight,
And seek their passage in my ramble's on.
For deep within the darkness of my dreams,
The place reserved of only those who dare,
To bleed the sanctum of my thoughts’ redeem,
In letting blood, to taste the blackness there.
In gossamer of shimmered angel’s pass,
Occasioned in my deepest terror's sway,
How sweetest words in sweeter version cast,
Spreads light to bring me gentle into day.
It is my angel's way to bring with po'ms
Through demon night, in verse, to bring me home.
Written by Hepcat61
(geoff cat)
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LAST LICKS
You turn to the left
and you turn to the right
times gonna run out
gotta dig in and fight
you're jumpin the gun
and pushin past the limit
you've got nowhere to run
damn, you gotta win it
Bendin, squeezin, fightin, wheezin
dodgin, duckin ,sprintin , jumpin
runin, leanin, sliding, streamin
ridin, pushin, passin, reachin
you can't be on top unless you clawed your way up
You can't really smile 'till you've gone the extra mile
you can't raise the cup till you've seen the checkered flag
You can't even the score 'till you've hungered for more
Cause it's 'last licks', so get your kicks in
you're hustlin up the middle
and flyin to the side
your'e goin super long
and sweeping extra wide
you're Blocking hard and
slippin past the tackles
just stoppng short and
breaking your shackles
Bendin, squeezin, fightin, wheezin
dodgin, duckin ,sprintin , jumpin
runin, leanin, sliding, streamin
ridin, pushin, passin, reachin
you can't be on top unless you clawed your way up
You can't really smile 'till you've gone the extra mile
you can't raise the cup till you've seen the checkered flag
You can't even the score 'till you've hungered for more
Cause it's 'last licks', so get your kicks in
Written by FeNyX
You turn to the left
and you turn to the right
times gonna run out
gotta dig in and fight
you're jumpin the gun
and pushin past the limit
you've got nowhere to run
damn, you gotta win it
Bendin, squeezin, fightin, wheezin
dodgin, duckin ,sprintin , jumpin
runin, leanin, sliding, streamin
ridin, pushin, passin, reachin
you can't be on top unless you clawed your way up
You can't really smile 'till you've gone the extra mile
you can't raise the cup till you've seen the checkered flag
You can't even the score 'till you've hungered for more
Cause it's 'last licks', so get your kicks in
you're hustlin up the middle
and flyin to the side
your'e goin super long
and sweeping extra wide
you're Blocking hard and
slippin past the tackles
just stoppng short and
breaking your shackles
Bendin, squeezin, fightin, wheezin
dodgin, duckin ,sprintin , jumpin
runin, leanin, sliding, streamin
ridin, pushin, passin, reachin
you can't be on top unless you clawed your way up
You can't really smile 'till you've gone the extra mile
you can't raise the cup till you've seen the checkered flag
You can't even the score 'till you've hungered for more
Cause it's 'last licks', so get your kicks in
Written by FeNyX
Quiet Please!
Please shut up,
You’re always talking!
Like a fucking chicken,
You’re always squawking!
Going on and on,
About things you don’t even know,
It’s like diarrhea of the mouth
Just a constant sickening flow!
You haven’t a clue,
On how annoying you sound.
Your constant useless babble
Causes my brain to become unwound!
You’re always running your mouth,
So shut your fucking trap!
Stop filling my ears
With all of your useless crap!
Be quiet for a minute,
Rest your mouth a bit.
Then you’ll realize,
No one really gives a shit!
You’re always talking!
Like a fucking chicken,
You’re always squawking!
Going on and on,
About things you don’t even know,
It’s like diarrhea of the mouth
Just a constant sickening flow!
You haven’t a clue,
On how annoying you sound.
Your constant useless babble
Causes my brain to become unwound!
You’re always running your mouth,
So shut your fucking trap!
Stop filling my ears
With all of your useless crap!
Be quiet for a minute,
Rest your mouth a bit.
Then you’ll realize,
No one really gives a shit!
Written by Falsepoet
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Rockhallowed
I live across the pond, yet see her
sunrise silhouette in that shed, potting and planning,
her mind constantly rooting words, flourishing
from the rafter of her tongue.
I see me, too, patiently waiting to grasp every seedling offered.
This is Hallowed thought, a sacrosanct connection
of Rock, bone, and blood of sorts – separated
through generations of mothers who were less than gentle
and daughters who learned to hide cruel skeletons
in closets long before adolescence.
We share that, her and I-
knowledge no loved or wanted child tastes;
and yet, we both were to the best of
their maternal abilities.
Nature erases her pain, between
Golden Chaffinch and Wood Pigeons,
fox and Cup and Saucer Vine, she kneads soil pliable
with her hands, extended fingers stretching deep
for the source of life to bury her past in.
I know her burrowed sanctuary
through the thick wooded reserve
and do not worry when she disappears
down its throat.
Because, I also know, no matter what path or ocean
or lake swallows her form, she will return as spring,
as azalea and squirrel, as cormorant and cold surf
to the donation of her life's work that is this
Rockhallowed garden I tangibly envision myself in.
I also know that she knows I will always be here
as a bulb, patiently awaiting her warmth to emerge.
~
Imperfectedstone
Imprefectedstone is one of the most imagery-laden writers I've read. Her remarkable depictions of a naturistic life create the most beautiful visions in my sphere. She is not only a gardener of gardens, but spirits as well. I feel a deep-seeded connection to her soul and blessed beyond measure to have met her in this lifetime
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/ImperfectedStone/
sunrise silhouette in that shed, potting and planning,
her mind constantly rooting words, flourishing
from the rafter of her tongue.
I see me, too, patiently waiting to grasp every seedling offered.
This is Hallowed thought, a sacrosanct connection
of Rock, bone, and blood of sorts – separated
through generations of mothers who were less than gentle
and daughters who learned to hide cruel skeletons
in closets long before adolescence.
We share that, her and I-
knowledge no loved or wanted child tastes;
and yet, we both were to the best of
their maternal abilities.
Nature erases her pain, between
Golden Chaffinch and Wood Pigeons,
fox and Cup and Saucer Vine, she kneads soil pliable
with her hands, extended fingers stretching deep
for the source of life to bury her past in.
I know her burrowed sanctuary
through the thick wooded reserve
and do not worry when she disappears
down its throat.
Because, I also know, no matter what path or ocean
or lake swallows her form, she will return as spring,
as azalea and squirrel, as cormorant and cold surf
to the donation of her life's work that is this
Rockhallowed garden I tangibly envision myself in.
I also know that she knows I will always be here
as a bulb, patiently awaiting her warmth to emerge.
~
Imperfectedstone
Imprefectedstone is one of the most imagery-laden writers I've read. Her remarkable depictions of a naturistic life create the most beautiful visions in my sphere. She is not only a gardener of gardens, but spirits as well. I feel a deep-seeded connection to her soul and blessed beyond measure to have met her in this lifetime
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/ImperfectedStone/
Written by Ahavati
(Tams)
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