Poetry competition CLOSED 1st July 2019 6:11pm
WINNER
slipalong
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Through the Alphabet —The Letter “M”
Poetry Contest Description
Use all the words in the list below , in a poem
Next up, the letter "M” ! Same rules as the other alphabet comps:
One poem per poet
Any style, length
Use all the words in the list in your poem
Two weeks to complete
Winner is decided by public vote
Here’s the list of words:
Malm
Manor
Martyr
Mercantile
Meringue
Migrant
Mingle
Monastic
Mutiny
Myrrh
One poem per poet
Any style, length
Use all the words in the list in your poem
Two weeks to complete
Winner is decided by public vote
Here’s the list of words:
Malm
Manor
Martyr
Mercantile
Meringue
Migrant
Mingle
Monastic
Mutiny
Myrrh
Mingled Malevolence
Mortally Malm maimed
Recently recalled
Mazelike Mudget Manor
H.H. Holmes' homes
Mumbling monastic Martyr
Pious petrol pyre
Mainstream Mercantile methodology
Starving the cents-less
Marshmellow Meringue
Clogging coronary capillaries
Migrant masses morph
Sadistic Stereotype
Militants Mingle
Wage woeful wars
Mideast Military Mutiny
Melding Myrrh and murder
Recently recalled
Mazelike Mudget Manor
H.H. Holmes' homes
Mumbling monastic Martyr
Pious petrol pyre
Mainstream Mercantile methodology
Starving the cents-less
Marshmellow Meringue
Clogging coronary capillaries
Migrant masses morph
Sadistic Stereotype
Militants Mingle
Wage woeful wars
Mideast Military Mutiny
Melding Myrrh and murder
Written by Tardegrade
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Xander Pie Dreams of Memes
His flat-screen sits on top of an old beaten IKEA malm,
He’s in a trance with a monastic stance style and manner,
At times the kid laughs out loud and yet he remains calm,
It’s a small room but to this jubilant juvenile it’s a manor.
For starters he’s no martyr but the boy has fire and ardor,
He has a profound passion for funny things and themes,
The room stirs in myrrh but the youth’s odor is harder,
Like a virtual mercantile barter of gifs, vines and memes.
When he goes out to mingle with the rest of the family,
The kid is loaded with tons of gags, wisecracks and puns,
So don’t dare ruin the joke like mutiny but then actually
He trips on his words upon delivery but it’s all in good fun.
He daydreams and schemes it’s nothing you’ve ever seen,
Like migrant streams of laughs he’s lively and wide-eyed,
He’s a kind and sweet teen like topping meringue cream,
Xander speaks in mien memes but we love to call him Pie.
His flat-screen sits on top of an old beaten IKEA malm,
He’s in a trance with a monastic stance style and manner,
At times the kid laughs out loud and yet he remains calm,
It’s a small room but to this jubilant juvenile it’s a manor.
For starters he’s no martyr but the boy has fire and ardor,
He has a profound passion for funny things and themes,
The room stirs in myrrh but the youth’s odor is harder,
Like a virtual mercantile barter of gifs, vines and memes.
When he goes out to mingle with the rest of the family,
The kid is loaded with tons of gags, wisecracks and puns,
So don’t dare ruin the joke like mutiny but then actually
He trips on his words upon delivery but it’s all in good fun.
He daydreams and schemes it’s nothing you’ve ever seen,
Like migrant streams of laughs he’s lively and wide-eyed,
He’s a kind and sweet teen like topping meringue cream,
Xander speaks in mien memes but we love to call him Pie.
Molasses
The plantation swayed in the hot summer wind
Gang masters cruel laugh, he wields the whip
Looks for a martyr to flog
Instill some fear till they cower like dogs
In the manor the house upon the hill
The essences of myrrh behind the ear, to the cleavage
Inflame the sense catch the eye
The chatter of the dining room
White lace and taffeta and corsets strung so tight
Bosoms like white meringue, spilling out
To mingle and enjoy that life's priviledge adopts
The cane is burning, charred in the fields
Fell and reap before the darkness seeps
The syrup is the merchantile raw,
Drawn from the fields dirty spoils
The smoke hides the slaves murmured mutiny
Try for freedom, break the chains mastery
Of a monastic time, pray for all the toil and pain cease
Something better than the yoke that held you tied
A migrant from that bamboo of bars
And hold your head in hope and pride
The malm of the bricks on the road to your dreams
Baked out of the dust and the ache of sore hands that bleed
sucked out the canes molasses so bittersweet
The sugar refined built whites supremacy
The sun cannot bleach the sombering chords
Sung spirituals lament of words
Escape and run like coloured dye or stay and fight
But the moat of molasses hold the ankles tight
Deliverance a vision that's just candy floss ?
Gang masters cruel laugh, he wields the whip
Looks for a martyr to flog
Instill some fear till they cower like dogs
In the manor the house upon the hill
The essences of myrrh behind the ear, to the cleavage
Inflame the sense catch the eye
The chatter of the dining room
White lace and taffeta and corsets strung so tight
Bosoms like white meringue, spilling out
To mingle and enjoy that life's priviledge adopts
The cane is burning, charred in the fields
Fell and reap before the darkness seeps
The syrup is the merchantile raw,
Drawn from the fields dirty spoils
The smoke hides the slaves murmured mutiny
Try for freedom, break the chains mastery
Of a monastic time, pray for all the toil and pain cease
Something better than the yoke that held you tied
A migrant from that bamboo of bars
And hold your head in hope and pride
The malm of the bricks on the road to your dreams
Baked out of the dust and the ache of sore hands that bleed
sucked out the canes molasses so bittersweet
The sugar refined built whites supremacy
The sun cannot bleach the sombering chords
Sung spirituals lament of words
Escape and run like coloured dye or stay and fight
But the moat of molasses hold the ankles tight
Deliverance a vision that's just candy floss ?
Written by slipalong
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The winner of this competition and any runners up were decided by public vote.
Thank you to the following members for voting:
MadameLavender, AspergerPoet56, Kinkpoet, LivDiane, Josh, Tallen, David_Macleod, Miss_Sub, Billy_Snagg, buddydog, Layla, Jade-Pandora, SkyeCebh, eddiestarrpoems, solanaceae
Thank you to the following members for voting:
MadameLavender, AspergerPoet56, Kinkpoet, LivDiane, Josh, Tallen, David_Macleod, Miss_Sub, Billy_Snagg, buddydog, Layla, Jade-Pandora, SkyeCebh, eddiestarrpoems, solanaceae
