Poetry competition CLOSED 19th November 2019 4:55pm
WINNER
snugglebuck
snugglebuck
RUNNER-UP:
Jade-Pandora
The groomer and his prize
Poetry Contest Description
Help me send a message or two!
I don't think I did this comp right. I wanted a collect a thread of poems to describe the evils of grooming to sheltered and confused children who have been been kidnapped multiple times by a bad man who uses religion to do things no father of a "youth pastor" who plays Boy Scout leader should do.
Like slandering and badmouthing parents
Lies about what camping trips really are going to be
Trying to destroy family relationships
And exchange them for secrets
Two poems, one heart
One for a runaway boy
One to rage at a fart
Like slandering and badmouthing parents
Lies about what camping trips really are going to be
Trying to destroy family relationships
And exchange them for secrets
Two poems, one heart
One for a runaway boy
One to rage at a fart
🎶Hear the Music 🎶
Hear the music?
The pier piper is plying his trade
Playing songs to lure children away
With lyrics that promise
Candy and trinkets
But don't laugh at the sight
Of this children's parade
For the pied piper may play a tune
For your little ones someday!
Polluted
Those summer days
Seem so distant now
Since innocence was polluted
No devil in appearance
A sinister chameleon
Everyone’s favourite uncle
A jovial soul
Yet the darkness behind the smile
Was always there
Could be smelled in his sewer breath
Tainted bloodlines
The poisonous heart
Of a deceptive corrupter
Tasting tears of the young ones
Under the façade of comforting
The bitter cold of your touch
Burning pain
The dirty guilty secret
That was forced in reality
Gave little respite in the nightmares to come
Seem so distant now
Since innocence was polluted
No devil in appearance
A sinister chameleon
Everyone’s favourite uncle
A jovial soul
Yet the darkness behind the smile
Was always there
Could be smelled in his sewer breath
Tainted bloodlines
The poisonous heart
Of a deceptive corrupter
Tasting tears of the young ones
Under the façade of comforting
The bitter cold of your touch
Burning pain
The dirty guilty secret
That was forced in reality
Gave little respite in the nightmares to come
Written by AspergerPoet56
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A Message to Joey🐞
Hello my son in Heaven sent,
I know you’re watching over me.
It wasn’t long ago you were
Your mother’s little boy-to-be.
I hope, my son betwixt the stars,
There’s lots to learn & be and do
To be the very best you are.
It’s this I wish to ask of you.
You hear my tears do you my son,
How this poor heart of mine is lost.
An angel came to take you home,
To be with God at any cost.
But this is where I see so clear;
Within a void there lives a world
That hides till innocence is near,
It lures in with tight fingers curl’d.
Enticed with promises, the young,
The treats of candy & sweet words.
A veil of death from honeyed tongue
A stolen child has never heard.
Now will it be, come close my son,
We haven’t any time to lose.
I’ll tell you of the horn’ed ones,
Fake angels, terror on the loose.
Put Heaven sent on high alert,
And all the little ones like you;
A driving force nothing can hurt!
Your Father will know what to do.
A holy army, rank and file,
To stealthy go amidst the beast.
And whisper every evil vile:
On shrivel’d testies will we feast!
To watch as cage doors fly away,
As children groom’d for sex spill out
Into the arms of angels’ flight,
Till every bless’ed one is home!
I know you’re watching over me.
It wasn’t long ago you were
Your mother’s little boy-to-be.
I hope, my son betwixt the stars,
There’s lots to learn & be and do
To be the very best you are.
It’s this I wish to ask of you.
You hear my tears do you my son,
How this poor heart of mine is lost.
An angel came to take you home,
To be with God at any cost.
But this is where I see so clear;
Within a void there lives a world
That hides till innocence is near,
It lures in with tight fingers curl’d.
Enticed with promises, the young,
The treats of candy & sweet words.
A veil of death from honeyed tongue
A stolen child has never heard.
Now will it be, come close my son,
We haven’t any time to lose.
I’ll tell you of the horn’ed ones,
Fake angels, terror on the loose.
Put Heaven sent on high alert,
And all the little ones like you;
A driving force nothing can hurt!
Your Father will know what to do.
A holy army, rank and file,
To stealthy go amidst the beast.
And whisper every evil vile:
On shrivel’d testies will we feast!
To watch as cage doors fly away,
As children groom’d for sex spill out
Into the arms of angels’ flight,
Till every bless’ed one is home!
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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Anonymous
Message to My Future Husband/Life Partner
Please be patient with me as I still
Try to find the right light to follow.
Some days it feels as if all the thrill
Has left my body and as I swallow
Every breath, sometimes the poison
Has entered as an unwanted guest.
I know and realize you are chosen
For me only. Others have undressed
Me in the hopes of finding gold, but
I know you will find it in my eyes and
My heart. Every guy now is just a rut
Or temporary until you and I stand
On common ground together. You
Will find me when you least expect
It. I still beg you to have patience to
Last a lifetime. Others have wrecked
My spirit and treated my body with
No tenderness, but you will treat me
The way I deserve. You cherish the pith
Of who I am. It is on your bended knee
That you promise a future. It is when
You meet me at the end of the aisle that
You promise to love me all over again.
