Poetry competition CLOSED 7th November 2020 4:44pm
WINNER
Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
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RUNNER-UP: Valeriyabeyond

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Touched With Fire

Bluevelvete
Tyrant of Words
United States 74awards
Joined 21st July 2020
Forum Posts: 2349

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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Fire of Insight
United States 13awards
Joined 18th Sep 2018
Forum Posts: 274

My Creative Madness

I can no longer identify
That plausible line
Between sanity and I
Inside this mesmeric mind
So many stairs
Kaleidoscope this place
Rickety adjoining pairs
Obscure an unknown face
So many doors
Mirage their appearance
Footprints on open shores
Eradicate coherence
Ingenuity  
Canvases its leech
Ambiguity
Misinterprets my speech
Poetry  
Doodles my demons
Congruity
Chastises my seasons
Duo personalities mirror
Mental illness is clearer
Fruits of labor differ
Drowning in a bitter river
Clawing
Shaving
Minute particles of reality
Screaming
Dreaming
In hunt of normality
Crying
Lying
Helpless just outside grips
Laughing
Crafting
Monsters from my lips
Raging
Plaguing
Inkblot tests fail
Elated
Sedated
Inside my mental jail
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Written by Sex_on_the_Joe (Joe-D)
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Valeriyabeyond
Dhyana
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 3rd May 2020
Forum Posts: 2668

Just Like Me

The moisture
of my mouth, waters  
the black rose, that grows around the narrow river,  
swollen  with the sounds  that have left my mind
 
Thorns,  like thick tongues, break - apart from  
the monotonous rage  
that feeds me  
 
Today, the sky  
has been severed,  
seamstress cries, while laughing her hand's  
slender, nimble,  
grab your life, a distorted   
ruckle.  
Pinching gathering, laying  
down darning knots,  
holding them , tight  
   
Degenerative thoughts  cascade  through  dark   
channels, like a maze  
into an asylum that  
shrinks with  time.   
 
Bits of sanity laced, with tethers from old smelly canvas the colours  
of sorrow wrap neatly around the spectrum of pain  
 
To the dreamers that  
dare to dream the marvelous things we  
dream   
Our  thoughts,  deemed  
as lunacy, our words  
 a foreign  language.  
 
The mind of a poet  
 understood only  
 by another poet   
We jive meld together  
 I am appreciated   
By those  just like  
 me.
Written by Valeriyabeyond (Dhyana)
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Fire of Insight
United States 5awards
Joined 2nd July 2020
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Terminal torture

When I close my eyes
I can see the screaming stars
Threatening to leave the night
Till I'm alone in the suffocating dark

It's terminal torture
Living with dying synapses
Bricks crumble one by one
Till the brain finally collapses

Everything's exposed
But I still breathe
My heart lies crushed on the floor
Yet I don't bleed

I search for my lost soul
I must've dropped it along the way
Asking for help
But everyone just stares or looks away

Was life meant to be
A puzzle impossible to complete
Or did I miss something
Caught a disease that can't be beat

The doctor says to lie back
And just relax
But he's not the one
With all the knives stuck in his back

I just want to know
Why I'm different from everyone else
Why I'm haunted by a burning brain
And why no one can seem to help
Written by Kaden_Malis (Kaden Malis)
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slipalong
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom 43awards
Joined 1st Jan 2018
Forum Posts: 859

No comfort zone

The tearing winds ; uncalm sea
perceptions flames that singe.    
I felt no respite; its branding from within  
burned with a torch, no cold could douse  
trapped inside the padded cell.  
Genius that sings its Christmas times noel  
outside the door, in self so lonely dwell.  
Not partake the hearty feast;  
 Just gruel, inspirations jewel. satisfy its greed  
trapped in unholy soul.  
So torn and rent in discontent  
 arm wrestling with temperament  
the chalice floats just out of reach.    
A boiler that can never vent  
and Tourettes just not to repeat.  
Whatever artisan you are  
the demon's come and not depart.  
Arcing hurt, its light and dark.  
Standing on the chasm brink  
ever searching for your own vernacular  
the light its candle just a chink
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Valeriyabeyond
Dhyana
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 3rd May 2020
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LunaGreyhawk said:“The anguished and volatile intensity associated with the artistic temperament was once thought to be a symptom of genius or eccentricity peculiar to artists, writers, and musicians. Kaye Redfield Jamison’s work, based on her study as a clinical psychologist and researcher in mood disorders, reveals that many artists subject to exalted highs and despairing lows were in fact engaged in a struggle with clinically identifiable manic-depressive illness.

Jamison presents proof of the biological foundations of this disease and applies what is known about the illness to the lives and works of some of the world's greatest artists including Lord Byron, Vincent Van Gogh, and Virginia Woolf.” (New York Times)


This competition is meant to explore the relationship between the muse and mental health.  You have one month (in case you haven’t read the book and would like to) to put your personal experience with the line between creative genius and insanity into poem.  I know that vulnerability in expressing our deepest inner conflicts can be difficult, but I’d really love to see some frank and honest experiences spilled here.  

The guidelines for the competition are as follows:

• One month to submit your entries
• Maximum of two entries per DUP persona
• Any written style or length poem, including visual/audio; no prose
• Entries will be decided by a panel of peer poets
• Entries must first be posted to your page and then linked here; no copy/paste entries are allowed
• Both new and old writes are acceptable


Good luck! No




Congratulations Jade-Pandora on a well deserved win
Thank you so much Luna it's an honor to be chosen Runner-up in this competition
Thank you for suggesting this book it is now part of my Kindle library

coxdenis32
Strange Creature
Joined 7th Dec 2020
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This is incredible poetry. I love the collection of poems by Volt Whitman. The author makes the main emphasis on love for nature and human beauty. Nature and man are one whole. I wrote a dissertation work https://uk.edubirdie.com/dissertation-writing-service about natural images in American Poetry. Interesting fact - the American maple image is a borrowed pagan image of Odin.

easoll
Strange Creature
Joined 19th Aug 2022
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I also thought about it, and I don't think it's wrong, but many of my friends disagree with me. They think that paying for paper means you're unable to write it alone, aren't interested in your studies, and are lazy. I tried to fight these stereotypes, and some of them realized they were wrong.

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