Poetry competition CLOSED 28th June 2020 3:34am
WINNER
AspergerPoet56
AspergerPoet56
RUNNERS-UP:
wallyroo92
and MadameLavender
I Am
Anonymous
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I am the wind
sometimes I sleep with my clothes on
a remnant from when you'd never know
what was going to come through the door
I could love you madly, crush your heart
with silence, watch as it dies a death, let it gasp for breath, bleed out, not shout "dont go!
I am stone cold. stone fucking cold
I'm the wind, I blow in, then blow away
sometimes I sleep with my clothes on
a remnant from when you'd never know
what was going to come through the door
sometimes I sleep with my clothes on
a remnant from when you'd never know
what was going to come through the door
I could love you madly, crush your heart
with silence, watch as it dies a death, let it gasp for breath, bleed out, not shout "dont go!
I am stone cold. stone fucking cold
I'm the wind, I blow in, then blow away
sometimes I sleep with my clothes on
a remnant from when you'd never know
what was going to come through the door
The self mirror
Deceptions of self royalty, and see what others see
under calm exterior, perceptions inconsistent majesty
Factions vie and accept lifes loneliness
the awkward a square peg, so blessed !
Try your best and know you fail
the clouded eye for small detail
Contentment rare as false hens teeth
the shifting grounds of self belief
Feet of clay that never were quite formed
never to find love again and be reborn
Commitment fit like a new bought vest
fools gold, was all I ever did posses
under calm exterior, perceptions inconsistent majesty
Factions vie and accept lifes loneliness
the awkward a square peg, so blessed !
Try your best and know you fail
the clouded eye for small detail
Contentment rare as false hens teeth
the shifting grounds of self belief
Feet of clay that never were quite formed
never to find love again and be reborn
Commitment fit like a new bought vest
fools gold, was all I ever did posses
Written by slipalong
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I Am Her
On most days she is fire and rain.
Some days she is crazy or insane,
But every day she is kind and
She is giving out a helping hand
To those who need it the most.
She has California and west coast
Blood running through her system,
Never letting any big or small stem
Cuts ruin her chances of living her
Happy and fulfilling life. Tears blur
Their vision, but hers is crystal clear
And bright. She and I have no fear.
Some days she is crazy or insane,
But every day she is kind and
She is giving out a helping hand
To those who need it the most.
She has California and west coast
Blood running through her system,
Never letting any big or small stem
Cuts ruin her chances of living her
Happy and fulfilling life. Tears blur
Their vision, but hers is crystal clear
And bright. She and I have no fear.
Written by eswaller
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சுயம்பு~ 🔥svayam-bhū, THE 'BE UNCREATED'
underlying sinewless boney dea(r)ths in a longly paining dullness
& the desiccating vapid musculars of a hung detachment- a torn
faded kite on a dying woody vascular's brittle branch in lastly sway
stays here as a fatal st(r)uck forevermore in syncing solitudinal
stictions, wraps in a smouldering magmatic silence in its subtle
meditating dormancies.... of a twilightic mesmerize- a love~ laden
drowsiness- ropes in woven hearty pulleys of hope.. wheeling in
dreaminess carts of time, fetches frothy~ fresh lukewarm springs
of an envisaging Eternity Love, in a babbly gush of pure bloodstreams
-maps through the sleepy tender leafy eyelids in a red fluoresce tracing
lucid pathways, violent eardrums mute themselves in sudden~ smooth
fallen trances, wakes~ verses up (to) conflating sound, each now
Written by summultima
(uma)
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I AM Unexpected
From between the cracks where I slipped
comes a small clear voice below a whisper
When no one will see you and know how to
recognize what you are and need
I will be with you in your obscurity
I will rise above you and will be your cloak
I will overshadow you with unexpectedness
You will be the dark horse no one expects
In birth, in school, in prayer, in work, in politics
at home, abroad, online, in heart, in mind, on the grind
you will be forgotten, mocked, bullied, threatened
But your hope will be a Phoenix eternal
comes a small clear voice below a whisper
When no one will see you and know how to
recognize what you are and need
I will be with you in your obscurity
I will rise above you and will be your cloak
I will overshadow you with unexpectedness
You will be the dark horse no one expects
In birth, in school, in prayer, in work, in politics
at home, abroad, online, in heart, in mind, on the grind
you will be forgotten, mocked, bullied, threatened
But your hope will be a Phoenix eternal
Written by EdibleWords
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I AM They that Pluck Yew - Saying Pluck off - with ALL ten Fingers!
First things first
a muzzle won’t do
I have a hijab for yew
It doesn’t make sense
to deface the image
of God in us
Pointless threats
and attacks
my impetus
to shout down
megaphones
of self-destruct
Stick to doing
righteous things
standing tall
a muzzle won’t do
I have a hijab for yew
It doesn’t make sense
to deface the image
of God in us
Pointless threats
and attacks
my impetus
to shout down
megaphones
of self-destruct
Stick to doing
righteous things
standing tall
Written by EdibleWords
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Reflection
You are always there staring back at me with eyes of regret.
But, who are you? I ask.
But, no response is all I get. Only a worn down expression across your face.
But,who are you?
With eyes glazed over from tears that run ramped. A mind who’s choice is, but to be confined to a safe place inside your head.
Who are you? I ask.
You are there every morning when I awake and every night before my head hits the bed.
But, I don’t recognize you.
So I ask again. Who are you?
Because you are not the me, I choose to see in my reflection.
But, who are you? I ask.
But, no response is all I get. Only a worn down expression across your face.
But,who are you?
With eyes glazed over from tears that run ramped. A mind who’s choice is, but to be confined to a safe place inside your head.
Who are you? I ask.
You are there every morning when I awake and every night before my head hits the bed.
But, I don’t recognize you.
So I ask again. Who are you?
Because you are not the me, I choose to see in my reflection.
Written by ManorMyth
(Man_Or_Myth)
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