Poetry competition CLOSED 5th February 2021 4:42pm
WINNER
brokentitanium (k.)
brokentitanium (k.)
RUNNER-UP:
AspergerPoet56
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Poem of the month January
Poetry Contest Description
It’s a new year! Nominate the best written works.. show some love.
It's time for our "Poem of the Month" to be featured in the DUP 'Poem of the Month Hall of Fame' and on the official Facebook page.
You have THREE weeks to nominate no more than THREE of your favorite poems from another DUP poet!
Please note the following when making nominations:
Mo
NOTE: The Spoken Word of the Month comp is here:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/11384/
Because the vote for this com is anonymous, and spoken word pieces cannot be anonymous due to avatars and voices, we would prefer you nominate those pieces in the appropriate comp above so that voting remains fair.
NOTE: New Member ( six ( 6 ) months of less ) of the Month comp is here:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/11511/
1. Self nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme. This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.
2. You may nominate only THREE poems from THREE different DU members.
3. No DUPLICATES. If someone nominates the same poem the entry will be deleted. If you like it that much wait and vote for it!
4. Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.
5. Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to the win will be automatically disqualified.
6. One win per member within a Calendar Year.
7. You must personally notify the member that they have been nominated.
Nomination Duration is three weeks followed by a week of site voting!
Current Poem of the Month Hall of Famers:
2020
January 2020- NEW BEGINNINGS
February 2020 - EDIBLE WORDS
March 2020 - MADAME LAVENDER
APRIL 2020 - MONKEYMAN
MAY 2020 - TIMAGINATION543
JUNE 2020 - LEPPEROCHAN (Craic-Dealer)
JULY 2020 - STRANGEWAYS_ROB
August 2020 Daniel Christensen
September 2020 Aspergerpoet
October 2020 Lunagreyhawk
November 2020 Kristinax
December 2020 Ahavati
2019
January, 2019 - DANIELCHRISTENSEN
February, 2019 - SOPHIE_ERICSON
March, 2019 - AUDIOHARLEEA
April, 2019 - FROM THE ASH
May, 2019 - MISS_SUB
June, 2019 - NAAJIR
July, 2019 - LAYLA
August, 2019 - AHAVATI
September, 2019 - MISS_SUB
October, 2019 - HOWLING_WHELMS
November, 2019 - JOHNNY BLAZE
December 2019- RACHEL_LAUREN
2018
January, 2018 - LADY_OF_THE_QUILL
February, 2018 - LEPPEROCHAN Craic in a Box
March, 2018 - TINABUBUYA (Tee Mali)
April, 2018 - CROWFLY
May, 2018 - ATOMIKBOMB
June, 2018 - MISS_SUB (Missy)
July, 2018 - MEADOWSWEET
August, 2018 - LAYLA
September, 2018 - COLD FUSION
October, 2018 - TODSKI28
November, 2018 - TheMUSE22
December, 2018 - BENDER
2017
January, 2017 - VEE
February, 2017 - CRIMSIN
March, 2017 - ONEFIFTYSIX
April, 2017 - DANIEL CHRISTENSEN
May, 2017 - ALEXANDER CASE
June, 2017 - AEMelia564
July, 2017 - THE_SILLY_SIBYL (Jack Thomas Heslop)
August, 2017 - QUIETUSQUILL
September, 2017 - _SHADOE_
October, 2017 - POETSREVENGE
November, 2017 - NAAJIR
December, 2017 - POETSPEAK
2016
November, 2016 - JOHN FEDDELER
December, 2016 - AHAVATI
You have THREE weeks to nominate no more than THREE of your favorite poems from another DUP poet!
Please note the following when making nominations:
Mo
NOTE: The Spoken Word of the Month comp is here:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/11384/
Because the vote for this com is anonymous, and spoken word pieces cannot be anonymous due to avatars and voices, we would prefer you nominate those pieces in the appropriate comp above so that voting remains fair.
NOTE: New Member ( six ( 6 ) months of less ) of the Month comp is here:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/11511/
1. Self nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme. This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.
2. You may nominate only THREE poems from THREE different DU members.
3. No DUPLICATES. If someone nominates the same poem the entry will be deleted. If you like it that much wait and vote for it!
4. Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.
5. Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to the win will be automatically disqualified.
6. One win per member within a Calendar Year.
7. You must personally notify the member that they have been nominated.
Nomination Duration is three weeks followed by a week of site voting!
