Poetry competition CLOSED 28th November 2020 5:51am
WINNER
Bluevelvete
Bluevelvete
RUNNERS-UP:
buddydog
and Amorous_tryst
Water Under the Bridge
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem about forgiveness/water under the bridge
With Thanksgiving around the corner I think a lot about forgiveness. I want you all to write about an incident/situation that is what you (the writer) consider to be water under the bridge. The very definition of water under the bridge (according to dictionary.com) is the following. "Water under the bridge refers to past events, especially fights or disagreement, that are forgiven, forgotten, or otherwise no longer considered important."
Here are the rules:
* 3 weeks
* 2 pieces/poems per writer
* minimum of 10 lines
* no limit on length
* and lastly have fun
* it will be open to a public vote in the end
Please PM me for questions, comments or concerns.
Example piece
Water Under the Bridge
You popped back up in my life after years
Of not talking and this time there are no
Expectations. But I do not expect things
To go back to like what they were before
The storm, chaos and without any tears
Or fears in the way. We continue to grow
Every day despite the setbacks and flings
With other people. What life has in store
For us, especially during these weird and
Strange times is forgiveness. No one can
Ever replace the hole you left behind, but
No one could ever mend the love we used
To have either. No one could hold my hand
Or heart like you did. We should have ran
And thrown everything all away. In this rut
And pit stop life tempts us with confused
Or muddled love when in fact we should
Be remembering the love that should be
So simple or singular like the one heart
That beats for you. It is all water under
The bridge despite everything that could
Have swept us away like anger or the sea
Of resentment. We are one step or start
From leaving every mistake and blunder
In the past while we have moved on, but in
The end we are far from where we have been.
Here are the rules:
* 3 weeks
* 2 pieces/poems per writer
* minimum of 10 lines
* no limit on length
* and lastly have fun
* it will be open to a public vote in the end
Please PM me for questions, comments or concerns.
Example piece
Water Under the Bridge
You popped back up in my life after years
Of not talking and this time there are no
Expectations. But I do not expect things
To go back to like what they were before
The storm, chaos and without any tears
Or fears in the way. We continue to grow
Every day despite the setbacks and flings
With other people. What life has in store
For us, especially during these weird and
Strange times is forgiveness. No one can
Ever replace the hole you left behind, but
No one could ever mend the love we used
To have either. No one could hold my hand
Or heart like you did. We should have ran
And thrown everything all away. In this rut
And pit stop life tempts us with confused
Or muddled love when in fact we should
Be remembering the love that should be
So simple or singular like the one heart
That beats for you. It is all water under
The bridge despite everything that could
Have swept us away like anger or the sea
Of resentment. We are one step or start
From leaving every mistake and blunder
In the past while we have moved on, but in
The end we are far from where we have been.
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Soon (It Will All Be Water Under The Bridge)
As I'm walking
through this world
I wonder what
it's coming to
all that
once was a
ravishing red
now rapidly
just fades
to blue
I feel a change
coming through
Was it inevitable
from the start
with most Americans
voting, knowing it's
their civil right
I don't feel
either party rocks
when both are
blinded by the light
It's next to impossible
to pick a side
since one candidate
is way too old
while the other
has lost his grip
and quite possibly
his entire mind
through this world
I wonder what
it's coming to
all that
once was a
ravishing red
now rapidly
just fades
to blue
I feel a change
coming through
Was it inevitable
from the start
with most Americans
voting, knowing it's
their civil right
I don't feel
either party rocks
when both are
blinded by the light
It's next to impossible
to pick a side
since one candidate
is way too old
while the other
has lost his grip
and quite possibly
his entire mind
Written by faithmairee
(Faith Elizabeth Brigham)
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Damn
Water under the bridge
Well, I'll be dammed
There's nothing flowing pass
It looks like such a perfect view to jump
Looking down
Not looking up
But it doesn't stop the current
Here and now
No I'm not proud
Finding strength as it slips away
Stopped by the boulder
Just trying to get over
Setting Sun
Nowhere to run
Done is done
A simple sentence that hits hard
Maybe it'll dislodge
Waterlogged
Under the bridge
That gaps beneath
Where I'm meant to sleep
Accepted conclusion
Puddles up the swan song
I'll just lie to myself and move on
Well, I'll be dammed
There's nothing flowing pass
It looks like such a perfect view to jump
Looking down
Not looking up
But it doesn't stop the current
Here and now
No I'm not proud
Finding strength as it slips away
Stopped by the boulder
Just trying to get over
Setting Sun
Nowhere to run
Done is done
A simple sentence that hits hard
Maybe it'll dislodge
Waterlogged
Under the bridge
That gaps beneath
Where I'm meant to sleep
Accepted conclusion
Puddles up the swan song
I'll just lie to myself and move on
Written by DCLXVI_1989
(Garrett Asa Hughes)
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I Never Said Goodbye
Even though I never said goodbye
I guess you took it that way
You’re like all the dreams that we shared
You mysteriously faded away
I hope your smile and the passion in your love
Is still one in the same
Now your love is something
I didn’t wanna to lose
I understand that it’s a hard choice to make
Your love was magical I can’t seem to let go
I hope your old man feels the same...
