Poetry competition CLOSED 10th July 2020 3:59am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
MalcolmJThePoet
and Calamityofgin
Loss
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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Memories by candle light
All I see are candles lined up in a row,
Just to show, families with tears in their eyes.
Crying because someone they loved and cherished has just died.
Peeking through their souls,
I see the mermories they once did hold.
Of the mothers,fathers, sisters, and brother,
And a thought of how they wish they could once again hold one another.
Flames growing so high and bright,
As if it could pierce the skies at night.
The cries of families turn to laughter,
When the happy mermories return of the love they were after.
To those who loss someone, shine a candle light.
To pierce through to the heavens of the dark skies at night.
Just to show, families with tears in their eyes.
Crying because someone they loved and cherished has just died.
Peeking through their souls,
I see the mermories they once did hold.
Of the mothers,fathers, sisters, and brother,
And a thought of how they wish they could once again hold one another.
Flames growing so high and bright,
As if it could pierce the skies at night.
The cries of families turn to laughter,
When the happy mermories return of the love they were after.
To those who loss someone, shine a candle light.
To pierce through to the heavens of the dark skies at night.
Written by ManorMyth
(Man_Or_Myth)
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Smart Phone
Hey pops
Yesterday was Father’s Day and I thought about you a lot
My fam got me smart phone as a gift
And as I transferred all the numbers, yours came up
For the past year many folks told me use your phone
Save myself some money and I’d have an instant upgrade
But I couldn’t be swayed, your phone means something
I keep it in a drawer in my nightstand like it’s child’s play
I know the number is disconnected now but I imagine
That maybe if I send you a text and tell you I miss you
I’ll get a text back from you saying “I love you, I love you son”
Or I’ll get a message and once again I’ll hear your voice
I turn it on and read your messages and see your videos
And think fuck! you had a great birthday in April without us
But goddamn it, all the drinking made you even sicker
By the time you realized it, it was too late to come home
I keep wanting to say I’m sorry or that I should’ve known
But it’s no use going over it again and again in my head
I just dwell in the early memories and the good times
And maybe you thought about them in your last moments
I gave up drinking in fear of your and grandpa’s addiction
It’s been two years since I’ve had a beer or had any liquor
It’s a motherfucker but I really want to exercise self-control
Because I want to be an example for my three sons
Dad, I miss our conversations, our jokes, our time together
Sometimes I miss going to you as a grown man for advice
I’m afraid I won’t succeed or that I may repeat our history
And somehow I’ll hear your voice saying, it’s going to be alright.
I’ll keep your number on my new smart phone just in case
I ever get the urge to text you and ask if you’re alright
And maybe you will come and talk to me in my dreams
Giving me the advice I need to be a better father and son
Written by wallyroo92
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Abandoned by Spring
Losing you feels like:
Shriveled leaves in unrelenting heat
A thousand hungry thorns between my feet
Like a dying rose that lives through everything
I was a perennial
You were my spring
Without you exists nothing
Shriveled leaves in unrelenting heat
A thousand hungry thorns between my feet
Like a dying rose that lives through everything
I was a perennial
You were my spring
Without you exists nothing
Written by Thetravelingfairy
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Anonymous
Shakespeare in Love
Thinking I would suffocate from heat, or dehydrate
into a shriveled leaf, I wanted to crawl under a rock
as those little animals in the desert, content
to watch the world turn when I felt you cross over.
When rain came I was wanton to drown—
allow mud to engulf my shoulders, blocking
sound to sleep so I could join you, rolling
through light as milkweed until we were home.
Yet, just as heat is abated by rain, thus is rain
by heat, always in time to push the clock forward
another minute. How easily my hands could navigate
my fate as effortlessly as the natural order of things;
but,
I keep thinking of Romeo; had he only waited—
just a few more seconds—before swallowing
the contents of that poisonous vial. . .
what then would've become of them.
Is this how Shakespeare felt while penning his grief—
too much of a coward to surrender to his own death?
