Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd January 2020 2:14am
WINNER
EdibleWords
EdibleWords
RUNNERS-UP:
SatInUGal
and AspergerPoet56
Show us your darkness
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Only new dark poems about the trials and injustices of life. Two poems max per poet.
All styles accepted. Spoken word is preferable but not mandatory. One week. Only new dark poems about the trials and injustices of life. Put your souls out raw.
Bleed With Me
Two demons found each other
parasites upon our auras
Yours found the worst in me
or was it - a conspiracy?
I'd never hurt you
never!
Despite this truth
when we're together
we bleed these days
as much as ever
It's not you that triggers me
I'm sure I'm not attacking you...
Yet funny little words like bees
sting our souls with great malease
Worst of all the two of us
will never see it coming
Yet I insist we take the risk
Come here
sit
and bleed with me
parasites upon our auras
Yours found the worst in me
or was it - a conspiracy?
I'd never hurt you
never!
Despite this truth
when we're together
we bleed these days
as much as ever
It's not you that triggers me
I'm sure I'm not attacking you...
Yet funny little words like bees
sting our souls with great malease
Worst of all the two of us
will never see it coming
Yet I insist we take the risk
Come here
sit
and bleed with me
Written by EdibleWords
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Spineless
We in our community's
we don't really
give a shit
about the kids
about the grooming
about the rapes
about the beatings
that they take
speaking pious words
is it not
such a shame
convincing yourself
it's the police
their to blame
when you hear
about children
in our community's
who have died
in unbelievable
fear and pain
we don't really
give a shit
about what happened
to kids
snatched
off our streets
human rights
for the ones
who done the deed
group hug
a little cry
back to the tv
We in our community's
we don't really
give a shit
about the kids
about the grooming
about the rapes
about the beatings
that they take
speaking pious words
is it not
such a shame
convincing yourself
it's the police
their to blame
when you hear
about children
in our community's
who have died
in unbelievable
fear and pain
we don't really
give a shit
about what happened
to kids
snatched
off our streets
human rights
for the ones
who done the deed
group hug
a little cry
back to the tv
My Demon
This demon in me
Is no dormant creature
If it exists at all
Then he lives through whispers
Like secret messages
Tapped over the airwaves
The words pulse
Straight to my brain
He knows my weakness
Constant reminders of failure
There’s no peaceful retreat
From the mental assault
In nightmares
I see the glint in red eyes
The glint of cold hard steel
About to slice skin
I’m sure if I bled
That would never be enough
A slow torturous death
His only satisfaction
I’m the number he calls
Promising relief from the noise
A broken joker
He feds his lies to
Needs my pain
Wants me to beg
Crawl for mercy
His game his rules
Just the puppet
To his sick fantasy
A blackened soul
Who loves misery
Is no dormant creature
If it exists at all
Then he lives through whispers
Like secret messages
Tapped over the airwaves
The words pulse
Straight to my brain
He knows my weakness
Constant reminders of failure
There’s no peaceful retreat
From the mental assault
In nightmares
I see the glint in red eyes
The glint of cold hard steel
About to slice skin
I’m sure if I bled
That would never be enough
A slow torturous death
His only satisfaction
I’m the number he calls
Promising relief from the noise
A broken joker
He feds his lies to
Needs my pain
Wants me to beg
Crawl for mercy
His game his rules
Just the puppet
To his sick fantasy
A blackened soul
Who loves misery
Written by AspergerPoet56
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My Dark
Between the stars
The image of my soul
Yang: consumed
Why cover my nose when I hunt for penguins? It's the only part of me that's true!
The cheapest ink, I soil the coastline, and find no trouble when I close my eyes to sleep
Before the T.V shines it's light, the candid canvas casts its character
No words yet has God spoken. His silence bares my name
THIS is what I am
Do not poison me with positivity
Do not encourage me with your warming glow
As I am is how I shall remain
Until all I see, is me
The image of my soul
Yang: consumed
Why cover my nose when I hunt for penguins? It's the only part of me that's true!
The cheapest ink, I soil the coastline, and find no trouble when I close my eyes to sleep
Before the T.V shines it's light, the candid canvas casts its character
No words yet has God spoken. His silence bares my name
THIS is what I am
Do not poison me with positivity
Do not encourage me with your warming glow
As I am is how I shall remain
Until all I see, is me
Written by Benzy_420
(BTheW)
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50-50-90
Demons swimming
But i hide them well
Put on my happy face
As i go into the world
Look at me
Everything's great i tell them
Even though
Deep inside i know its not
What they don't see is me
The 3 hours it took to tell myself its okay
You'll be fine
They are going to be waiting for you again
If you don't just
OPEN THE F@#KING DOOR AND GO
Why is it so hard
To put on this costume of joy and happiness
Why can't i believe what others do
Why can't i see what other's see
Because what they believe is what I lead them to see
Because what they see is what I want them to believe
It's the me i want to be deep inside
But I just can't seem to find the way to get there
There is no f@#king map
No GPS hollering to turn right in a 1/2 mile
I am at a constant fork in the road
Taking the wrong way each time
Hoping it is going to get lighter as I travel
But it Never Does
You See the two paths does not equal a 50% chance of choosing the right one
It does not work that way with me
For me its always 50-50-90
If there is a 50% Chance to choose the right path
and 50% chance to choose the wrong one
I always have a 90% chance to choose the wrong one
But this is what keeps me going
That little tiny 10%
You see there is a chance
That someday
Somewhere
I will pick the right one
My darkness will fade slowly to light and I can face the world feeling the way they see me
That's what its all about right?