So long as there’s no one to blame.
Memories are souvenirs that’s always there
Lost between midnight and a morning star
Like the wind whispering through Georgia pines
A waterfall is who we are
Do you ever wish you didn’t miss me
Is a pinky swear still the same
Now your love is something
I didn’t wanna to lose
I understand that it’s a hard choice to make
Your love was magical I can’t seem to let go
I hope your old man feels the same...
So long as there’s no one to blame.
(Instrumental)
Now your love is something...
I didn’t wanna to lose
I hope your old man... feels the same...
So long as there’s no one to blame.
I guess you took it that way
You’re like all the dreams that we shared
You mysteriously faded away
I hope your smile and the passion in your love
Is still one in the same
Now your love is something
I didn’t wanna to lose
I understand that it’s a hard choice to make
Your love was magical I can’t seem to let go
I hope your old man feels the same...
So long as there’s no one to blame.
Memories are souvenirs that’s always there
Lost between midnight and a morning star
Like the wind whispering through Georgia pines
A waterfall is who we are
Do you ever wish you didn’t miss me
Is a pinky swear still the same
Now your love is something
I didn’t wanna to lose
I understand that it’s a hard choice to make
Your love was magical I can’t seem to let go
I hope your old man feels the same...
So long as there’s no one to blame.
(Instrumental)
Now your love is something...
I didn’t wanna to lose
I hope your old man... feels the same...
So long as there’s no one to blame.
Written by buddydog
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I'd like to make a note that the line, "six-six versus five-three, I never stood a chance", does not refer to the physical altercation, it refers to what people assumed happened based on our heights instead of looking at the evidence and witnesses to what actually happened, that being said its still a dumb poem that I'll probably be retracting
Poo sticks
As we stood and dropped a stick
our vision's cast, were all upstream
the currents swirl, and fickle twist
to hold on, and trap todays moonbeams
The diamond' s glitter in the dark
greener grass, so near, so far
and lay foundations for the arch
to tread the arc towards your heart
In the wash, the eddies writhe
perfection, its reflection skewed
and destinies may be disguised
the evermore, or just the interlude
But in the water as it swept
to be both items in one boat
just time to pause, and so reflect
withstand the turbulence and float
The head or heart, which will command
overcome, and sink into the depths
waterlogged, together swimming hand in hand
a passage short but so complex
our vision's cast, were all upstream
the currents swirl, and fickle twist
to hold on, and trap todays moonbeams
The diamond' s glitter in the dark
greener grass, so near, so far
and lay foundations for the arch
to tread the arc towards your heart
In the wash, the eddies writhe
perfection, its reflection skewed
and destinies may be disguised
the evermore, or just the interlude
But in the water as it swept
to be both items in one boat
just time to pause, and so reflect
withstand the turbulence and float
The head or heart, which will command
overcome, and sink into the depths
waterlogged, together swimming hand in hand
a passage short but so complex
Written by slipalong
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Breaking Bread or Making Toasts
An olive branch was offered
and reached for eagerly
grasped then held
within welcoming hands.