We will be in a life that is no longer flat.
Try to find the right light to follow.
Some days it feels as if all the thrill
Has left my body and as I swallow
Every breath, sometimes the poison
Has entered as an unwanted guest.
I know and realize you are chosen
For me only. Others have undressed
Me in the hopes of finding gold, but
I know you will find it in my eyes and
My heart. Every guy now is just a rut
Or temporary until you and I stand
On common ground together. You
Will find me when you least expect
It. I still beg you to have patience to
Last a lifetime. Others have wrecked
My spirit and treated my body with
No tenderness, but you will treat me
The way I deserve. You cherish the pith
Of who I am. It is on your bended knee
That you promise a future. It is when
You meet me at the end of the aisle that
You promise to love me all over again.
We will be in a life that is no longer flat.
Written by eswaller
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The double sided coin
Where in the dark corners
Is someone lurking, an evil nerd
A malevolence dressed with pretty words
And charm so well adorned
Surfing all the chatrooms
Looking for a prey
At the ready night or day
The evening and the afternoon
Ready whith the comb and brush
A gratification of a hidden key
Of our small secrets, shared to keep
Expose a patch of pinkish flesh
A friend, an understanding ear
To smooth the lies and traps
The fiend with the pull, elastic snap
Reveal a little more my dear
I have an older friend
Of whom I have just so much trust
An uncle tumble such fun stuff
And bring a toy, you'd like him mend
But come alone
He is shy, like you my dearest friend
The double click. the groom its feited end
And every innocence was blown
The obverse side
To bring an end to life's nightmares
He that squared round peg
A personality of just fractured dregs
Revenge for those that didn't care
And baited him relentlessly
The butt that always reappears
Cruel thumb screws applied by all his peers
An answer manifests with, she
Nice children born of loving seed
Soft centres taken from the chocolate box
destroyed how sick that paradox
Ruined future without any heed
He or she the coin you toss
One side bright
The day, the nights
Side is the dark emboss
Is someone lurking, an evil nerd
A malevolence dressed with pretty words
And charm so well adorned
Surfing all the chatrooms
Looking for a prey
At the ready night or day
The evening and the afternoon
Ready whith the comb and brush
A gratification of a hidden key
Of our small secrets, shared to keep
Expose a patch of pinkish flesh
A friend, an understanding ear
To smooth the lies and traps
The fiend with the pull, elastic snap
Reveal a little more my dear
I have an older friend
Of whom I have just so much trust
An uncle tumble such fun stuff
And bring a toy, you'd like him mend
But come alone
He is shy, like you my dearest friend
The double click. the groom its feited end
And every innocence was blown
The obverse side
To bring an end to life's nightmares
He that squared round peg
A personality of just fractured dregs
Revenge for those that didn't care
And baited him relentlessly
The butt that always reappears
Cruel thumb screws applied by all his peers
An answer manifests with, she
Nice children born of loving seed
Soft centres taken from the chocolate box
destroyed how sick that paradox
Ruined future without any heed
He or she the coin you toss
One side bright
The day, the nights
Side is the dark emboss
Written by slipalong
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Wow, slipalong, and eswaller! You guys seriously have my attention with really meaty ink.
Seriously, everybody responding is like a deep, thirst quenching well, for a little boy's thirst. When the child becomes a man, his reflection will appear.
In the meantime we need little poetic buckets for a shallow drink from a shorter grasp.
Since everybody has at least one more poem to write. Try writing for an 8th grader with a very sheltered mind. One who might laugh at the idea of a "human predator" as a tin foil hat concept... but it is no wild conspiracy theory. Men prey on one another.
This argument can be won by adults with bold pens! I promised a little man i would prove that the other adults stand with me.
I added a week! Please all, try again!
Seriously, everybody responding is like a deep, thirst quenching well, for a little boy's thirst. When the child becomes a man, his reflection will appear.
In the meantime we need little poetic buckets for a shallow drink from a shorter grasp.
Since everybody has at least one more poem to write. Try writing for an 8th grader with a very sheltered mind. One who might laugh at the idea of a "human predator" as a tin foil hat concept... but it is no wild conspiracy theory. Men prey on one another.
This argument can be won by adults with bold pens! I promised a little man i would prove that the other adults stand with me.
I added a week! Please all, try again!
slipalong said:I will delete it then. the comp guidelines it seemed the goalposts have moved !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! what if they move again
I would not delete it.
I own my mistake.
I think you are a winner for writing a fantastic entry.
Two poems are called for. Yours fits the broadest definition of the second one. Thanks for participating! ❤️
I would not delete it.
I own my mistake.
I think you are a winner for writing a fantastic entry.
Two poems are called for. Yours fits the broadest definition of the second one. Thanks for participating! ❤️
