Poetry competition CLOSED 7th August 2019 2:01am
WINNER
MadameLavender
MadameLavender
RUNNER-UP:
AspergerPoet56
Spartan Verses
Iris
The lone iris,
sitting in your eye;
a setting sun
eclipsed
by the blackness
of the world you see.
Those eyelids;
tear-rain shutters.
sitting in your eye;
a setting sun
eclipsed
by the blackness
of the world you see.
Those eyelids;
tear-rain shutters.
Written by gothicsurrealism
(Daniel Long)
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Non-entry poem by the author of the competition.
Icy Reminiscence
Mirrors within your eyes…
Stare tranquilly in ice.
Those fog risen lids…
stilled moments echoing.
Frozen they are…
seasoning affection
nowhere near
to thaw tearcicles.
Stare tranquilly in ice.
Those fog risen lids…
stilled moments echoing.
Frozen they are…
seasoning affection
nowhere near
to thaw tearcicles.
Written by gothicsurrealism
(Daniel Long)
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Non-entry by the author of the competition.
Your Hue
Dim green,
that's what you wore.
A dye,
finely concentrated
to stain
the center gem
within
your eye.
that's what you wore.
A dye,
finely concentrated
to stain
the center gem
within
your eye.
Written by gothicsurrealism
(Daniel Long)
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Non-entry by the author of the competition.
This Spartan Summer Brings
Bee's brittle sting
Makes stunning heart,
Deft tying string
With Greco art.
Leaving a place
For me to find,
Turning your face
Reading my mind.
Written by Heaven_sent_Kathy
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I Autism
Blinded by obsessions
Overtaking senses
World means nothing now
A kind of addiction
Endorphins sky high
Won’t be back soon
Overtaking senses
World means nothing now
A kind of addiction
Endorphins sky high
Won’t be back soon
Written by AspergerPoet56
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I Autism (pt2)
The noise of incessant talking
Can’t concentrate
It’s like being hit by a taser
The pain is constant
Like the streaming words
Need to shutdown
Can’t concentrate
It’s like being hit by a taser
The pain is constant
Like the streaming words
Need to shutdown
Written by AspergerPoet56
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Vintage Handkerchiefs
What tales they tell—
tears they’ve caught,
whispers overheard, cigarette
ashes from bygone times
when white gloved hands were
of fashion.
I’m now their keeper.
Three Said “Edith”
My world melted
when three kerchiefs
revealed the name “Edith”
Sewn in, decades ago—
someone else with Grandmother’s name,
gave me a hug from heaven.
Linen Prep
Delicate handkerchiefs, hand
washed in Fels-Naptha—
I place them in the sun to dry.
My vintage wood rack, once more
in service to laundry.
GOLD
Miners mine nuggets
They risk everything
Working tirelessly bringing
Black gold to the surface
The same is true
When attempting to write
Truly original poetry
(for the Spartan Verses Comp)
They risk everything
Working tirelessly bringing
Black gold to the surface
The same is true
When attempting to write
Truly original poetry
(for the Spartan Verses Comp)
Written by David_Macleod
(14397816)
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Vega’s Promise
How the stars are enchanting
On the moonless nights
I find my self captivated
By the endless show of lights
I dream of taking a timeless trip
Where stardust can be found
Across the river in a rocket ship
To meet my princess of the sky
As the seventh moon fades
The seventh night becomes alive
I’ll cross a heavenly bridge
For tonight our love will survive
On the moonless nights
I find my self captivated
By the endless show of lights
I dream of taking a timeless trip
Where stardust can be found
Across the river in a rocket ship
To meet my princess of the sky
As the seventh moon fades
The seventh night becomes alive
I’ll cross a heavenly bridge
For tonight our love will survive
Written by buddydog
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Love...
... is when you tell me I'm still beautiful...
after all these years...
Love is when I hear you speak...it...
brings me to tears...
after all these years...
Love is when I hear you speak...it...
brings me to tears...
Written by Ely
(E.A.Rothwell)
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