Poetry competition CLOSED 5th September 2019 9:09pm
WINNER
buddydog
buddydog
As Summer Memories Fade
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Hosted by The Poetcast Project
Episode 5 is coming up folks, and we would like to again offer up the hallowed end spot of the show to feature your poetry on the podcast. The podcast goes out on multiple platforms including Spotify and Apple Podcasts, so it’s great exposure
If you've not heard the podcast yet 1) Where have you been and 2) you can listen to past episodes here: https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/podcasts/
We would like you to write a poem about Summer. How do you feel about it coming to an end? Was it memorable for you? What did you achieve? Any funny stories you would like to weave into poetry?
It can be serious, funny, melancholic... be creative.
Obviously we would really love if you would be able to read and record the poem yourself for us, but please do not feel pressured. We will be able to read the poem out for you if you don't want too. We understand.
Rules
* New poems only
* Audio / video / songs accepted
* One entry per human being
* No extreme content / extreme erotica
* Winner agrees to have their poem read on The Poetcast Project September podcast
* No word count, just don't go mad
* Any questions, please feel free to ask.
Summer In Memphis
I was leaving the beer line
When she bumped into me
Had one in each hand
Spilling Bud Light on her Def Leppard tee
I said excuse me ma'am
Can I buy you a beer
She said that would be nice
But that's not why I'm here
As she grabbed me by the hand
I was chillin' in a beach chair
As the sun came out
Smoke filled the air
While she danced in that Memphis mud
The band played their last song
I smiled and said, how about that beer
She said that would be nice
But that's not why I'm here
As she grabbed me by the hand
We were sitting by the fountain
As those ducks came in
I could see it in her eye
So I said goodbye
She leaned in and whispered
That's not why I'm here
She let go of my hand, gave me that Georgia smile
She said don’t worry, I’ll be back next year
As I watched her walk away...
All I could think about...
How she...
She blew me away
Like a Memphis storm in May
We danced in the rain
While the band played on
We slipped in the mud
Sat there for awhile
Then I brushed her hair back
She kissed me with that Georgia smile
When she bumped into me
Had one in each hand
Spilling Bud Light on her Def Leppard tee
I said excuse me ma'am
Can I buy you a beer
She said that would be nice
But that's not why I'm here
As she grabbed me by the hand
I was chillin' in a beach chair
As the sun came out
Smoke filled the air
While she danced in that Memphis mud
The band played their last song
I smiled and said, how about that beer
She said that would be nice
But that's not why I'm here
As she grabbed me by the hand
We were sitting by the fountain
As those ducks came in
I could see it in her eye
So I said goodbye
She leaned in and whispered
That's not why I'm here
She let go of my hand, gave me that Georgia smile
She said don’t worry, I’ll be back next year
As I watched her walk away...
All I could think about...
How she...
She blew me away
Like a Memphis storm in May
We danced in the rain
While the band played on
We slipped in the mud
Sat there for awhile
Then I brushed her hair back
She kissed me with that Georgia smile
Written by buddydog
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Summer
What things are best of this season?
Where playful thoughts banish reason.
Those winter ghosts of evening gray.
Dissipates in ocean spray.
Sing bug and bird through lazy heat.
Grass and sand caressing feet.
Spirits dance in children's laughter.
Glimpsed an Eden we've chased after.
Written by midevil
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Anonymous
Great start guys! Just what we are looking for. Thanks 😊
Anonymous
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As Summer Gets Personal🌞
( a Sonnet )
My bedding stripped down to a single sheet,
With two fans at cross purpose in the room.
Warm currents twisting overhead that meet,
Both rain upon my scantie’s print of bloom.
A silhouette of sweat shows off my form
Upon the mattress as I soak the sheet.
I beg your pardon I was misinformed,
It’s truckers from the runoff-flooded street.
So many round the world are feeling Fall.
For people in the southwest of the States
Who water lawns & endless shop the malls,
Enjoy the A/C till day’s heat abates.
The way it often goes as Summer leaves,
When trick-or-tricking on All Hallow’s Eve.
My bedding stripped down to a single sheet,
With two fans at cross purpose in the room.
Warm currents twisting overhead that meet,
Both rain upon my scantie’s print of bloom.
A silhouette of sweat shows off my form
Upon the mattress as I soak the sheet.
I beg your pardon I was misinformed,
It’s truckers from the runoff-flooded street.
So many round the world are feeling Fall.
For people in the southwest of the States
Who water lawns & endless shop the malls,
Enjoy the A/C till day’s heat abates.
The way it often goes as Summer leaves,
When trick-or-tricking on All Hallow’s Eve.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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Rockhollow's breath
Life is an abundant thing -
in all ways,
the spoils are bountiful depending upon how you pay your Gods.
Down in the 'Hollow it comes with walking,
by dusk,
as moths flutter out of shelters from light
and I do the same,
clothe -
take in the splendor of years on years of labouring.
She, sweet scabious, wafts on a soft,
cooling breeze,
morning glory opens - deep, plummy
and contrary.
She, Creeping Jenny, dresses the paths, with permission
as seeds scatter upon bare soil beds.
Swarms of crickets create a cacophony of sound -
echinops attracts late dwellers,
salvias engage night's shade
and I engage with you, as your living rests heavy against my living.
Globe artichokes create skeletons, promises of Summer's tiring.
A frog hops beyond the ponds safe bank,
and those crickets,
oh,
those crickets!
There's crow upon the aerial, her song echoes, wizened, so full of tales.
The die back is coming -
I see it
in the raspberry canes, the self heal, the chard,
I see it in the anemone, the blueberry, the hollyhocks,
I see it in the whole picture, setting in
hues of brown and grey
I am overwhelmingly grateful for this place,
here
in such wholeness,
in such life.
in all ways,
the spoils are bountiful depending upon how you pay your Gods.
