Poetry competition CLOSED 18th July 2019 5:34am
WINNER
Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
What your poetry evokes within you
Poetic Firestorm
It’s a firestorm
that rages… and whirls… within my body,
that no hand of sanity can smother.
My innards burn,
my blood boils,
the flesh upon me bubbles.
Sane, as I may have been before,
the virtues that encased this body with innocence
has long but burned away.
that rages… and whirls… within my body,
that no hand of sanity can smother.
My innards burn,
my blood boils,
the flesh upon me bubbles.
Sane, as I may have been before,
the virtues that encased this body with innocence
has long but burned away.
Written by gothicsurrealism
(Daniel Long)
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A non-entry poem by the author of the competition.
Promiscuous Poetess
Forgive me for I have sinned,
yet no remorse does my
conscience concede
A promiscuous whore...
a slut of the pen
A nympho of words
fiending for inspiration to fondle
my thoughts
and manipulate my mind
until a perpetual stream
of proficient verses flow from
the confines of my sanity
They enter me.
I crave words to
enter me fully,
penetrating my orifice with
their erect vernacular shafts,
stroking my intellect
with subtle vigor
until lines...c(o)um(e)
I swallow whole;
acidic jargon wrapped
in pastry filled with
shards of broken
glass, causing me to spit
sweet, bitter, and
cutting rimes
Though gratified,
satisfaction cannot be
attained by a paramour
with such a voracious
appetite for poetic perfection
So, I solicit myself
to tricks of the trade,
words to release me from
a tongue suppressed by
censored verbal freedom
into a realm of
infinite climactic expression
I am a poetess
of promiscuity...
giving myself
again and again to
the art of
spilling integral ink on
beds of pages until
the tip of my wet pen
drips dry...
yet no remorse does my
conscience concede
A promiscuous whore...
a slut of the pen
A nympho of words
fiending for inspiration to fondle
my thoughts
and manipulate my mind
until a perpetual stream
of proficient verses flow from
the confines of my sanity
They enter me.
I crave words to
enter me fully,
penetrating my orifice with
their erect vernacular shafts,
stroking my intellect
with subtle vigor
until lines...c(o)
I swallow whole;
acidic jargon wrapped
in pastry filled with
shards of broken
glass, causing me to spit
sweet, bitter, and
cutting rimes
Though gratified,
satisfaction cannot be
attained by a paramour
with such a voracious
appetite for poetic perfection
So, I solicit myself
to tricks of the trade,
words to release me from
a tongue suppressed by
censored verbal freedom
into a realm of
infinite climactic expression
I am a poetess
of promiscuity...
giving myself
again and again to
the art of
spilling integral ink on
beds of pages until
the tip of my wet pen
drips dry...
Written by Teeya
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Lips across her esoterics
Kissing nude showing her inner mystery
Romancing risque diablerie new history
Flushing blaze so hermetically exquisite
Luxurious flow into deep nubile gnostic
Undressing lascivious occult kept secret
Encompassing amorous sibylline mystic
A copulating erogenous obscure equate
By fornicating salacious cryptical initiate
Mirror as inside mates inciting cavorting
While hierophan-tastic innate contorting.
Kissing nude showing her inner mystery
Romancing risque diablerie new history
Flushing blaze so hermetically exquisite
Luxurious flow into deep nubile gnostic
Undressing lascivious occult kept secret
Encompassing amorous sibylline mystic
A copulating erogenous obscure equate
By fornicating salacious cryptical initiate
Mirror as inside mates inciting cavorting
While hierophan-tastic innate contorting.
Unthinkable
It’s when I think of the unthinkable,
I bleed from pen’s excruciating rhyme.
I dare not staunch the flow, unsinkable,
A darkness I release in measured time.
To why I dream by day, express by night,
It’s when I think of the unthinkable.
I hear a drone of locust in their flight,
I’m on a chase that’s inescapeable.
