Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd November 2020 11:35am
WINNER
Vermilion_Apples
Vermilion_Apples
RUNNER-UP:
jenny_is_hungry
New Member of the Month ~ NOVEMBER 2020
Poetry Contest Description
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I dreamt we were in New York City
I dreamt we were in New York City
with the steel carts and high rises
all shivering in the cold.
Alone in tandem
with the dim, satin sky, and the leftover snow.
Maybe a hand in mine,
it can be hard to see
without the stars.
What does it matter though?
I dreamt we were in the Amazon
with the birds and the wildcats.
They sang and roamed
and fucked and died.
With the fires and the bulldozers
making paper mache emotions,
advertisements on billboards
and TV and my doorstep
but still, I believe in it.
I dreamt we were someplace
amongst photographs and books
full of fantastic stories
profoundly boring.
With the songs and the stars
staring down at us,
not an ounce of judgment in their eyes.
Staring down at everyone
but mostly us.
with the steel carts and high rises
all shivering in the cold.
Alone in tandem
with the dim, satin sky, and the leftover snow.
Maybe a hand in mine,
it can be hard to see
without the stars.
What does it matter though?
I dreamt we were in the Amazon
with the birds and the wildcats.
They sang and roamed
and fucked and died.
With the fires and the bulldozers
making paper mache emotions,
advertisements on billboards
and TV and my doorstep
but still, I believe in it.
I dreamt we were someplace
amongst photographs and books
full of fantastic stories
profoundly boring.
With the songs and the stars
staring down at us,
not an ounce of judgment in their eyes.
Staring down at everyone
but mostly us.
Written by Vermilion_Apples
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Sweet Release
Why does a world without you bring up feelings and thoughts i long to?
Escape from your grip in the slightest sense of it
gives hope for happiness so i’ll make sure of it.
You can beat me senseless all you want man.
But you’ll pay for it once you’re done and,
I’ll savor the lust for the day you’ll meet the rust on this lead pipe
i’ll manage to bust on your head and trust, that day will soon be there.
So best beware. I’ll take a swing so hard,
i’ll look like an athlete tryin’ to knock it out the park.
Why did you take time to build me, while now it seems you tear it all apart?
Why did you take time to raise me, cause it seems to me you never planned this far.
So sad this abuse is to amuse you.
Keep your thoughts away from life which you failed to.
Never seemed bothered for taking away the future of your wife, my mother.
I swear to god i’ll smother...
I hate you dad. For having me and failing to relate to that.
I hate you dad. I wish i’d never seen the light of day. So bad.
Forgive me for this sin i’m about to commit.
Forgive me but i am done with this shit.
Forgive me it took way more than one hit.
Forgive me i watched and smiled through all of it.
Look at you now.
On the floor eyes shut, losing vital fluid hence the huge pool of blood. For what?
To abuse me for days on days as an exhaust for your mental rage?
Time to turn the page.
Hey dad, right now life doesn’t seem that bad.
Seems like you were the issue dad.
Seems there’s no reason for my scar tissue dad.
Oh well, time to bring mom the good news i guess.
Time to fill the gap in her loneliness.
God bless.
I bet you’d be willing to kick the stool out from beneath me.
Would take a few seconds to end my life. Nah too easy...
You preferred to see me suffer. Use my life as a ragequit buffer.
But you see, i’m tougher.
I’ll take my leave now dad. Time to go.
Life ends for me with god’s holy lasso.
Yeah, corny i know.
But hey, i’ll take a dad joke instead of a joke for a dad any day.
I hope mom already forgot you dad.
So me and her only talk about nice things and the few good times we had.
Don’t fret.
Good times we never had.
I hope you fucking burn in hell for that.
I hope you fucking suffer, I really think you should.
May the rope tighten my throat harder than you ever could.
•
Escape from your grip in the slightest sense of it
gives hope for happiness so i’ll make sure of it.
You can beat me senseless all you want man.
But you’ll pay for it once you’re done and,
I’ll savor the lust for the day you’ll meet the rust on this lead pipe
i’ll manage to bust on your head and trust, that day will soon be there.
So best beware. I’ll take a swing so hard,
i’ll look like an athlete tryin’ to knock it out the park.
Why did you take time to build me, while now it seems you tear it all apart?
Why did you take time to raise me, cause it seems to me you never planned this far.
So sad this abuse is to amuse you.
Keep your thoughts away from life which you failed to.
Never seemed bothered for taking away the future of your wife, my mother.
I swear to god i’ll smother...
I hate you dad. For having me and failing to relate to that.
I hate you dad. I wish i’d never seen the light of day. So bad.
Forgive me for this sin i’m about to commit.
Forgive me but i am done with this shit.
Forgive me it took way more than one hit.
Forgive me i watched and smiled through all of it.
Look at you now.
On the floor eyes shut, losing vital fluid hence the huge pool of blood. For what?
To abuse me for days on days as an exhaust for your mental rage?
Time to turn the page.
