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Poetry competition CLOSED 7th October 2019 9:10pm
WINNER
wallyroo92
wallyroo92
Narcissistic-ally Speaking
Poetry Contest Description
Give me the best thoughts of you loving yourself and youre the shit, poetically....
Need to have a MOD make 18 and older please! Thanks!
Be real
Do not hold back
Make me believe you really are the fucking best and you do deeply love yourself
Make this piece rhyme
Must be new
No collabs
Not too long yall know why
( i may have to write my own, hot damn!)
OOOH I cant wait! GO!
Be real
Do not hold back
Make me believe you really are the fucking best and you do deeply love yourself
Make this piece rhyme
Must be new
No collabs
Not too long yall know why
( i may have to write my own, hot damn!)
OOOH I cant wait! GO!
Between S And N Is I
The corners you now cower in I know them all too well.
Tis there I wait and have so since the moment when I fell.
Idle hands count not the cost there squandered priceless time.
Then in your lost and desperate way together we’ll find mine.
I am the thought you’ve keep forgiven upon each times return.
Foolishly the lesson’s lost, doomed till once again it’s learned.
Common senses different breed morphs wrong till seeming rite.
Rulers followed in my steps my shadow passed for light.
Hostage by there wants and needs and tumid bound desire.
Till vises pass for higher virtues where the truth is but a liar.
I’m not a dream that owns the night though I lurk with in your sleep.
I’m not a wish that’s thought away for in each I’m buried deep.
I’m not that voice you sometimes hear but you’ve listened for my call.
I’m not that feeling that quivers the soul and makes it’s flesh to crawl.
For the goodness that I’ve made ‘tis a wicked means to feel
Pleasures price is how I’m served in time you’ll take the deal.
Written by midevil
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Wally Behind Bars
Writing live from an unknown location (and no not a prison),
Risen out of this prism ready to spill some euphemisms,
Wally is behind bars lit with cigars firing off shooting stars,
So you better keep up and listen to the colloquialisms.
Sit back, have a drink of this ink I think you’ll read and maybe like,
Like an open mic night it might just feel right to get up and fight,
But like an empathic telepathic I’ll make a prediction,
You’re going to leisurely follow me then swallow all my diction.
I know I don’t have to rhyme every time I write a simple line,
But my mind finds fine field mines of explosive vocabularies,
Hell I still stutter when I utter the words recalling my prime,
Thumbing through those thesauruses and thick dictionaries.
So lean over and lend me your ear, I fear it may go too fast,
I’ll blast off with a bang, with the band, witness and please take the stand,
Can’t hang with the slang? I got news for you, this noose will be too tight,
You may lose and bruise yourself then probably need a helping hand.
Want to get your rocks off? This grammar pops when my hammer drops,
Posting potent pondering poems and pouring portent pulsing prose,
It’ll knock your socks off, the rhythm’s hypnotic maybe even erotic,
Titillating and calculating but it’s the way I compose.
I grit it and fit it, I’ll stomp through a comp then admit it,
But in the E.R. I’ll still spar, ill with it till I spit it,
The heat on this beat might catch fire I may just lit it,
This bitty ditty is like a quickie when I hit it and quit it.
Risen out of this prism ready to spill some euphemisms,
Wally is behind bars lit with cigars firing off shooting stars,
So you better keep up and listen to the colloquialisms.
Sit back, have a drink of this ink I think you’ll read and maybe like,
Like an open mic night it might just feel right to get up and fight,
But like an empathic telepathic I’ll make a prediction,
You’re going to leisurely follow me then swallow all my diction.
I know I don’t have to rhyme every time I write a simple line,
But my mind finds fine field mines of explosive vocabularies,
Hell I still stutter when I utter the words recalling my prime,
Thumbing through those thesauruses and thick dictionaries.
So lean over and lend me your ear, I fear it may go too fast,
I’ll blast off with a bang, with the band, witness and please take the stand,
Can’t hang with the slang? I got news for you, this noose will be too tight,
You may lose and bruise yourself then probably need a helping hand.
Want to get your rocks off? This grammar pops when my hammer drops,
Posting potent pondering poems and pouring portent pulsing prose,
It’ll knock your socks off, the rhythm’s hypnotic maybe even erotic,
Titillating and calculating but it’s the way I compose.
I grit it and fit it, I’ll stomp through a comp then admit it,
But in the E.R. I’ll still spar, ill with it till I spit it,
The heat on this beat might catch fire I may just lit it,
This bitty ditty is like a quickie when I hit it and quit it.
Written by wallyroo92
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