Poetry competition CLOSED 23rd July 2019 10:28am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
MrAlptraum
and poetOftragedy
UPlifting ppoetry
Anonymous
Confessional @ 1am
I'd have you in for tea, but you've seen just how I live
So I ask you, “Night, tell me, is that really all you've got to give?”
Spastic inclinations formed by drastic elations
You’ve got me talking in quotations as I lay in exudation
I can’t pinpoint just when it was that I lost power
But this once bittersweet has all but turned to sour
I swallowed up my dignity and glanced upon your shadow
Then I woke up in France inside a rundown chateau
As she twisted her head to the side with a quirk
"How have you been?" she said with a smirk
I can see right through your eyes as if they’re made of glass
That award winning grin, she angles with class
I've left it, as they say, inside the hands of fate
So the next time I choose teams I'll be sure you participate
This difficult climb, not for the faint of heart
Let me stop you right there before you even start
I've run away again, till I’m lost out of sight
Holding on for one more day, and maybe one more night…
So here is my confessional, I’m well aware it’s 1 A.M.
But my eyes just will not close and my thoughts refuse to mend…
So I ask you, “Night, tell me, is that really all you've got to give?”
Spastic inclinations formed by drastic elations
You’ve got me talking in quotations as I lay in exudation
I can’t pinpoint just when it was that I lost power
But this once bittersweet has all but turned to sour
I swallowed up my dignity and glanced upon your shadow
Then I woke up in France inside a rundown chateau
As she twisted her head to the side with a quirk
"How have you been?" she said with a smirk
I can see right through your eyes as if they’re made of glass
That award winning grin, she angles with class
I've left it, as they say, inside the hands of fate
So the next time I choose teams I'll be sure you participate
This difficult climb, not for the faint of heart
Let me stop you right there before you even start
I've run away again, till I’m lost out of sight
Holding on for one more day, and maybe one more night…
So here is my confessional, I’m well aware it’s 1 A.M.
But my eyes just will not close and my thoughts refuse to mend…
Written by Chimaera76
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Joy-Filled
( after Agnes Török )
So welcome to my little show
Of inspiration’s need-to-know.
In search of happiness to grow
And have a life of healthy glow.
I’m not even quite twenty-three!
I’m here to show a destiny
With all of you who came to see
If what I spout’s your cup of tea.
I spent my youth to never guess
What did I know of happiness?
In my belief had I been blessed;
So now I’m here and on a quest.
Applies to you? Just raise a hand
For you and I to have a plan,
To spread a smile thru’out the land;
Uplift a life, won’t that be grand!
.
Alone or with a friend in crime,
It doesn’t need a word to rhyme.
But our duet between the time,
We think alike as one great mind!
To letting go without a care,
Like being filled with happy air!
Inhaling deep will take you there,
A dizzying self-love affair.
The love to laugh begins with you.
Receive the joy and when you do,
Like happy seeds that grow into
The crockpots full of happy stew!
For morning, night & afternoon,
At anytime and very soon—
To float up high over the moon;
A gift of health is laughter's boon!
So welcome to my little show
Of inspiration’s need-to-know.
In search of happiness to grow
And have a life of healthy glow.
I’m not even quite twenty-three!
I’m here to show a destiny
With all of you who came to see
If what I spout’s your cup of tea.
I spent my youth to never guess
What did I know of happiness?
In my belief had I been blessed;
So now I’m here and on a quest.
Applies to you? Just raise a hand
For you and I to have a plan,
To spread a smile thru’out the land;
Uplift a life, won’t that be grand!
.
Alone or with a friend in crime,
It doesn’t need a word to rhyme.
But our duet between the time,
We think alike as one great mind!
To letting go without a care,
Like being filled with happy air!
Inhaling deep will take you there,
A dizzying self-love affair.
The love to laugh begins with you.
Receive the joy and when you do,
Like happy seeds that grow into
The crockpots full of happy stew!
