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The Greatest Storyteller

faithmairee
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
Tyrant of Words
United States 12awards
Joined 29th Aug 2012
Forum Posts: 212

Poetry Contest

Submit one poem that tells a story. It must be your own work.

This challenge is for all poets that are natural born storytellers. Let's see which poet on here is the greatest storyteller. The subject is open. You have one week. Good luck and have fun!

Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
United States 154awards
Joined 9th Nov 2015
Forum Posts: 5134

The Perfect Place To Die

( Rensaku: linked Tanka )  

1) Aokigahara Dream  
 
this belov’ed sight  
I’ve grown up with a lifetime,  
even out at sea  
helping Father mend his nets—  
he and brother haul a catch  
 
lurching from the waves,  
thoughts of late spring pilgrimage  
family outing days—  
tossing back the smaller fish  
before we set sail for home  
 
early next morning,  
Mother’s honored sisters come,  
cherished reunion—  
helping prepare the lunches  
when we honor Fuji-San  
 
Father’s ‘Buddha’ truck  
loading for the trip, and us  
packed just like sardines—  
off we go with happy shouts,  
Yamanashi Prefecture!  
 
2) In Mount Fuji’s Shadow  
 
honored sisters sing  
old tradition travel songs—  
men on bicycles  
smile and wave as we pass by  
watching glancing scenery  
 
Father nodding head  
in time with sisters’ singing,  
brother Yoshi grins  
as Mother leans, turns around  
focusing through camera lens  
 
and when we arrive,  
the forest, black, forbidding  
where no sun enters,  
of bones dangling from branches  
and no life leaves after dark  
 
we walk the thin trail,  
it fades where thick roots tangle  
when time and rain caught,  
o’er layers of eruption  
the humid breath and strangle  
 
I haven’t seen them,  
anyone, since darkness fell,  
and only silence  
what I hear and cannot tell  
if I died or everyone  
 
3) The Black Sea Of Trees  
 
costs of being old  
the elderly forgotten—  
abandon a soul  
having done what love dictates  
for the chance to die in bed  
 
and the lovers flock  
like two birds of a feather,  
for they too are mocked  
as the end, their tragedy,  
never knows eternity  
 
hoops of braided hemp  
as if trees make offerings—  
the death po’ms of monks,  
scratched out kanji on tree bark  
of sentinels’ no longer  
 
a single bird call,  
rustlings of its floundering—  
in which direction  
did it make its last mistake,  
‘fore once again a calming  
 
4) The Suicide Forest  
 
as the forest stands,  
forever firm in lava  
regurgitated  
a millennium ago—  
storing its own in the caves  
 
trespassers no more  
and the volcano is stilled,  
snow cap is unchanged,  
with the belly of the beast  
bulging till more come again  
 
to honor dark spawn,  
to consecrate the mother,  
the roots with their blood—  
and even they are all gone  
In the fires of Fuji-San
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
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LilDragonFly
Tyrant of Words
United States 75awards
Joined 22nd July 2017
Forum Posts: 120

Swing

I pass it on the way          
as I start the day            
it hangs frayed              
crestfallen            
from a        
wide      
oak            
             
Each          
time  I          
have to ...              
quickly glance            
hoping to chance            
upon some girl at play            
             
Feet kicking to the sky            
never asking why            
her ride always            
must end        
without    
me
Written by LilDragonFly
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Calamityofgin
Fire of Insight
United States 5awards
Joined 10th May 2020
Forum Posts: 149

A horse called West

There was an infinite horse called West
He cantered Stallion chest
Heaving, thrusting forward
Beads of salted sweat
To the throttled floor
And hardened salt bed flats
With gifts of pound and precision
The grand machinery of nature
Without untimely death
To reign the beast in

Mortality can appear a noose
Even when the hangman has just cause
And the look of a saint
Beneath his dark hood

West had no knowledge
Of discourage

opposable thumbs were not in his
Chocolate brown make up
His eye dipped
Creamy and soft
If you stared into them
He might appear
To gaze back
Like a lover

Ready and willing
For care and soft
Gentle caress
He might appear to be
But would not stop
A break neck pace
Towards....

For kind things and touch

But for Omega
He had no vision
No need or desire
To hinder him

He was
As well
Without desperation
He was.....

Just as well

Another horse
Would halt him two foaled
And creation would bring the East
And a certainty

He had yet to see a sun rise
Nor see a sun set
Written by Calamityofgin
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Fire of Insight
United States 5awards
Joined 2nd July 2020
Forum Posts: 23

Dream

I fell into a deep sleep
And dreamt of visions untold
A land as far as my eye could see
Covered in rubies and gold

The trees would sway within the breeze
Dancing back and forth
Whispering secrets into the wind
A tale of ancient lore

And as I began my approach
To the city beyond the golden sea
My ears were pierced by a horn
As loud as it could be

The land began to tremble and shake
And stars began to fall
The amber sky turned dark gray
Seemingly to answer the horns call

The golden city where rubies abound
Started sinking into the sea
And a booming voice from nowhere
Demanded that I leave

It was with this that I awoke
Puzzled by this dream
Just what it meant, I have no clue
Sometimes a dream is just a dream.
Written by Kaden_Malis (Kaden Malis)
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Peanut
Lost Thinker
Joined 11th Sep 2019
Forum Posts: 14

90 Something Blatent...

truth, has a grit  
filled in soil and stone;  
thick, course, and dirty.  