To have a passion so unshakable,
I think if I am cursed I’m also blessed.
It’s when I think of the unthinkable,
A normal life denied when I’m obsessed.
The images that haunt, immortalized,
A blooded sport that’s undeniable.
Yet with strong-willed intent I still imbibe,
It’s when I think of the unthinkable.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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My Carnal Nakedness
When we peel them off, epitome of covetousness its greatest win
Naked passion, thrusting, stirring, bodies entwined, melodic sounds as soft as a violin
Climaxing heightening, mmm…then caving in
Banish such useless attire
Private Nudist camp… the silhouette under my moonlight, whispers of my fetish desires
Painted feet in my stilettoes boots, my only need to soar any receptive body higher
Naked passion, thrusting, stirring, bodies entwined, melodic sounds as soft as a violin
Climaxing heightening, mmm…then caving in
Banish such useless attire
Private Nudist camp… the silhouette under my moonlight, whispers of my fetish desires
Painted feet in my stilettoes boots, my only need to soar any receptive body higher
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Dancing Under the Midnight Sun
Sunset is often viewed with trepidation and anxiety
I await the coming night in peace, and I quietly
Take out my notebook and look up at the sky
Once the moon comes out, my soul is ready to burst out and fly.
When the stars light up, a new journey has begun
My soul glows in delight when I’m dancing under the midnight sun
Universal forces embrace me as if we were old friends
Even when my body dies, my soul and imagination will never end.
The darkness of the night is nothing to be feared
Once the moon enters the heavens, it’s as if fear has disappeared
Its beauty and light have a special story to tell
My eyes can’t look away and I’m caught in an unearthly spell.
Without thought, my hands begin to write
Who would have thought that inspiration is strongest during the night?
The ethereal voices encourage me to pursue this life-long passion
My soul has been revitalized like a Phoenix rising from the ashes.
Sweet Luna, you are the mistress of the night sky, the only one
Who bathes me in light while I’m dancing under the midnight sun
As long as I draw breath and you still shine, my imagination is limitless
I hope to help others feel, just like me, absolute blissfulness.
I await the coming night in peace, and I quietly
Take out my notebook and look up at the sky
Once the moon comes out, my soul is ready to burst out and fly.
When the stars light up, a new journey has begun
My soul glows in delight when I’m dancing under the midnight sun
Universal forces embrace me as if we were old friends
Even when my body dies, my soul and imagination will never end.
The darkness of the night is nothing to be feared
Once the moon enters the heavens, it’s as if fear has disappeared
Its beauty and light have a special story to tell
My eyes can’t look away and I’m caught in an unearthly spell.
Without thought, my hands begin to write
Who would have thought that inspiration is strongest during the night?
The ethereal voices encourage me to pursue this life-long passion
My soul has been revitalized like a Phoenix rising from the ashes.
Sweet Luna, you are the mistress of the night sky, the only one
Who bathes me in light while I’m dancing under the midnight sun
As long as I draw breath and you still shine, my imagination is limitless
I hope to help others feel, just like me, absolute blissfulness.
Written by LunasChild8
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Anonymous
Misunderstood
Separated from my other siblings
and having lost my Sister that died in the womb
it’s like a part of me
is Voldemort’s daughter trying desperately to try
and find out who her parents were
I’m not sure
other than I sometimes wish I was her
Separated from my other siblings
and having lost my Sister that died in the womb
it’s like a part of me
is Voldemort’s daughter trying desperately to try
and find out who her parents were
I’m not sure
other than I sometimes wish I was her
AS DARKNESS SWIRLS
Through this life we will endure so much hurt with so much pain till we start to feel as if we are drowning in the sea of the abyss of no return for its like for every one step we try to move on, something always have a way of pulling us within a different direction corrupting our minds as well as our spiritual souls with no regrets of the damage that has been afflicted. Bringing us thoughts of madness from the very depth of our deepest thoughts of our secrets of the many scars that we try so hard to hide from peeking preying eyes, who have no real intentions but other than to break us down and leave us broken beyond repair constantly making us more afraid more then we already are to face the world and the darkness that swirls around us like a half craze lion looking for its next meal to eat. For the nightmares are real as real can get for everyday is a struggle just to keep your head above the flash flood waters that flows down hill like a river off a mountain side, so whether you deal with OCD or PTSD or DEPRESSION or BIPOLAR or AUTISM or INSOMNIA or ADDICTION its all a struggle that is apart of a daily life of someone were its a fight for there life but yet they try to hide it deep down inside.