Hey dad, right now life doesn’t seem that bad.
Seems like you were the issue dad.
Seems there’s no reason for my scar tissue dad.
Oh well, time to bring mom the good news i guess.
Time to fill the gap in her loneliness.
God bless.
I bet you’d be willing to kick the stool out from beneath me.
Would take a few seconds to end my life. Nah too easy...
You preferred to see me suffer. Use my life as a ragequit buffer.
But you see, i’m tougher.
I’ll take my leave now dad. Time to go.
Life ends for me with god’s holy lasso.
Yeah, corny i know.
But hey, i’ll take a dad joke instead of a joke for a dad any day.
I hope mom already forgot you dad.
So me and her only talk about nice things and the few good times we had.
Don’t fret.
Good times we never had.
I hope you fucking burn in hell for that.
I hope you fucking suffer, I really think you should.
May the rope tighten my throat harder than you ever could.
Written by Drieks
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Hear It Breathing
Follow me to the east side,
If you would.
A metal trellis leans on
the window
leading into the kitchen,
but sadly
both’ve been overtaken
by dirt and vines.
Slowly creeping up the walls,
like they are
pulling this man-made horror
into the earth.
Maybe that’s where it belongs,
though that’s not
for anyone but nature
to decide.
If you will, stop and listen
a moment.
You can hear the house breathing.
Now it’s tense.
Quiet and curt. Not like it
used to be.
At least the history books
say it’s not.
Catch the quick gravely inhale
then release.
The aged moan of wooden beams,
waking up.
Though it’s just the wind and ground
reaching in
like an ancient sock puppet,
it makes me pause.
Come with me, 6 paces south
on over to
this lone, gnarled elm tree.
did you know
It’s two hundred fifty-four years,
six months old?
Trace its austere, stately shell
to the back
And see, engraved deep in the bark,
“Ann Thomas”.
They were both fifteen when he
etched this.
If they only knew what the vines’d
done to them now
It still makes me want to cry
Sometimes.
If you would.
A metal trellis leans on
the window
leading into the kitchen,
but sadly
both’ve been overtaken
by dirt and vines.
Slowly creeping up the walls,
like they are
pulling this man-made horror
into the earth.
Maybe that’s where it belongs,
though that’s not
for anyone but nature
to decide.
If you will, stop and listen
a moment.
You can hear the house breathing.
Now it’s tense.
Quiet and curt. Not like it
used to be.
At least the history books
say it’s not.
Catch the quick gravely inhale
then release.
The aged moan of wooden beams,
waking up.
Though it’s just the wind and ground
reaching in
like an ancient sock puppet,
it makes me pause.
Come with me, 6 paces south
on over to
this lone, gnarled elm tree.
did you know
It’s two hundred fifty-four years,
six months old?
Trace its austere, stately shell
to the back
And see, engraved deep in the bark,
“Ann Thomas”.
They were both fifteen when he
etched this.
If they only knew what the vines’d
done to them now
It still makes me want to cry
Sometimes.
Written by Vermilion_Apples
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Poet(ess)
In the sky,
the moon is the companion
of the forgotten soul
The dim light of a lamp
casts a glow by the window
A poet sits in contemplation
an eternal prisoner of inspiration
She saw a secret trace,
a trace of earthly delights
The poet's pen waits
in the arms of silence, new lines
Under the cover of darkness,
desires are not inhibited
The poet's world cannot be understood,
all the secrets of the world live in it
But there is a seal on her soul,
and her life is dressed in sorrow
She entered the game,
confused angels and demons
She entered the lines
where doubts are without meaning
Her contract was signed in blood,
Interest mingled with pain
the moon is the companion
of the forgotten soul
The dim light of a lamp
casts a glow by the window
A poet sits in contemplation
an eternal prisoner of inspiration
She saw a secret trace,
a trace of earthly delights
The poet's pen waits
in the arms of silence, new lines
Under the cover of darkness,
desires are not inhibited
The poet's world cannot be understood,
all the secrets of the world live in it
But there is a seal on her soul,
and her life is dressed in sorrow
She entered the game,
confused angels and demons
She entered the lines
where doubts are without meaning
Her contract was signed in blood,
Interest mingled with pain
Written by KristinaX
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Equilibrium
There is no balance
There are bubbles in the water
and drops in the air
Rain falls down, fog rises up
Evil defines good
Lies cannot live without truth
Cold wants warmth
Darkness strives for light
Rain falls down, fog rises up
Forming a quivering shadow
A cold and warm stream
This is how my body works,
and I'm terribly anxious because
the packaging is too fragile
For what's inside me ...
There is no balance,
this is the main secret
And the rest are between the
pillow and the book
One has only to breathe,
and the air will sway and disperse
The order will be out of order
In one blinding flash
Day aspires to the night
There is no balance
Equilibrium is not possible
Who needs it?