Current Poem of the Month Hall of Famers:
2020
January 2020- NEW BEGINNINGS
February 2020 - EDIBLE WORDS
March 2020 - MADAME LAVENDER
APRIL 2020 - MONKEYMAN
MAY 2020 - TIMAGINATION543
JUNE 2020 - LEPPEROCHAN (Craic-Dealer)
JULY 2020 - STRANGEWAYS_ROB
August 2020 Daniel Christensen
September 2020 Aspergerpoet
October 2020 Lunagreyhawk
November 2020 Kristinax
December 2020 Ahavati
2019
January, 2019 - DANIELCHRISTENSEN
February, 2019 - SOPHIE_ERICSON
March, 2019 - AUDIOHARLEEA
April, 2019 - FROM THE ASH
May, 2019 - MISS_SUB
June, 2019 - NAAJIR
July, 2019 - LAYLA
August, 2019 - AHAVATI
September, 2019 - MISS_SUB
October, 2019 - HOWLING_WHELMS
November, 2019 - JOHNNY BLAZE
December 2019- RACHEL_LAUREN
2018
January, 2018 - LADY_OF_THE_QUILL
February, 2018 - LEPPEROCHAN Craic in a Box
March, 2018 - TINABUBUYA (Tee Mali)
April, 2018 - CROWFLY
May, 2018 - ATOMIKBOMB
June, 2018 - MISS_SUB (Missy)
July, 2018 - MEADOWSWEET
August, 2018 - LAYLA
September, 2018 - COLD FUSION
October, 2018 - TODSKI28
November, 2018 - TheMUSE22
December, 2018 - BENDER
2017
January, 2017 - VEE
February, 2017 - CRIMSIN
March, 2017 - ONEFIFTYSIX
April, 2017 - DANIEL CHRISTENSEN
May, 2017 - ALEXANDER CASE
June, 2017 - AEMelia564
July, 2017 - THE_SILLY_SIBYL (Jack Thomas Heslop)
August, 2017 - QUIETUSQUILL
September, 2017 - _SHADOE_
October, 2017 - POETSREVENGE
November, 2017 - NAAJIR
December, 2017 - POETSPEAK
2016
November, 2016 - JOHN FEDDELER
December, 2016 - AHAVATI
Smaller Still
In smaller places
like closed cupboard doors
like between the washer and dryer
where McDuff got stuck
the dog of crooked ears and tail
of whimpers and runtism
in small places
like tunnels
near those tennis courts and the creek
like tunnels
the dear made in forsythia bushes
in this years sunken behind
like saggy skin
small enough
for me and Sarah
for me and Eliza
for Caroline and I
an orangey bloomy spring
the wide ride
through neighbor Bobs sprinklers
the trucker, the fucker
who slashed the forsythias
and left west on the I-70 Interstate
"Run!" I think were caught
its a small space, escape
smaller under the covers
smaller even more in the euphoria of forests
and contained and concentrated euphoria
glittering breathing cathedral
smaller like tunnels
like sex
such a small space
your limited lovely face
small space, the waist
is it weird that I stuck my tongue in your nose?
is it odd if I drink straight from the hose?
or when Bridgid the dog
was lost in the bog
gone for five wide days
and came back blind
smaller when she bonked into unseen cabinets
and cried through the night
I think thats how it went
to remember
the tangled knot of before
the before time
like pavement, hot
like mirage, hotter
like gray carpet
rough rough and rougher
like capers
like solitude
none had like I
in my small small world
untangling the past
shrinking shrinking knot
knot del pasado
pasando por nada
older, smaller knot
older now
smaller still
smaller today
to walk these street and still feel this way
wider the sky
larger the form
and even so
I walk this life
shrinking from shore to shore
like closed cupboard doors
like between the washer and dryer
where McDuff got stuck
the dog of crooked ears and tail
of whimpers and runtism
in small places
like tunnels
near those tennis courts and the creek
like tunnels
the dear made in forsythia bushes
in this years sunken behind
like saggy skin
small enough
for me and Sarah
for me and Eliza
for Caroline and I
an orangey bloomy spring
the wide ride
through neighbor Bobs sprinklers
the trucker, the fucker
who slashed the forsythias
and left west on the I-70 Interstate
"Run!" I think were caught
its a small space, escape
smaller under the covers
smaller even more in the euphoria of forests
and contained and concentrated euphoria
glittering breathing cathedral
smaller like tunnels
like sex
such a small space
your limited lovely face
small space, the waist
is it weird that I stuck my tongue in your nose?
is it odd if I drink straight from the hose?
