Poetry competition CLOSED 21st January 2020 11:19pm
WINNER
cobralips (Abbey)
cobralips (Abbey)
New Member of the Month – January 2020
Poetry Contest Description
New Member of the Month Feature!
Poetry Contest Description
New Member of the Month Feature!
Welcome to "New Member of the Month" to be featured in the DUP 'New Member of the Month Hall of Fame', sponsored by Tallen.
You have 3 weeks to nominate Your favorite poems from a NEW DUP poet - someone who has been a member for no more than six months.
To locate New Members simply click on 'Poems' > *Latest Poems > Sort Poems > New Members! Thanks to Umm for the image and helping us old people out!
Please note the following when making nominations:
1. Self nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme. This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.
2. Until this comp is established, there is no limit to nominations; however, you can't nominate more than one poem per individual new member. *****
3. No DUPLICATES. If someone nominates the same poem the entry will be deleted. If you like it that much wait and vote for it!
4. Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.
5. Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to the win will be automatically disqualified.
6. One win per member per calendar year ( 12 months ).
7. All nominators must notify their nominees of nominations.
Any nominated member who wishes to opt out of the competition may do so by messaging me. I will contact the person who nominated you and request an alternate nomination.
Nomination Duration is two weeks followed by a week of site voting!
Current Winners:
November 2019: LunaGreyhawk
December 2019: Rachel_Lauren
New Beginning
This time
is not like the last time—
this time
we are apologizing
for our wrongs—
this time
we will not fight
to be right.
This time
we are listening
to how we feel—
this time
we are acting our age.
This time
Is different
because this time
we are not the same we
as the last time—
you are not the same him;
and
I am not the same she.
This time
we can just be us
together.
No one will ask
to change who we are
because this time
is a new beginning
for us both;
and, we are here
to help each other grow.
Stand tall darling—
I'll show you the real meaning
of showering someone
with love.
is not like the last time—
this time
we are apologizing
for our wrongs—
this time
we will not fight
to be right.
This time
we are listening
to how we feel—
this time
we are acting our age.
This time
Is different
because this time
we are not the same we
as the last time—
you are not the same him;
and
I am not the same she.
This time
we can just be us
together.
No one will ask
to change who we are
because this time
is a new beginning
for us both;
and, we are here
to help each other grow.
Stand tall darling—
I'll show you the real meaning
of showering someone
with love.
Written by Northern_Panic
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Autumn Spell
In the cloak of autumn,
A silhouette adorned in gold
Bound to no one
Bows to the old ones
Saying,
"I think we've met".
She glides among the willows
Whose branches are marionettes
Whispering tales of
Royal daughters and sons.
The rivers are silent and still
Like the checkered daffodil,
Waiting for the wintertide to subside,
Making way for the nymphs of spring
To upswing with laughter and pride,
Giving life.
Warily she tiptoes
Down the crossroads
That no one knows,
Leaving golden leaves behind.
A silhouette adorned in gold
Bound to no one
Bows to the old ones
Saying,
"I think we've met".
She glides among the willows
Whose branches are marionettes
Whispering tales of
Royal daughters and sons.
The rivers are silent and still
Like the checkered daffodil,
Waiting for the wintertide to subside,
Making way for the nymphs of spring
To upswing with laughter and pride,
Giving life.
Warily she tiptoes
Down the crossroads
That no one knows,
Leaving golden leaves behind.
Written by cobralips
(Abbey)
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Natural Completion
Your soul brings mine to life like water to a flower.
Your whispers on my skin make me shiver like a cool evening breeze.
Your hands caress over me like water running in a stream.
Your kisses make me melt like ice in a shower of rain.
Your presence wraps around me like a blanket of stars watching over me.
Your arms keep me safe and guide me like the soft glowing moonlight flickering through the shadows.
Your love fills my heart with light that keeps growing like the rising sun.
All that you are completes me so perfectly like the setting sun on dusk.
Your whispers on my skin make me shiver like a cool evening breeze.
Your hands caress over me like water running in a stream.
Your kisses make me melt like ice in a shower of rain.
Your presence wraps around me like a blanket of stars watching over me.
Your arms keep me safe and guide me like the soft glowing moonlight flickering through the shadows.
Your love fills my heart with light that keeps growing like the rising sun.
All that you are completes me so perfectly like the setting sun on dusk.
Written by Countygal
(Wh1skeysTeacup)
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Related submission no longer exists.
picking-satchel of blackberry stained patterns
pheasants and partridge rise
through coppice and hedgerow gapes,
boroughs of brush, terrified flowers
and abandoned nests,
‘fore the shotgun escapes.
from wiry snares and tweeded capes
their eastern sunned curtain’d drapes
in oleander bursts of shot
in the mornings wake
I awake.
Esteemed fox-bait in style they recommend
Its gone: they are gone.
Their pat has gone.
Jinn of buckthorn makes
a cider so strong, its drunken stings: in the fields the furrows made
made so deep no man can escape
deeply, and deeply I wish, I wish; I list the crops,
the rotation-systems and where the water lakes
in the rain - in flooded stubborn pools.