Equilibrium is so boring
There are bubbles in the water
and drops in the air
Rain falls down, fog rises up
Evil defines good
Lies cannot live without truth
Cold wants warmth
Darkness strives for light
Rain falls down, fog rises up
Forming a quivering shadow
A cold and warm stream
This is how my body works,
and I'm terribly anxious because
the packaging is too fragile
For what's inside me ...
There is no balance,
this is the main secret
And the rest are between the
pillow and the book
One has only to breathe,
and the air will sway and disperse
The order will be out of order
In one blinding flash
Day aspires to the night
There is no balance
Equilibrium is not possible
Who needs it?
Equilibrium is so boring
Written by KristinaX
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Amorous_tryst said:Equilibrium
There is no balance
There are bubbles in the water
and drops in the air
Rain falls down, fog rises up
Evil defines good
Lies cannot live without truth
Cold wants warmth
Darkness strives for light
Rain falls down, fog rises up
Forming a quivering shadow
A cold and warm stream
This is how my body works,
and I'm terribly anxious because
the packaging is too fragile
For what's inside me ...
There is no balance,
this is the main secret
And the rest are between the
pillow and the book
One has only to breathe,
and the air will sway and disperse
The order will be out of order
In one blinding flash
Day aspires to the night
There is no balance
Equilibrium is not possible
Who needs it?
Equilibrium is so boring
KristinaXWritten by KristinaX
Published 17th Nov 2020
Hello Amorous! Is this a piece by a newcomer to DU? If so, could you please copy and paste the URL into the thread? If this is a piece authored by you, it does not qualify for this particular comp. This is a nomination comp only. Thank you!
Disregard the above message!! Thank you for this fantastic nomination.
There is no balance
There are bubbles in the water
and drops in the air
Rain falls down, fog rises up
Evil defines good
Lies cannot live without truth
Cold wants warmth
Darkness strives for light
Rain falls down, fog rises up
Forming a quivering shadow
A cold and warm stream
This is how my body works,
and I'm terribly anxious because
the packaging is too fragile
For what's inside me ...
There is no balance,
this is the main secret
And the rest are between the
pillow and the book
One has only to breathe,
and the air will sway and disperse
The order will be out of order
In one blinding flash
Day aspires to the night
There is no balance
Equilibrium is not possible
Who needs it?
Equilibrium is so boring
KristinaXWritten by KristinaX
Published 17th Nov 2020
Hello Amorous! Is this a piece by a newcomer to DU? If so, could you please copy and paste the URL into the thread? If this is a piece authored by you, it does not qualify for this particular comp. This is a nomination comp only. Thank you!
Disregard the above message!! Thank you for this fantastic nomination.
Portraits of Ghosts
Yesterday isn’t real.
You edited the moments you’ve lived
before you stored them on the shelf.
The past is an evolving narrative,
as you rearrange the pictures
to fit the theme of the moment.
The story exists only in your head.
Strike a match to the snapshots and memories –
Suddenly you’re an uprooted tree …
Floating down the river, moment to moment,
no longer chained to the mental fabrications
that Time, in the end, will always reveal
were only portraits of ghosts.
You edited the moments you’ve lived
before you stored them on the shelf.
The past is an evolving narrative,
as you rearrange the pictures
to fit the theme of the moment.
The story exists only in your head.
Strike a match to the snapshots and memories –
Suddenly you’re an uprooted tree …
Floating down the river, moment to moment,
no longer chained to the mental fabrications
that Time, in the end, will always reveal
were only portraits of ghosts.
Written by Tallquietguy
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Anonymous
Enjoy the Silence.
I dont mean to get irate when you're asking me questions
When I'm sectioning thoughts
Visiting new dimensions
But im reading a book weaved by my imagination
Thinking of various scenarios
Following intricate machinations
There may be two or three concepts grinding inside of my head
I'll pause one and continue another thought as it makes progress
I may seem stoic or that im not paying attention
But to get angry with my lack of response is simply contentious
I am no dancing monkey here to entertain
When I create it is to excite my wanting brain
You expect a different measure every time these fingers lay
As if to scoff at a composer for not delivering another play
My silence offends like a host refusing to be food
When sometimes we need a break to explore that which controls mood
So if im sitting in a corner laughing to myself amused
Fuck off and stop trying to tell me what to fuckin do.
When I'm sectioning thoughts
Visiting new dimensions
But im reading a book weaved by my imagination
Thinking of various scenarios
Following intricate machinations
There may be two or three concepts grinding inside of my head
I'll pause one and continue another thought as it makes progress
I may seem stoic or that im not paying attention
But to get angry with my lack of response is simply contentious
I am no dancing monkey here to entertain
When I create it is to excite my wanting brain
You expect a different measure every time these fingers lay
As if to scoff at a composer for not delivering another play
My silence offends like a host refusing to be food
When sometimes we need a break to explore that which controls mood
So if im sitting in a corner laughing to myself amused
Fuck off and stop trying to tell me what to fuckin do.
Written by jenny_is_hungry
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Anonymous
(No problem. However, I don’t think you’re a new new member. But I love this piece, so it deserved it.)