The why was unknown
and only the whence
was important
The one whose arm
extended was shown
a peacemaker
perhaps a bigger person
but does that really matter
for that position is fluid
flows from person to person
and all that is significant
is the gesture
It is this single act
and the reaction
that can be a path
to peace within
this world
a country
community
neighborhood
family
whether subsequent dialog
leads to dropping the fruit
into a drink while enjoying
an exchange of perspectives
or only the unspoken understanding
not to engage unhealthfully
it is the action taken that most matters
Written by Amorous_tryst
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When I Say Entre Nous
When I say entre nous what I really mean
is, don’t share it with anyone else, I know
it wasn’t the most intimate conversation,
but you and I have been long time friends
but when I heard those same words being fed
back to me from someone else, some two-
hundred miles away, I knew it went through
you, into the ears of person I disliked most
I felt betrayed, how could you break my trust?
Was the gossip too juicy to hold back or too
much for you not to keep on your own, I felt
the weight of my heart ache, but I left it alone
I know I didn’t confront you, thirty some years
is too long of time to throw a friendship
away, instead I distanced myself from you,
I dissociated from the entire circle of friends
now I just click like or place a smiley face without
a comment, but I’m glad you found someone
and that your family has grown, that little mishap
is just something that I dealt with on my own
perhaps sometime in the future, when we all
hang out like we used to in the old days, we’ll
still be friends, even though I kept the hurt
to myself, I’ve healed and learned to forgive
and hopefully once these tough times are
over, we’ll have conversations like we did when
we were teens, I’ll mention it then because
after all this time, it’s water under the bridge
Written by wallyroo92
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We’ll Cross That Bridge When We Build It
how do we cross
a burned-out bridge
that’s been washed away
from the middle?
so much water flows beneath,
my feet are wet
so much blood stains the river,
my hands are red
the stacks of wood
stored on both sides
would have made
quick work of small repairs;
but afraid of giving
too much of ourselves,
we refused to share ~
fiercely protecting our pieces
until we fractured,
becoming the sharp splinters
we’re still sleeping on,
the tinder by which
connection burned to ash
the fall came after,
as promised;
the moment we failed
to put pride in its place,
rot crawled deep
into the foundation,
and now there’s no fixing
the mess we’ve made
it’s time to take a leap of faith,
make a swim for solid ground
before this whole thing
gives way,
dragging us under
the flood of devastation
to drown in our own grief
grab my hand, hold tight
I won’t let go, I promise
I’ll pull you safely to shore;
there’s a peaceful stream
just around the bend,
where the current
is sure and steady;
we can span this distance
far from the old wreckage,
building fresh passage
from here to there
each of us surrendering
one plank and one nail
at a time
a burned-out bridge
that’s been washed away
from the middle?
so much water flows beneath,
my feet are wet
so much blood stains the river,
my hands are red
the stacks of wood
stored on both sides
would have made
quick work of small repairs;
but afraid of giving
too much of ourselves,
we refused to share ~
fiercely protecting our pieces
until we fractured,
becoming the sharp splinters
we’re still sleeping on,
the tinder by which
connection burned to ash
the fall came after,
as promised;
the moment we failed
to put pride in its place,
rot crawled deep
into the foundation,
and now there’s no fixing
the mess we’ve made
it’s time to take a leap of faith,
make a swim for solid ground
before this whole thing
gives way,
dragging us under
the flood of devastation
to drown in our own grief
grab my hand, hold tight
I won’t let go, I promise
I’ll pull you safely to shore;
there’s a peaceful stream
just around the bend,
where the current
is sure and steady;
we can span this distance
far from the old wreckage,
building fresh passage
from here to there
each of us surrendering
one plank and one nail
at a time
Written by LunaGreyhawk
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WE BOTH BEEN CREEPING
Sometimes in life and through our relationships there will come a time, that we wish hadn't happen but it was something of our own subconscious doing, as it was our decision to make a difference between what is right and what is wrong. For here we are face with a real hard decision whether to stay to together are go our own separate ways, or make it about our relationship as well as our journey through this cycle known as life. For I want to come clean and confess as I know that you want to do the same thing with me, for I know that I haven't been the best that I can be to you as a man, as you haven't been as a woman but we are both wrong and to blame for thinking that the grass is greener on the other side. For it is definitely never is better than what you are trying to build and protect, if what you have is what you've been seeking and searching for in your life and world. For even now here we are face to face breaking down with tears falling from our eyes, revealing the layer upon layers of tormented memories of a wrong followed by the hurt and pain and suffering. That we have cause for one another as one man and one woman, just because we hurted one another till we damn near killed and destroyed the honesty and truth and trust with honor and devotion and respect.
Written by Stoney223
(WOLF BAY33)
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