that tiny chance
is still a chance
its what i got
but until then i have my costume
and a 10% chance to make it
But i hide them well
Put on my happy face
As i go into the world
Look at me
Everything's great i tell them
Even though
Deep inside i know its not
What they don't see is me
The 3 hours it took to tell myself its okay
You'll be fine
They are going to be waiting for you again
If you don't just
OPEN THE F@#KING DOOR AND GO
Why is it so hard
To put on this costume of joy and happiness
Why can't i believe what others do
Why can't i see what other's see
Because what they believe is what I lead them to see
Because what they see is what I want them to believe
It's the me i want to be deep inside
But I just can't seem to find the way to get there
There is no f@#king map
No GPS hollering to turn right in a 1/2 mile
I am at a constant fork in the road
Taking the wrong way each time
Hoping it is going to get lighter as I travel
But it Never Does
You See the two paths does not equal a 50% chance of choosing the right one
It does not work that way with me
For me its always 50-50-90
If there is a 50% Chance to choose the right path
and 50% chance to choose the wrong one
I always have a 90% chance to choose the wrong one
But this is what keeps me going
That little tiny 10%
You see there is a chance
That someday
Somewhere
I will pick the right one
My darkness will fade slowly to light and I can face the world feeling the way they see me
That's what its all about right?
that tiny chance
is still a chance
its what i got
but until then i have my costume
and a 10% chance to make it
Written by Wh1skeySwagger
(Swagger)
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Bad Boyfriends Need Bad Girls
(To be a stupid Cupid for single Diplo and Sia)
You don't know me
but I'm on LSD
I don't know your
type
or if you two are
meant to be
BUT
Pardon me,
this bad poetry
needs to be
strongly filth
See we have
some bad, bad
sad boyfriends
Boys who can't
get simple
geometry
off their steamy
big head brains
Not even for a good girl
who needs a good lover
Keeping his mental
noodles to himself
Silly babies
you don't have rabies!
(You just need help,
Overactive Plumbers)
Bad bitches know
they don't want
good boys to chase
shoving them
into shallow graves
under their blankets
We wanna save
all that fine naughty
for the learning boys
The ones down on knees
who know when to say sorry
It's those gentle
barbarian
lover bees
So come on
bad bad boys
Don't just be alone
...hear me
You won't be sorry
You don't know me
but I'm on LSD
I don't know your
type
or if you two are
meant to be
BUT
Pardon me,
this bad poetry
needs to be
strongly filth
See we have
some bad, bad
sad boyfriends
Boys who can't
get simple
geometry
off their steamy
big head brains
Not even for a good girl
who needs a good lover
Keeping his mental
noodles to himself
Silly babies
you don't have rabies!
(You just need help,
Overactive Plumbers)
Bad bitches know
they don't want
good boys to chase
shoving them
into shallow graves
under their blankets
We wanna save
all that fine naughty
for the learning boys
The ones down on knees
who know when to say sorry
It's those gentle
barbarian
lover bees
So come on
bad bad boys
Don't just be alone
...hear me
You won't be sorry
Written by EdibleWords
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Too Late Suicide
I slit both wrists
and pray to God I drain slowly.
feel every vein in me
pump blood out of my body.
No fight left in me,
No reason to be,
So this is my last story.
I sit here,
legs stretched out in front of me
thinking of what life should be.
I'll use this forum of DU Poetry
To leave a piece of me.
I feel okay,
Just numb around wrist and the thumb.
My hearts beating a little fast
but nothing to be alarmed.
I've tried and failed and failed and tried, failed again
I'm just tired....
life hasn't been that good to me i must admit
It's gotten the best of me.
My head's feeling a little dizzy,
bare with me.
thoughts of all the things i should do instead of this,
Fuck my wrists hurt.
I took a minute to read
DUP's inspiring poems
and I must admit I'm inspired.
God, I feel so weak right now.
I've had a change of mind
I want to live
I want to try and see how best to turn my life around.
My eyes are shutting down.
IF yOu ArE rEaDinG tHiS nOw Just KnoW ThAt I
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and pray to God I drain slowly.
feel every vein in me
pump blood out of my body.
No fight left in me,
No reason to be,
So this is my last story.
I sit here,
legs stretched out in front of me
thinking of what life should be.
I'll use this forum of DU Poetry
To leave a piece of me.
I feel okay,
Just numb around wrist and the thumb.
My hearts beating a little fast
but nothing to be alarmed.
I've tried and failed and failed and tried, failed again
I'm just tired....
life hasn't been that good to me i must admit
It's gotten the best of me.
My head's feeling a little dizzy,
bare with me.
thoughts of all the things i should do instead of this,
Fuck my wrists hurt.
I took a minute to read
DUP's inspiring poems
and I must admit I'm inspired.
God, I feel so weak right now.
I've had a change of mind
I want to live
I want to try and see how best to turn my life around.
My eyes are shutting down.
IF yOu ArE rEaDinG tHiS nOw Just KnoW ThAt I
.......................................................................................................................................................................
Written by ClassyBird
(ClAsSyBiRdMeLlA)
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