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into a shriveled leaf, I wanted to crawl under a rock
as those little animals in the desert, content
to watch the world turn when I felt you cross over.
When rain came I was wanton to drown—
allow mud to engulf my shoulders, blocking
sound to sleep so I could join you, rolling
through light as milkweed until we were home.
Yet, just as heat is abated by rain, thus is rain
by heat, always in time to push the clock forward
another minute. How easily my hands could navigate
my fate as effortlessly as the natural order of things;
but,
I keep thinking of Romeo; had he only waited—
just a few more seconds—before swallowing
the contents of that poisonous vial. . .
what then would've become of them.
Is this how Shakespeare felt while penning his grief—
too much of a coward to surrender to his own death?
~
Written by Ahavati
(Tams)
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Your Loss
It is like a huge part of me left when you were
On your way out the door. I know I could have
Asked you to stay just for one more second, but
It would have been selfish. My hazy and blurry
Vision prevented me from fixing the main valve
Heading right to my heart. I would always shut
Off in the hopes of letting my big heart fully heal.
I thought I was really ready for your sudden loss,
But my head and heart were not fully prepared
For your quick departure. What I wanted to feel
Was different than all the sunshine and the gloss
After the pain disappeared completely. I bared
All my soul’s deepest secrets, wishing I could be
More cold and distant from the fond memories,
But I was not quite ready to be saying goodbye to
The person I loved forever and who I would see
In my future life. We all get lost in the remedies
To ease the emptiness, but as we go through
Even the darkest of nights, the only remedy I
Might need is to let all the tears become dry.
On your way out the door. I know I could have
Asked you to stay just for one more second, but
It would have been selfish. My hazy and blurry
Vision prevented me from fixing the main valve
Heading right to my heart. I would always shut
Off in the hopes of letting my big heart fully heal.
I thought I was really ready for your sudden loss,
But my head and heart were not fully prepared
For your quick departure. What I wanted to feel
Was different than all the sunshine and the gloss
After the pain disappeared completely. I bared
All my soul’s deepest secrets, wishing I could be
More cold and distant from the fond memories,
But I was not quite ready to be saying goodbye to
The person I loved forever and who I would see
In my future life. We all get lost in the remedies
To ease the emptiness, but as we go through
Even the darkest of nights, the only remedy I
Might need is to let all the tears become dry.
Written by eswaller
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Blood Sweat And Tears
Cool morning
Push mower shearing grass tops
Rhythmic motion mindless meditative work
Temperature rising air and body warming
Salty sweat beginning to flow
Clipper trimming stray branches
Inch-long thorns scratch and puncture unprotected arms
Blood mixing with sweat
Rake lifting leaves and twigs
From green carpet scent of mown grass
Fatigue setting in
rest In cool shade
Remembering
A young boy and his dad planting a garden
Work and play intertwined
Big boy and little man
Sweating and dirty tired and happy
Mourning loss of a son
Pondering what it is like to be Eternally Nineteen
Memories scratch and puncture unprotected heart
Tears blending with other fluids
Push mower shearing grass tops
Rhythmic motion mindless meditative work
Temperature rising air and body warming
Salty sweat beginning to flow
Clipper trimming stray branches
Inch-long thorns scratch and puncture unprotected arms
Blood mixing with sweat
Rake lifting leaves and twigs
From green carpet scent of mown grass
Fatigue setting in
rest In cool shade
Remembering
A young boy and his dad planting a garden
Work and play intertwined
Big boy and little man
Sweating and dirty tired and happy
Mourning loss of a son
Pondering what it is like to be Eternally Nineteen
Memories scratch and puncture unprotected heart
Tears blending with other fluids
Written by Kinkpoet
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Alack!
The darkness provokes me crazed morbidity enters my soul,
There is nothing that will please thee, till the blood that you seek is in that bowl!