For morning, night & afternoon,
At anytime and very soon—
To float up high over the moon;
A gift of health is laughter's boon!
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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Anonymous
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https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/352289-the-revolution-starts-with-you/
The Revolution Starts With You
Let me start by saying
I am the most amazing person
I know and I love me.
Some might have already
thrown their heads back
and made a noise
like a yawning Chewbacca
others may
have rolled their eyes
into an alternate dimension
but the fact of the matter is
it is fucking true.
Can you tell me why
to state that we are amazing,
to tell ourselves that we are worthy
and deserving of love and adoration
causes people to recoil in horror
and throw around words
like egotistical and narcissistic
when I didn’t realise that being awesome
was a fucking offensive mental condition.
Can you tell me why I feel
I need to justify the redness of my skin,
the shape of my body, the way I fix
my cutlery to match the clock handles
when I finish a meal because it just
makes me feel better
why, oh why
did I wake up this morning
and examine my reflection
like Inspector Clouseau on a case
while the rest of me
exclaims wildly into the mirror
“that top with those pants, babe?
bitch, who dressed you, Stevie Wonder?”
If you need to hear this today:
do you have any idea how improbable
your existence is?
Do you have any idea how fast
you are surfing through space
on a spherical board?
Can you comprehend
that you’re a meat covered skeleton
that could have chosen
to sit down
hide away
not write
a god
damn
thing
but here you are
winging it.
Do you know how badly
I want to grasp you by the shoulders
and say my girl, my girl
do you know how beautiful you are?
Do you know wild, how bold
how fucking fierce you are becoming?
Do you know how the fear
that breaks you in half only longs
to find a way to break loose?
Do you know how brightly
your weird little light shines
in the darkness so that others
can find you just to say
you are amazing—
you are enough.
You are worthy of the love
you so freely deny.
The Revolution Starts With You
Let me start by saying
I am the most amazing person
I know and I love me.
Some might have already
thrown their heads back
and made a noise
like a yawning Chewbacca
others may
have rolled their eyes
into an alternate dimension
but the fact of the matter is
it is fucking true.
Can you tell me why
to state that we are amazing,
to tell ourselves that we are worthy
and deserving of love and adoration
causes people to recoil in horror
and throw around words
like egotistical and narcissistic
when I didn’t realise that being awesome
was a fucking offensive mental condition.
Can you tell me why I feel
I need to justify the redness of my skin,
the shape of my body, the way I fix
my cutlery to match the clock handles
when I finish a meal because it just
makes me feel better
why, oh why
did I wake up this morning
and examine my reflection
like Inspector Clouseau on a case
while the rest of me
exclaims wildly into the mirror
“that top with those pants, babe?
bitch, who dressed you, Stevie Wonder?”
If you need to hear this today:
do you have any idea how improbable
your existence is?
Do you have any idea how fast
you are surfing through space
on a spherical board?
Can you comprehend
that you’re a meat covered skeleton
that could have chosen
to sit down
hide away
not write
a god
damn
thing
but here you are
winging it.
Do you know how badly
I want to grasp you by the shoulders
and say my girl, my girl
do you know how beautiful you are?
Do you know wild, how bold
how fucking fierce you are becoming?
Do you know how the fear
that breaks you in half only longs
to find a way to break loose?
Do you know how brightly
your weird little light shines
in the darkness so that others
can find you just to say
you are amazing—
you are enough.
You are worthy of the love
you so freely deny.
No Beautiful Rose Here
Hush nah child
Hush ya cryin’
Ain’t no need a sheddin’
tears if da ones gotcha
bleedin’ em’ ain’t gon’ feel
da flesh dey tearin' up
Hush nah child
All dat wailin’
ain’t gonna change nothin’
Yo tears
ain’t gonna change dem sayin’
she beautiful,
cuz she is
And ain’t no need you cryin’
cuz dey say you ain’t beautiful,
cuz you ain’t!