or when Bridgid the dog
was lost in the bog
gone for five wide days
and came back blind
smaller when she bonked into unseen cabinets
and cried through the night
I think thats how it went
to remember
the tangled knot of before
the before time
like pavement, hot
like mirage, hotter
like gray carpet
rough rough and rougher
like capers
like solitude
none had like I
in my small small world
untangling the past
shrinking shrinking knot
knot del pasado
pasando por nada
older, smaller knot
older now
smaller still
smaller today
to walk these street and still feel this way
wider the sky
larger the form
and even so
I walk this life
shrinking from shore to shore
Written by plexus
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Silence (NoPoo 59)
Every single night
I endure the silence
Witbout you
Fighting to feel
Everything we were
Here in the dark
The pantomime of life
Endless parodies
Of missed choices
Teardrops dancing on skin
For something lost
In the heart
Long suffering kiss
Felt deep within
Reminders of love
A wavelength
Of the soul
Forever vibrating
Every single night
In the void
Pretending
My heart
Has not lost you
In the silence
I endure the silence
Witbout you
Fighting to feel
Everything we were
Here in the dark
The pantomime of life
Endless parodies
Of missed choices
Teardrops dancing on skin
For something lost
In the heart
Long suffering kiss
Felt deep within
Reminders of love
A wavelength
Of the soul
Forever vibrating
Every single night
In the void
Pretending
My heart
Has not lost you
In the silence
Written by AspergerPoet56
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MAGGOTS
In the four stages of decomposition
At first you get the initial decay
This is when the cells self-digest
And bacteria begin to proliferate
Once all the liquids have been expelled
Next the body starts to Bloat
Gases accumulate due to bacteria
Like an ego that once used to gloat
And during this marbling stage
Sulfur binds to molecules in the blood
It changes the color of the skin
To an orange tinge like fetid mud
Then come the flies and maggots
Answering the call of death and decay
Feeding on the rotting flesh
Entering any orifice to feast and play
The maggots come in endless numbers
Hatching even more maggots to feed
They only care to devour the tissue
With an endless hunger and greed
But the maggots, the maggots are everywhere
They come out of the woodwork in a rage
Feasting on the orange bloated corpse
As the body begins to purge in this stage
In the final phase of advanced decay
The maggots eat up everything that lies
The body shrinks down to the bones
As the nearby vegetation dies
Written by wallyroo92
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How to start a day
How to start a day:
“With gratitude and humility”
sounds so trite
and is easier said than done.
Instead, start with coffee.
When I’m groggy and depressed
and can’t summon gratitude for anything else,
coffee softens my edges.
Next, get out Into the world
and notice things,
wonder about mysteries,
connect with wisdom.
I consider it prayer,
but the label doesn’t matter.
Noticing (awe) --
--That the gray sky is not gray at all.
If I was a painter, I’d need a full palette
of muted blue-gray, purple-gray, orange-gray…
it is beautiful, and I get to see it.
--That the thin skiff of snow
collects on one side of each pebble,
showing the direction of the wind as it fell…
it is intriguing, and I get to witness it.
Wondering (curiosity) –
--about the tracks in the snow
Was that a cat, or some other small ditch-dwelling mammal?
How did it jump so far?
I ponder mysteries large and small.
--about how the stars are still burning above me,
beyond the daylight, above the clouds,
although my current context won’t let me see them…
here and now is not their moment to shine.
(after noticing
and wondering
I find my point of connection)
Connecting (wisdom) --
Stars always make me think of Time,
and the double-think
of smallness and significance.
I am, by objective measures, of no consequence in this vast universe.
I am also, at some moment, to someone, in some context,
exactly what is needed,
and therefore infinitely important.
Small and large – like stars -- brilliant and invisible.
I don’t think I’ll know my moment of significance –
maybe it’s already passed.
My purpose is to just keep shining
for that opportune moment of fulfillment,
trying not to get in the way
of being what I am.
Noticing.. wondering… connecting…
Once I’ve grasped both
my immeasurable insignificance
and my unique belovedness
I can begin.
Equipped with a Self
and with Resources
for a Purpose --
How shall I use them today?
How to start a day:
with gratitude and humility.
“With gratitude and humility”
sounds so trite
and is easier said than done.
Instead, start with coffee.
When I’m groggy and depressed
and can’t summon gratitude for anything else,
coffee softens my edges.
Next, get out Into the world
and notice things,
wonder about mysteries,
connect with wisdom.
I consider it prayer,
but the label doesn’t matter.