A charming demon’s romance, pleasantries of words that you whispered into my ears,
Can’t you see, what has it brought to me, nothing to see and nothing feel only pain and tears
tiny sweats trickling down my temple, the feeling of wrath making me tremble with fear
like a vengeance laid upon me wanting me to stray from whom I truly hold dear!
I see that you want me to suffocate
planting upon me the seeds of hate
trapping me with the illusions of fate
pretending you are my best mate!
You, who like a dagger ploughed
Into my heart with deadly thrill
Your will, stronger than a crowd
Of demons, mad, and dressed to kill
Your bed, your lodging, and your domain, me a dejected soul you have made
Perfidious poison I have preyed,
help my cowardice, with gallantry of a sudden blade.
My hope my prayer my remorse, what more will you try to take?
the sudden blade, I besought and
I win me for my freedom with none else to trade.
I am letting you take, for I will forsake
the lies that you have said and made my heart break
the sufferings you brought on to me, the anger and misery, what’s there to sooth?
I am cheated, in the end it’s by my youth, and that’s the absolute truth!
"You - my inked love-are not fit to be chained”
This treacherous feeling of love has left me drained
In the city where we celebrate the Festival of Dead
Alack! I will be the mortal with the blade, and I will set it upon your head!
There is nothing that will please thee, till the blood that you seek is in that bowl!
A charming demon’s romance, pleasantries of words that you whispered into my ears,
Can’t you see, what has it brought to me, nothing to see and nothing feel only pain and tears
tiny sweats trickling down my temple, the feeling of wrath making me tremble with fear
like a vengeance laid upon me wanting me to stray from whom I truly hold dear!
I see that you want me to suffocate
planting upon me the seeds of hate
trapping me with the illusions of fate
pretending you are my best mate!
You, who like a dagger ploughed
Into my heart with deadly thrill
Your will, stronger than a crowd
Of demons, mad, and dressed to kill
Your bed, your lodging, and your domain, me a dejected soul you have made
Perfidious poison I have preyed,
help my cowardice, with gallantry of a sudden blade.
My hope my prayer my remorse, what more will you try to take?
the sudden blade, I besought and
I win me for my freedom with none else to trade.
I am letting you take, for I will forsake
the lies that you have said and made my heart break
the sufferings you brought on to me, the anger and misery, what’s there to sooth?
I am cheated, in the end it’s by my youth, and that’s the absolute truth!
"You - my inked love-are not fit to be chained”
This treacherous feeling of love has left me drained
In the city where we celebrate the Festival of Dead
Alack! I will be the mortal with the blade, and I will set it upon your head!
Written by XiaoLong
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Anarchy’s Baby
She’s a church
a body
objectified
Her baby
Chaos
has been
subverted
hijacked
threatened
extorted
oppressed
used up
run-down
by bigots
and their
twisted tribes
because
her baby
refused to
take shelter
with merciful Wisdom
💖Rest in peace, lil’ Baby💖
a body
objectified
Her baby
Chaos
has been
subverted
hijacked
threatened
extorted
oppressed
used up
run-down
by bigots
and their
twisted tribes
because
her baby
refused to
take shelter
with merciful Wisdom
💖Rest in peace, lil’ Baby💖
Written by EdibleWords
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An artificial spirit
Flow hither heart yet is torn asunder
Shaped desires amidst a stygian dark
Vowel-chime proceeding into wonder
An inner ring of timbre draws a mark
Gods below fly in heaven subterrene
Twilight from obscure love grim unlit
Amble mental trickster moonlit reign
Blue lightless soul now broken emits
Written by runaway-mindtrain
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Shown
I decrease in this winter worship of you
Nights of dark wine
Stain my lip
You had left your blood on my tongue
I tasted it
And had thought to drink more
My desire beyond the fruit
In the iron
A skin like
Delicacy
The nature of my ways
Taken and broken
The virgin burst
Dripped to white sheets
And was counted
I would like to feel like white again
Would dwell in that cerebral cloud
For an eternity
Would walk
Bare foot placed with serene forward
Calm