Oh hush nah child!
Ain’t no need you cryin’
cuz you ain’t beautiful
You should be happier than
a fattened up skeetah
feedin’ off a fattened up gal!
See baby,
dere is plenty a beautiful girls
in dis world
and beautiful is da word dey use
for dem all
cuz ain’t nothin’ else
dey can call em’
And when you use da same word
to tell bout’ da same thing all da time,
dat thing become what dey call common
But you baby…da word beautiful
don’t come near close
to what chu be
You be what dey call “fascinating”
I learned dat word when
I was a young girl,
bout’ yo age, when
me and daddy saw this blue, kinda purplish
looking flower, look like a rose, sproutin’ up
right center of da cotton field
See, I thought she was beautiful
sitting in da middle of all dat dirt,
but daddy say
all dat dirt was surroundin’ her
cuz she was “fascinating”;
a kinda beautiful
ain’t nobody and nothin’ eva seen befo’
So see baby,
no, you ain’t beautiful,
you fascinating
just like dat rose
me and daddy saw dat day
And fascinating means
you da kinda beautiful dey
ain’t nevah seen before;
like nobody and nothin’ else
dey eva seen befo’
Nah go on smile baby
Let me see you smile Rose girl
cuz you ain’t beautiful;
you fascinating,
my fascinating little Rose
and ain’t nothin’
and no one else
like you
Hush ya cryin’
Ain’t no need a sheddin’
tears if da ones gotcha
bleedin’ em’ ain’t gon’ feel
da flesh dey tearin' up
Hush nah child
All dat wailin’
ain’t gonna change nothin’
Yo tears
ain’t gonna change dem sayin’
she beautiful,
cuz she is
And ain’t no need you cryin’
cuz dey say you ain’t beautiful,
cuz you ain’t!
Oh hush nah child!
Ain’t no need you cryin’
cuz you ain’t beautiful
You should be happier than
a fattened up skeetah
feedin’ off a fattened up gal!
See baby,
dere is plenty a beautiful girls
in dis world
and beautiful is da word dey use
for dem all
cuz ain’t nothin’ else
dey can call em’
And when you use da same word
to tell bout’ da same thing all da time,
dat thing become what dey call common
But you baby…da word beautiful
don’t come near close
to what chu be
You be what dey call “fascinating”
I learned dat word when
I was a young girl,
bout’ yo age, when
me and daddy saw this blue, kinda purplish
looking flower, look like a rose, sproutin’ up
right center of da cotton field
See, I thought she was beautiful
sitting in da middle of all dat dirt,
but daddy say
all dat dirt was surroundin’ her
cuz she was “fascinating”;
a kinda beautiful
ain’t nobody and nothin’ eva seen befo’
So see baby,
no, you ain’t beautiful,
you fascinating
just like dat rose
me and daddy saw dat day
And fascinating means
you da kinda beautiful dey
ain’t nevah seen before;
like nobody and nothin’ else
dey eva seen befo’
Nah go on smile baby
Let me see you smile Rose girl
cuz you ain’t beautiful;
you fascinating,
my fascinating little Rose
and ain’t nothin’
and no one else
like you
Written by Teeya
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To be Mighty
What does it take to be Mighty, you ask?
How to find the edge and climb up over the holes?
How to find the energy to Breathe, to Be, to Exist?
How to Understand that you change the world around you?
How to Realize, that you are strong?
It means standing up on your own two.
Standing by your own conviction.
Standing against what you don’t hold as True.
It means NEVER compromising yourself.
Stand up.
No one wins, crawling on knees.
It means Evolving.
L O V E. H A R D E R.
Do what it takes to change and reach your dreams.
It means manifesting your desires.
Paint your life in all the colors.
Reclaim your Life and your Essence.
Fight for your Right to Matter.
Live.
Easily detected in the weak moments
where your source of power lies.
Uncovered, unhindered
waiting to be Seen.