Noticing (awe) --
--That the gray sky is not gray at all.
If I was a painter, I’d need a full palette
of muted blue-gray, purple-gray, orange-gray…
it is beautiful, and I get to see it.
--That the thin skiff of snow
collects on one side of each pebble,
showing the direction of the wind as it fell…
it is intriguing, and I get to witness it.
Wondering (curiosity) –
--about the tracks in the snow
Was that a cat, or some other small ditch-dwelling mammal?
How did it jump so far?
I ponder mysteries large and small.
--about how the stars are still burning above me,
beyond the daylight, above the clouds,
although my current context won’t let me see them…
here and now is not their moment to shine.
(after noticing
and wondering
I find my point of connection)
Connecting (wisdom) --
Stars always make me think of Time,
and the double-think
of smallness and significance.
I am, by objective measures, of no consequence in this vast universe.
I am also, at some moment, to someone, in some context,
exactly what is needed,
and therefore infinitely important.
Small and large – like stars -- brilliant and invisible.
I don’t think I’ll know my moment of significance –
maybe it’s already passed.
My purpose is to just keep shining
for that opportune moment of fulfillment,
trying not to get in the way
of being what I am.
Noticing.. wondering… connecting…
Once I’ve grasped both
my immeasurable insignificance
and my unique belovedness
I can begin.
Equipped with a Self
and with Resources
for a Purpose --
How shall I use them today?
How to start a day:
with gratitude and humility.
Written by brokentitanium
(k.)
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Dear God...It's Me Again
Dear God...it's me again
It's now been 14 months since I lost my best friend
The pain is subsiding but it never goes away
I think about my little brother every single day
I still talk to him as if he was still here
Tell him about my day as I wipe away the tears
He was so young, God, I just don't understand
He was in the prime of his life. Why you take him out like that?
But then again, I know you never make mistakes
My brother is in Heaven and I know that he's ok
Comforted by the fact that he's no longer in pain
He's better off with you than being in a hospital bed
Writing you is my therapy for my sadness and sorrow
Goodnight, dear God...Talk to you tomorrow
It's now been 14 months since I lost my best friend
The pain is subsiding but it never goes away
I think about my little brother every single day
I still talk to him as if he was still here
Tell him about my day as I wipe away the tears
He was so young, God, I just don't understand
He was in the prime of his life. Why you take him out like that?
But then again, I know you never make mistakes
My brother is in Heaven and I know that he's ok
Comforted by the fact that he's no longer in pain
He's better off with you than being in a hospital bed
Writing you is my therapy for my sadness and sorrow
Goodnight, dear God...Talk to you tomorrow
Written by MoeBetta
(Moe Betta)
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Cordoned Off
I think I get too caught up on blooms and blossoms
Flowers come in so many colors;
We were out in the meadow,
I kept getting snagged by the little burrs
My sister pointed out a tall red in the grass:
It's a poppy
Mature petals swirled around a black head
And the bees were out,
The sun was particularly gentle,
There was no wind,
I love it when it's like this.
The meadow is sectioned;
There is the gravel road that goes through the tall grasses and the purple flowers
It goes by the gazebo
Wood shingled roof and stone base;
No picnic table though, and I've never seen it used,
This dark wooden skeleton that scowls in the sunshine,
Lonely and unused,
A little sad, bemused by the wasp hive it harbors in its kneaves;
The meadow is littered with wildflowers that lie low until you get close;
You can just skip about
There's a stricter area to the right
Thorny bushes and tendrils
And uneven ditches and mud
Still look beautiful:
Roses and butterflies
The stream, quiet,
But it is a forbidden place, over there,
So I watch from the meadow flowers.
Written by asbr808
(Anthony R)
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The winner of this competition and any runners up were decided by public vote.
Thank you to the following members for voting:
RiAN, JohnnyBlaze, shadow_starzzz, da_poetic-edifier, Insiderew, Phantom2426, brokentitanium, LunaGreyhawk, AspergerPoet56, Scolar37, Marks, raconteur, DaisyGrace, cold_fusion, lepperochan, Amorous_tryst, wilberfloss, Eerie, Blackdove, Tallen
Thank you to the following members for voting:
RiAN, JohnnyBlaze, shadow_starzzz, da_poetic-edifier, Insiderew, Phantom2426, brokentitanium, LunaGreyhawk, AspergerPoet56, Scolar37, Marks, raconteur, DaisyGrace, cold_fusion, lepperochan, Amorous_tryst, wilberfloss, Eerie, Blackdove, Tallen