I drain, abstain, I want to be coming to
a last leaf; a blackberry feather and crane of head
reaching through for last of season’s fruit,
grappling hawthorn as it pricks the palm
where the rising suns reflects
off bloodied black bark
and these hands’ blackberry stains.
through coppice and hedgerow gapes,
boroughs of brush, terrified flowers
and abandoned nests,
‘fore the shotgun escapes.
from wiry snares and tweeded capes
their eastern sunned curtain’d drapes
in oleander bursts of shot
in the mornings wake
I awake.
Esteemed fox-bait in style they recommend
Its gone: they are gone.
Their pat has gone.
Jinn of buckthorn makes
a cider so strong, its drunken stings: in the fields the furrows made
made so deep no man can escape
deeply, and deeply I wish, I wish; I list the crops,
the rotation-systems and where the water lakes
in the rain - in flooded stubborn pools.
I drain, abstain, I want to be coming to
a last leaf; a blackberry feather and crane of head
reaching through for last of season’s fruit,
grappling hawthorn as it pricks the palm
where the rising suns reflects
off bloodied black bark
and these hands’ blackberry stains.
Written by fields_broke
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Clew Bay
In the tide that pushes time
Onto shores of lost convictions
Drowning in their pissed filled pride
With the sinners and contradictions
Sink like the stone
That you casted as a penance
Go hypocrites with your politics
Dive deep for your forgiveness
Go Grab the tail of the rolling sun
Burn your hand with all its stains
Then take them to the waters
The healing waters of Clew Bay
Onto shores of lost convictions
Drowning in their pissed filled pride
With the sinners and contradictions
Sink like the stone
That you casted as a penance
Go hypocrites with your politics
Dive deep for your forgiveness
Go Grab the tail of the rolling sun
Burn your hand with all its stains
Then take them to the waters
The healing waters of Clew Bay
Written by Vferry
(vpf)
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The Epiphany
There’s beauty in deception and vileness in authenticity.
Your arms around me at night, the empty space next to me in the morning.
It was never your deception that shattered my inhibitions,
Never a fabrication, never a falsity that you uttered.
You were authentic from the beginning, never faltering.
What we had was a season of passion, unbridled and unashamed.
But seasons end, and the autumn of our love turned into the dead of winter.
Your heart was frozen from the beginning, but your embrace warmed my soul.
Your hands all over my body, making me feel alive.
You sparked a flame inside of me that I never knew existed
An existence I wish I had never known.
No, it was never your deception that turned me into the shell I am today,
It was mine.
In the night I feel you creeping in my soul
Lurking in the shadows of what I used to know.
Then daylight breaks and I’m sleeping again with your ghost.
What a bittersweet epiphany.
Your arms around me at night, the empty space next to me in the morning.
It was never your deception that shattered my inhibitions,
Never a fabrication, never a falsity that you uttered.
You were authentic from the beginning, never faltering.
What we had was a season of passion, unbridled and unashamed.
But seasons end, and the autumn of our love turned into the dead of winter.
Your heart was frozen from the beginning, but your embrace warmed my soul.
Your hands all over my body, making me feel alive.
You sparked a flame inside of me that I never knew existed
An existence I wish I had never known.
No, it was never your deception that turned me into the shell I am today,
It was mine.
In the night I feel you creeping in my soul
Lurking in the shadows of what I used to know.
Then daylight breaks and I’m sleeping again with your ghost.
What a bittersweet epiphany.
Written by Nicole96
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THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE ATTIC
"There's something in the attic,"
"What could it be?"
I hear scratching,
And it's really scaring me...
"There's something in the attic,"
"What could it be?"
I'm by myself,
The it, I don't want to hear or see...
"There's something in the attic,"
"What could it be?"
I hear walking,
Is it stuck and wants to be Free?...
"There's something in the attic",
"What could it be?"
Is it an animal a raccoon, opossum, rat or...
Maybe.....
Maybe.....
Maybe.....
"There's something in the attic,"
"What could it be?"
"Wait the sounds stopped!???
That is strange, it was loud and now lucidity...
"There was something in the attic,"
It's now a mystery...
"No, it wasn't a figment or a dream?"...
"Was it a ghost?"
Looking..........
searching............
Wailing.............
Lurking............
......................
......................
FOR NANCY............
Author by Nancy Rdz LL
November 13th 2017
"What could it be?"
I hear scratching,
And it's really scaring me...
"There's something in the attic,"
"What could it be?"
I'm by myself,
The it, I don't want to hear or see...
"There's something in the attic,"
"What could it be?"
I hear walking,
Is it stuck and wants to be Free?...
"There's something in the attic",
"What could it be?"
Is it an animal a raccoon, opossum, rat or...
Maybe.....
Maybe.....
Maybe.....
"There's something in the attic,"
"What could it be?"
"Wait the sounds stopped!???
That is strange, it was loud and now lucidity...
"There was something in the attic,"
It's now a mystery...
"No, it wasn't a figment or a dream?"...
"Was it a ghost?"
Looking..........
searching............
Wailing.............
Lurking............
......................
......................
FOR NANCY............
Author by Nancy Rdz LL
November 13th 2017
Written by NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
(WRITER LYRICIST ARTIST)
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