Written by Stoney223
(WOLF BAY33)
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I am...
Eternally branded by a divine blacksmith
Sapphire starlet crowned with emerald ringlets
Splayed on this lymphatic ice garden
Blushed lush kissing sky cheeks of lavender and scarlet
Beauty forbid taken
Raped and pillaged til vengeance looses
Insanity's incestous inkwell of humanity's drunkeness
A fat Venus,bloated bold with erring lull
Kissing while killing the naive tempting her dwelling
Magnificent violence concealed by shallow innocence
A delicate dance with death
Wet wilderness of lurking strangeness
Men have no say in this masterless mayhem
Victorious virtuous victim of venomous zeal
Blood and fear are interest of
the spoils you strip to steal
Brave ignorance of men,hence
Curse the unknown, it is my wrath you will feel
Or love me and my murderous flaws
And reap riches and a reprieve
From my indecisive resolve
A treasure that can't be wholly claimed
Thus admired with aware oblivion
I am a survivor not maimed....
I am the Sea
I birth plague and possibility.
SE.P.7.3.18.
Sapphire starlet crowned with emerald ringlets
Splayed on this lymphatic ice garden
Blushed lush kissing sky cheeks of lavender and scarlet
Beauty forbid taken
Raped and pillaged til vengeance looses
Insanity's incestous inkwell of humanity's drunkeness
A fat Venus,bloated bold with erring lull
Kissing while killing the naive tempting her dwelling
Magnificent violence concealed by shallow innocence
A delicate dance with death
Wet wilderness of lurking strangeness
Men have no say in this masterless mayhem
Victorious virtuous victim of venomous zeal
Blood and fear are interest of
the spoils you strip to steal
Brave ignorance of men,hence
Curse the unknown, it is my wrath you will feel
Or love me and my murderous flaws
And reap riches and a reprieve
From my indecisive resolve
A treasure that can't be wholly claimed
Thus admired with aware oblivion
I am a survivor not maimed....
I am the Sea
I birth plague and possibility.
SE.P.7.3.18.
Written by SeaEntity1
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Those Which Inspire
Images arrive, carried on colors and patterns
not of this world, nor any other I've known:
demons Hell-forged, angels Heaven-sent
word-entwined emotions, dancing snowflakes
My incessant need builds into a constant ache
evolves rapidly, devouring my focus;
I submit, captive conduit, willing and passive
They’re accompanied by angelic chorus
desiring benevolence if I am fortunate
Should They prove bloody, merciless
my soul is shredded, consumed by darkness
Either way, I am Their patient without anesthesia:
Their voice, devoted slave, pliant recipient-
Without Them, nothing is worth the price of life
not of this world, nor any other I've known:
demons Hell-forged, angels Heaven-sent
word-entwined emotions, dancing snowflakes
My incessant need builds into a constant ache
evolves rapidly, devouring my focus;
I submit, captive conduit, willing and passive
They’re accompanied by angelic chorus
desiring benevolence if I am fortunate
Should They prove bloody, merciless
my soul is shredded, consumed by darkness
Either way, I am Their patient without anesthesia:
Their voice, devoted slave, pliant recipient-
Without Them, nothing is worth the price of life
Written by inechoingsilence
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TRUTH SPOKEN INDEED
As the deepness of my thoughts are awaken from the very darkness of my mind eyes I would like to reflect upon something that is truly deep to my mind as well as my heart, for I know this may upset some of you but lets face it we cant no longer sweep it under the rug for it just keeps happening to much in this cycle known as life every single day within someones life and world.
