Poetry competition CLOSED 28th March 2020 1:53am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
FEAR...without violence
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Controversity
Things that visit the bed in the darkness, something instant, it evoked childhood fears for me.
akocz
Mysterious fears emanate form this piece. intense images.
Taurek
That was too much for me, I don't speak for anyone but myself. sorry if my comments offend you. I was fearful. The imagery was frightening.
DoomMantra
Wow that was tense, glad I got to the end. The fear you expressed felt incredibly real.
Controversity
Things that visit the bed in the darkness, something instant, it evoked childhood fears for me.
akocz
Mysterious fears emanate form this piece. intense images.
Taurek
That was too much for me, I don't speak for anyone but myself. sorry if my comments offend you. I was fearful. The imagery was frightening.
DoomMantra
Wow that was tense, glad I got to the end. The fear you expressed felt incredibly real.
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cloventongue89
A powerful dive into the unknown realms of darkness.
A powerful dive into the unknown realms of darkness.
Curse of Hammurabi
Intensity surrounds this place
Discomfort that I can’t define
An aura that is borne of hate
A loathsome, vile demonic shrine
Nefarious filth linger here
Where decent folk can’t bear to tread
I'm terrorized by coffin’s bier
Or, is that just a desk, instead?
An evil minion rooks my fate—
Invoking Curse of Hammurabi
Intimidating as I wait
In line here, in my bank branch lobby!
Discomfort that I can’t define
An aura that is borne of hate
A loathsome, vile demonic shrine
Nefarious filth linger here
Where decent folk can’t bear to tread
I'm terrorized by coffin’s bier
Or, is that just a desk, instead?
An evil minion rooks my fate—
Invoking Curse of Hammurabi
Intimidating as I wait
In line here, in my bank branch lobby!
Written by ReggiePoet
(Reggie)
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Hypnoid Mortals Beyond Reproach
Graphic granite, ground into a fine
powder, mixed 1to1 with barium
and fluoride.
Artesian well, from the bottom
of the L.A.river pre-packaged in
decaying plastic becomes our
energy drink.
Injustice fed by piecemeal for the
followers, desperate and hungry.
What have we become?
A collection of hypnoid mortals
beyond reproach?
Ejected from our pattern, thrown
into preformed geometric shapes?
Laying ourselves down on sheets
of mica, our books no longer used, stacked high as a nightstand beside
our multidimensional mattress.
We sink into our psilocybin dreams the sleeper, who cheapens reality,
by ripping dull pages from glossy magazines, model lives leave no excuse, to pay attention.
Deceived and dazzled we build
furrows with broken collarbone's
a garden for mother earth.
Rabbits and hares run screaming,
for Alice to rescue those who have fallen deep, into the rabbit hole
Generations, their nescient behavior
ingrained, has produced scum covered fish eyes, that cast
a downward glance at poverty
While Farceur, incessantly pens
for the elite, scheduling rehearsals
for the next disaster, drawing out the next pawn, in their game of life.
Written by Valeriya
(Valeriya Long)
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https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/358062-i-bid-thee-worship-me/
Author's Note
Nyx is the primordial deity of the night. In Greek mythology, she predates even the Titans.
In The Darkest Corner
The air is growing thicker
with putrid intoxication
ominous of the unseen visages coming alive
And here I lie awake
in the darkest corner of this cave
as festering maggots try to crawl into my eye
But I am
more distraught and worried
about the abomination that comes ahead
Born of wrath and rage
like bastard pulsing afterbirth
immersed in a rabid viscera bled and bred
I hear it faintly
like gurgling needles from a jar
regurgitating icy slivers and bloody shards
it’s slowly approaching
with dragging footsteps
like emaciated dark figures without jaws
I can feel it
like painful cloacal exstrophy
seeping slowly from a hundred holes
I can sense it
watching without eyelids
hovering like dismembered pulsing souls
with putrid intoxication
ominous of the unseen visages coming alive
And here I lie awake
in the darkest corner of this cave
as festering maggots try to crawl into my eye
But I am
more distraught and worried
about the abomination that comes ahead
Born of wrath and rage
like bastard pulsing afterbirth
immersed in a rabid viscera bled and bred
I hear it faintly
like gurgling needles from a jar
regurgitating icy slivers and bloody shards
it’s slowly approaching
with dragging footsteps
like emaciated dark figures without jaws
I can feel it
like painful cloacal exstrophy
seeping slowly from a hundred holes
I can sense it
watching without eyelids
hovering like dismembered pulsing souls
Written by wallyroo92
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DARKNESS OF THE BOTTOM
Through this life cycle we will be face with so much depth and deepness, from living this life that at times it will have us feeling, like as though we are losing our minds along with our soul of souls. Yet as each day comes and we have to cross into an different dimension of a vision of thyself, even as the pain drags and digs deep within the subconsciousness of our inner thoughts that beats loud from our heart. Making the struggle seem so impossible as we have hit rock bottom with no way out of the darkness, but even though some of us have been here before and we survived the trip through the darkness of the storm. For there is always gonna be somethings in this life, that will either scare you and be beyond your control and much as we dont believe it. Everything happens for a reason for to truly understand how life, can send you down to your knees and make or break you, just hit rock bottom and lets see if you can survive for many of souls have became lost within the darkness from within the storm.
Written by Stoney223
(WOLF BAY33)
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Anonymous
Anonymous
Author's Note: The Likhoradka is a female spirit in Slavic mythology that causes sickness. She is considered a creation of the dark god, Chernobog. (K)Corona in Spanish and Russian means crown. Placing the crown on your head is a dual reference to giving the virus to humanity and also crowning the Dark God as ruler of the world. This is based on a more apocalyptic view of a virus with origins explained in old mythology.
Anonymous
ReggiePoet
Cryptic aggression, I feel it.
ReggiePoet
Interesting and terrifying images - Tedious fear is very apt at the moment.
Valeriya
Intense from beginning to end.
ReggiePoet
This frightened me in ways I'm not sure about, it was without violence.
wallyroo92
Yep that's fear alright, stated well and it traps you.
Stoney223
True words, and true feelings.
NBathory
Absolutely horrific stuff.
This competition is filled with many great visions and takes on fear. My favorite is the poem by fromtheash. As I am still hanging on the words of altars in the dark. That is something I fear: some cult activity were I am to be sacrificed has to be the most scary thing on this list for me. However they are all really great works. No Bull. It will be put to a vote. Thanks to everyone who entered. Still a few days.
Cryptic aggression, I feel it.
ReggiePoet
Interesting and terrifying images - Tedious fear is very apt at the moment.
Valeriya
Intense from beginning to end.
ReggiePoet
This frightened me in ways I'm not sure about, it was without violence.
wallyroo92
Yep that's fear alright, stated well and it traps you.
Stoney223
True words, and true feelings.
NBathory
Absolutely horrific stuff.
This competition is filled with many great visions and takes on fear. My favorite is the poem by fromtheash. As I am still hanging on the words of altars in the dark. That is something I fear: some cult activity were I am to be sacrificed has to be the most scary thing on this list for me. However they are all really great works. No Bull. It will be put to a vote. Thanks to everyone who entered. Still a few days.
Mirrors
Hand before body
Make sure there is light
Head down
Body tense, fight or flight
Movement, peripheral
Eyes wide, skin pale
Nothing ethereal
This shiny glass
Source of my fear
Is it only in my head
Still I can see her leer
Make sure there is light
Head down
Body tense, fight or flight
Movement, peripheral
Eyes wide, skin pale
Nothing ethereal
This shiny glass
Source of my fear
Is it only in my head
Still I can see her leer
Written by Darkfae
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