Down in the 'Hollow it comes with walking,
by dusk,
as moths flutter out of shelters from light
and I do the same,
clothe -
take in the splendor of years on years of labouring.
She, sweet scabious, wafts on a soft,
cooling breeze,
morning glory opens - deep, plummy
and contrary.
She, Creeping Jenny, dresses the paths, with permission
as seeds scatter upon bare soil beds.
Swarms of crickets create a cacophony of sound -
echinops attracts late dwellers,
salvias engage night's shade
and I engage with you, as your living rests heavy against my living.
Globe artichokes create skeletons, promises of Summer's tiring.
A frog hops beyond the ponds safe bank,
and those crickets,
oh,
those crickets!
There's crow upon the aerial, her song echoes, wizened, so full of tales.
The die back is coming -
I see it
in the raspberry canes, the self heal, the chard,
I see it in the anemone, the blueberry, the hollyhocks,
I see it in the whole picture, setting in
hues of brown and grey
I am overwhelmingly grateful for this place,
here
in such wholeness,
in such life.
Written by ImperfectedStone
(The Gardener)
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Mid September
Geese fly in
a V shape
across an
endless
aqua sky,
broken only
by the stain
of trees in the
blue distance
Meadows of
wild daisies
and goldenrod
moved by the
wings of
stinging
creatures
Georgian
chants of crickets
droning...
...the end of
summer
...the end of
summer
...the end of
all things
Written by buddhakitty
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Anonymous
As With All Things
I found two newborn
rabbits
eating in the garden; they
startled and fumbled on their new legs
in opposite directions.
I caught one, and it let me pet it
before
I set it back with its sibling.
I said to them:
“Don’t you know it’s August, and
the wind shall surely blow? You
are out of season.”
They blinked their bottomless black eyes
inquiring
if I knew that the sea was still calling, and
that I should answer it.
Why yes—the sea calls all the time, and
so do thunderheads, and outdoor markets.
I asked the rabbits if they saw the trees, readying
to shrug off their leaves, and if
they felt the coolness of nights, slipping in—
They twitched their noses and replied
that the train horn, sounds much clearer
this time of year.
I agreed, and bid them adieu—
have your fill of my flowers, find
shelter, and
your mother.
We parted ways, and
as with all things, we
are out of season at times.
I shant forget them.
New Term (summertime ends)
Ice cream wrapper blown
All christmass presents now quite worn
And skate board edges scrubbed and torn
The summer thunder laughs and cackles
Spots of rain dimes downward splatter
Humidity so close and so much hotter
Cold shoulder of the dew its mantle damp
Sun blind of the drivers visor jammed
The air con gives up with a bang
A weather vane of shorter days
The promises that cooled of passions staid
Memories perfumes shout a last horray
The new term it is that unmarked page
To grow. not fit clothes floor jumble laid
Fade of colours worn and now degrade
For that solar gain is ebbing
The old term dying on its knees and begging
Kicked out by other seasons now ascending
Crisp and bright come the new assembly
Alarm bells of changed identity
The shed its increment it slews to autumns plenty
A syllabus of midsummer nights and dreams
Theatre seats in the footlights beams
That jaded playwright the summers ending scenes
All christmass presents now quite worn
And skate board edges scrubbed and torn
The summer thunder laughs and cackles
Spots of rain dimes downward splatter
Humidity so close and so much hotter
Cold shoulder of the dew its mantle damp
Sun blind of the drivers visor jammed
The air con gives up with a bang
A weather vane of shorter days
The promises that cooled of passions staid
Memories perfumes shout a last horray
The new term it is that unmarked page
To grow. not fit clothes floor jumble laid
Fade of colours worn and now degrade
For that solar gain is ebbing
The old term dying on its knees and begging
Kicked out by other seasons now ascending
Crisp and bright come the new assembly
Alarm bells of changed identity
The shed its increment it slews to autumns plenty
A syllabus of midsummer nights and dreams
Theatre seats in the footlights beams
That jaded playwright the summers ending scenes
Written by slipalong
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Sounds of Summer
I sit and reminisce
of all the memories made,
in a state of sorrow
as summer starts to fade.
So many things I'm going to miss
I don't know where to begin,
it's a few short month of happiness
that i wish would never end.
It has its own rhythm
its own kind of beat,
the sound of children laughing
running in their bare feet.
Shorts so short
tan skins all aglow,
its the season of sin
in case you didn't know.
The heat consumes you
u lose all inhibitions,
on a blanket under the stars
with carnal intentions.
The smell of chlorine
as the water glistens,
the honeysuckles call your name
you need only to listen.
Lazy days
front porch swingin',
late night bonfires
sweet tea sippin'.
Radio up
windows rolled down,
nowhere to go
just riding around town.
Dear sweet summer
I wish you could stay,
but I know you will be back
the month after May.
of all the memories made,
in a state of sorrow
as summer starts to fade.
So many things I'm going to miss
I don't know where to begin,
it's a few short month of happiness
that i wish would never end.
It has its own rhythm
its own kind of beat,
the sound of children laughing
running in their bare feet.
Shorts so short
tan skins all aglow,
its the season of sin
in case you didn't know.
The heat consumes you
u lose all inhibitions,
on a blanket under the stars
with carnal intentions.
The smell of chlorine
as the water glistens,
the honeysuckles call your name
you need only to listen.
Lazy days
front porch swingin',
late night bonfires
sweet tea sippin'.
Radio up
windows rolled down,
nowhere to go
just riding around town.
Dear sweet summer
I wish you could stay,
but I know you will be back
the month after May.
Written by Addi82
(Addi)
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