For what I want to say when will the abuse end of our children's and woman's even our young boys and mans and lets not act like it doesn't happen to mans, for its getting so its not even really talked about until it happens and even then it is sometimes to late for the damage has already been did mentally emotionally physically and spiritually for sometimes it can never be fix from the damage.
For never think nor feel that you don't have a voice with words to say for you are not alone for those before you have laid the road so that you can have a VOICE TO BE HEARD, so longer shall you remain QUIET NOR AFRAID and continue too be abuse thinking that is love for that is called plain and simple CONTROLLING OF SOMEONES MIND AND HEART AND SPIRITUAL SOUL THROUGH FEAR.
For what I want to say when will the abuse end of our children's and woman's even our young boys and mans and lets not act like it doesn't happen to mans, for its getting so its not even really talked about until it happens and even then it is sometimes to late for the damage has already been did mentally emotionally physically and spiritually for sometimes it can never be fix from the damage.
For never think nor feel that you don't have a voice with words to say for you are not alone for those before you have laid the road so that you can have a VOICE TO BE HEARD, so longer shall you remain QUIET NOR AFRAID and continue too be abuse thinking that is love for that is called plain and simple CONTROLLING OF SOMEONES MIND AND HEART AND SPIRITUAL SOUL THROUGH FEAR.
Written by Stoney223
(WOLF BAY33)
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THAT TIMELESS SENSE OF BEING IN IT
Flowing
Driven
Meditation
With muscles flexing
Everything tuned up
In tune
You appreciate it
When you see the video later
It would be easy to say
You are in awe of yourself
But it is the divine muse
Who makes you feel this way
Driven
Meditation
With muscles flexing
Everything tuned up
In tune
You appreciate it
When you see the video later
It would be easy to say
You are in awe of yourself
But it is the divine muse
Who makes you feel this way
Written by SatInUGal
(Kumar)
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My Poetry
My poetry is like a fine mist,
The verses caress like a tender kiss,
But when I drop ink with a twist of my wrist,
I spit mad bars because I get pissed.
Here’s the gist of it,
I slip the quip in there,
It’s whatever comes up to the surface whenever the spirit moves me,
If there’s a lisp in it,
It’s my speech impediment,
I breathe fire because aside from the ire writing also behooves me.
My verses are a mix of history and mystery,
A puzzle of lost pieces with imagery,
Whatever sounds clever I pull the lever and let the words flow,
My thoughts tend to get stuck at the dam,
If there be floods I’ll be damned,
I’m playful yet a little unstable but I’m careful not to let it show.
And so if I had to sum up my poetry,
I’d say it’s a reflection of me,
A twister of emotions filtered, tuned, groomed and rhymed,
I’m not always at my best,
But I get it off my chest,
So long as the words are ready, steady, primed and perfectly timed.
The verses caress like a tender kiss,
But when I drop ink with a twist of my wrist,
I spit mad bars because I get pissed.
Here’s the gist of it,
I slip the quip in there,
It’s whatever comes up to the surface whenever the spirit moves me,
If there’s a lisp in it,
It’s my speech impediment,
I breathe fire because aside from the ire writing also behooves me.
My verses are a mix of history and mystery,
A puzzle of lost pieces with imagery,
Whatever sounds clever I pull the lever and let the words flow,
My thoughts tend to get stuck at the dam,
If there be floods I’ll be damned,
I’m playful yet a little unstable but I’m careful not to let it show.
And so if I had to sum up my poetry,
I’d say it’s a reflection of me,
A twister of emotions filtered, tuned, groomed and rhymed,
I’m not always at my best,
But I get it off my chest,
So long as the words are ready, steady, primed and perfectly timed.
Written by wallyroo92
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