It lives rough
in some hearts  
whose faces wear lines  
twisted as gravel roads,  
which leave honest living  
in scars and stretch marks.  
 
Yellow nicotine infected skin  
reflecting faded ink  
of 40 year old
tattoos  
(once dark and pretty,  
now stretched and worn  
to shreds and threads.)  
 
Netty was one of those women.  
 
She wore
the odd beard hair in grey
and spoke with the  
word "muthafucka"
peppered in her vocabulary
more regularly  
than "and"
and "umm".  
Just looking at the bald spots  
between her oiled mop  
streaked in Gentian Violet...  
 
We knew the years living in her blood  
were older, wiser, and richer  
than the double malt on ice  
glued to her palm.  
 
She didn't say much
at the party  
all eyes pegged
her body language  
as an excuse
for arthritic limbs  
and a spine
spinning in pain.  
The host was fairly
adept
at keeping her glass filled.  
She'd nod and attempt a smile  
at each refill
dropped.  
 
There was a shivering silence  
of acknowledgement
when she rose to her feet
unannounced and  
screamed in an authoritive manner...  
 
"By fuck we need a new law!  

Every time a cunt is born  
the birth certificate should be burnt  
to prevent the cocksucker  
becomin' President!"  
 
 
Then she fell to the ground.  
 
That's when the glass shattered.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Written by Peanut
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poetOftragedy
Dangerous Mind
South Africa 3awards
Joined 13th May 2018
Forum Posts: 80

LITTLE BIRD

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Tyrant of Words
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Joined 15th Jan 2019
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slipalong
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom 43awards
Joined 1st Jan 2018
Forum Posts: 855

A flight of fancy

Once upon a time
in a land where sleep is banned  
I would sit upon the telling chair  
 entrance you with a tale  
pin back your ears whilst I regale  
In that Noslumberland  
don't rub your eyes  
my precious child  
there lived a bird that could not fly  
 gawky ostrich long and lanky  
and his name was Fancy  
for he was mute and could not squawk  
 he employed an umbrella  
so he could point  
and strut around with dignity  
to find the things he might require  
perhaps some training for a glider  
a deposit for a Turkish Carpet  
to levitate, on a rug that has no cockpit  
try to find some credibility  
soar aloft like ancestors could  
not just paddle in the sticky mud  
and walk around on bony stilts  
a puppet, hear the crowd  
all  laugh out loud  
for he was trapped within his cage  
he fumed and glowered with great outrage  
that man could fly and he was trapped  
so a cunning plan he hatched  
just to flutter like a partridge  
the lead shot blown from the cartridge  
now do not yawn and close your eyes  
for this tale holds a surprise  
self belief high as an eagles aerie  
just to escape that life so dreary  
tunnel underneath the wire netting  
escape that park of paradise  
a chance to find a brand new setting  
for next door was big top circus  
a brave idea to reach the heights  
under cover of the darkness  
the brolly underneath a wing  
the hook, the end for extra purchase  
escape the bonds of trapped despair  
brave intentions clarity  
to seek the need for parity  
 to become the feathered cannon  
climb in the bore with gay abandon  
and come the time to test the fuse  
be discharged into the blue  
once airborne spread ones wings and glide  
now the chance to soar  
terra firma always clamping thee  
and each deserve; a flight of fancy  
not tire in that pursuit of legacy  
just one more verse before you sleep  
float down on his open umbrella  
 say the day had been quite stellar
Written by slipalong
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Bluevelvete
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 21st July 2020
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PittinixDesigns
Fire of Insight
Jamaica 3awards
Joined 8th Feb 2020
Forum Posts: 85

She Is Just a Woman

Mia holds herself in the darkness of inexperience.  
She is a young, chaste sister of the Catholic faith.  
He has been admiring her since she attained puberty.  
She stares at him whenever he passes the convent.  
 
He can tell that she has a secret craving for love,  
But he is too diffident to say something to her.  
She flatly rejects the advances of all the other men,  
And so he thinks she is not likely to fall for him.  
 
Mia is like a gemstone in a vitrine in a museum.  
She is the only daughter of a reputable bishop.  
Her angelic beauty catches the author’s eye.  
He feels her pain as she smiles to feign happiness.  
 
Her parents are overprotective and self-righteous.  
They have indoctrinated her in religious philosophy.  
It seems so impossible to win the love of a nun,  
But he does not intend to give up without trying.  
 
He beckons her and tells her how he feels about her.  
Mia presents firm arguments as he expected.  
She boldly expresses her opinion on morality,  
And she respectfully defends her Christian beliefs.  
 
She says nobody can contaminate her virtuous mind.  
Nevertheless, he discovers a weakness in her heart.  
He thinks he can soften her if he tries hard enough.  
After all, she is just a woman despite her rectitude.  
 
She had ceremonially vowed to adhere to the rules,  
But now she wants to make her own decisions.  
He sees an opportunity to manipulate the situation,  
And he will try to seduce her one way or another.  
 
It is easier to arouse her emotion than he thought.  
She has carnal desires like any normal person.  
Her tears are not different from other women’s tears.  
She reveals her sadness and loneliness to him.  
 
Finally Mia picks the forbidden fruit and eats it.  
Her eyes are open and she wants sensual pleasures.  
She starts to do things she had never done before.  
And she becomes excessively desirous of his love.  
 
Biblical laws cannot guide her behaviour anymore.  
She willingly defiles her purity with extramarital sex.  
If she is caught, they will banish her from the church.  
Her secret eros proves that she is just a woman.
Written by PittinixDesigns
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