The grace of youth
The mercy of not having to
Remember
Need
Want
Know
Have any doubt
About what one touch
One taste of you again passing
My connoisseurs lip
Might do to me
The Earth collided and cooled
In the time it took for you to leave me
Minutiae
Details like hot stones
Linger
When held in my hand
Warm calm and its effects
But the calx
Of anything worthwhile
Still dries red
And owns little residual value
By any apothecaries standards
Worth his salt
You flake away
Fly into the wind
The scatterings a mess
And leaves only a spirits agent
To show prophetic map
To nowhere sacred
Well hidden under etched statuary
Of dark wings
And angelic gaze veiled and obscured
Rounded mound holds the body of my faith
But the most of me still exists
Outside of this
And roams the red droplets
Eluding to destination
A map charted on cotton
So long ago
And far away
That my memory has become a maze
A prized labyrinth
Of memoria
And nocturnal emissions
I so often wake from my dreams
spent
But my virtue does not lay
Within my dreams
She lies at the feet
Of where you once stood
And spread your arms to shadow me
Your arms hover no longer
Your swing does not fly shade
Like swift ghosts
Across my face
While iron lingers on my tongue
I begin to shake with capability
The woman of me slinks back into my soul
And kisses the forehead of my girlhood
Nights of dark wine
Stain my lip
You had left your blood on my tongue
I tasted it
And had thought to drink more
My desire beyond the fruit
In the iron
A skin like
Delicacy
The nature of my ways
Taken and broken
The virgin burst
Dripped to white sheets
And was counted
I would like to feel like white again
Would dwell in that cerebral cloud
For an eternity
Would walk
Bare foot placed with serene forward
Calm
The grace of youth
The mercy of not having to
Remember
Need
Want
Know
Have any doubt
About what one touch
One taste of you again passing
My connoisseurs lip
Might do to me
The Earth collided and cooled
In the time it took for you to leave me
Minutiae
Details like hot stones
Linger
When held in my hand
Warm calm and its effects
But the calx
Of anything worthwhile
Still dries red
And owns little residual value
By any apothecaries standards
Worth his salt
You flake away
Fly into the wind
The scatterings a mess
And leaves only a spirits agent
To show prophetic map
To nowhere sacred
Well hidden under etched statuary
Of dark wings
And angelic gaze veiled and obscured
Rounded mound holds the body of my faith
But the most of me still exists
Outside of this
And roams the red droplets
Eluding to destination
A map charted on cotton
So long ago
And far away
That my memory has become a maze
A prized labyrinth
Of memoria
And nocturnal emissions
I so often wake from my dreams
spent
But my virtue does not lay
Within my dreams
She lies at the feet
Of where you once stood
And spread your arms to shadow me
Your arms hover no longer
Your swing does not fly shade
Like swift ghosts
Across my face
While iron lingers on my tongue
I begin to shake with capability
The woman of me slinks back into my soul
And kisses the forehead of my girlhood
Written by Calamityofgin
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Tears Of A Broken Soul
My heart ache as you break me away
You walk out on me
Left without having any words to say
My love had expire
Sour like apples
In my feelings
I felt like i'm going to be sick
Tears falling down my face
My heart is broken
This hate I cannot erase
Without even having any words to be spoken
Tears of a broken soul
This pain doesn't seem to subside
With the true emotions you always try to hide
There is nothing left to do
But die from the tears of a broken soul
I thought love suppose to be true
This was all a lie
I thought this was meant to be
Everytime I look in the mirror I see me
You walk out on me
Left without having any words to say
My love had expire
Sour like apples
In my feelings
I felt like i'm going to be sick
Tears falling down my face
My heart is broken
This hate I cannot erase
Without even having any words to be spoken
Tears of a broken soul
This pain doesn't seem to subside
With the true emotions you always try to hide
There is nothing left to do
But die from the tears of a broken soul
I thought love suppose to be true
This was all a lie
I thought this was meant to be
Everytime I look in the mirror I see me
Written by MalcolmJThePoet
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