Vibrating, shivering
waiting to be Felt.
Do Better.
Choose.
Unfuck yourself, unlock your cages;
Leave unsustainable variables behind.
Screw fear and self loathing, Here;
There is no time for Mindfuck and Illusions.
Fight for who you were
before others dimmed your light.
Be True, to You.
Start walking.
Rise.
ღ
Skye
How to find the edge and climb up over the holes?
How to find the energy to Breathe, to Be, to Exist?
How to Understand that you change the world around you?
How to Realize, that you are strong?
It means standing up on your own two.
Standing by your own conviction.
Standing against what you don’t hold as True.
It means NEVER compromising yourself.
Stand up.
No one wins, crawling on knees.
It means Evolving.
L O V E. H A R D E R.
Do what it takes to change and reach your dreams.
It means manifesting your desires.
Paint your life in all the colors.
Reclaim your Life and your Essence.
Fight for your Right to Matter.
Live.
Easily detected in the weak moments
where your source of power lies.
Uncovered, unhindered
waiting to be Seen.
Vibrating, shivering
waiting to be Felt.
Do Better.
Choose.
Unfuck yourself, unlock your cages;
Leave unsustainable variables behind.
Screw fear and self loathing, Here;
There is no time for Mindfuck and Illusions.
Fight for who you were
before others dimmed your light.
Be True, to You.
Start walking.
Rise.
ღ
Skye
Written by SkyeCebh
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Written by dejure
(vick)
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All Due Respect
It’s 2019, for better or worse
I hear the talk, read all the news
Watch parades, learn the proper terms
People are more ‘woke’ than ever
Society demands lack of judgement
Everything is acceptable, it’s all good
I watch from afar at the hypocrisy
If a boy proclaims he’s gay
Suddenly he wants all the boys.
Post-game showers get strange
If a girl announces she’s a lesbian
She immediately wants all the girls
It becomes a challenge to ‘turn her’
If a person is bisexual, out and proud
They are promiscuous and can’t decide
Or that love-type simply doesn’t exist
If a person identifies as transgender
They are in defiance of God’s will for them
That souls go where they are supposed to
If a person is asexual
Society says they are broken
They just need to find the right one.
Why are heterosexuals given a free pass?
Straight men ogle any female in his line of sight
Just showing off his privilege, rampant sexuality
Or for the modern woman bringing home
A new male for every night of the week
Call her promiscuous and face a lawsuit
Love is love, it’s free for all, it can’t be confined
Why does something so pure need to be rationed
How is it that in 2019, we so socially aware
Dare to persecute, torture, take life away
Simply because of who/what the heart longs for
No one alive can be judge, jury, executioner
Dictating who others need to identify as, to love.
I hear the talk, read all the news
Watch parades, learn the proper terms
People are more ‘woke’ than ever
Society demands lack of judgement
Everything is acceptable, it’s all good
I watch from afar at the hypocrisy
If a boy proclaims he’s gay
Suddenly he wants all the boys.
Post-game showers get strange
If a girl announces she’s a lesbian
She immediately wants all the girls
It becomes a challenge to ‘turn her’
If a person is bisexual, out and proud
They are promiscuous and can’t decide
Or that love-type simply doesn’t exist
If a person identifies as transgender
They are in defiance of God’s will for them
That souls go where they are supposed to
If a person is asexual
Society says they are broken
They just need to find the right one.
Why are heterosexuals given a free pass?
Straight men ogle any female in his line of sight
Just showing off his privilege, rampant sexuality
Or for the modern woman bringing home
A new male for every night of the week
Call her promiscuous and face a lawsuit
Love is love, it’s free for all, it can’t be confined
Why does something so pure need to be rationed
How is it that in 2019, we so socially aware
Dare to persecute, torture, take life away
Simply because of who/what the heart longs for
No one alive can be judge, jury, executioner
Dictating who others need to identify as, to love.
Written by inechoingsilence
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