Poetry competition CLOSED 11th March 2021 5:36pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
anna_grin
Baby You've Come A Long Way!
Poetry Contest Description
International Woman's Day
Monday, March 06-08 is International Women's Day
(IWD )! The organization will be celebrating its 110th year!
IWD grew out of efforts in the early 20th century to promote women’s rights, especially suffrage. In its campaign for female enfranchisement, the Socialist Party of America in 1909 held the first National Woman’s Day, which was highlighted by mass meetings across the United States; the day was observed until 1913.
It has since grown into a global celebration! All Women are called to use their intellectual, nurturing, and creative skills to move the world from where it is now to where we believe it can be in 2030. IWD is an annual catalyst.
As a participant in the IWD events, you will be aligning with the Global Women’s Movement. Women worldwide will see you as one who cares about the well-being of women; someone who wants what they want – a more prosperous and peaceful world.
Learn more here:
https://www.bing.com/search?q=international+women%27s+day+2021&cvid=f5fb5d6a08ba4142aa6c17680745096c&pglt=137&FORM=ANNTA1&PC=ACTS
Submit a poem ( or two ) in celebration of women. This competition is NOT limited to women; men are more than welcome to join in the celebration by sharing from your perspective as a man.
Guidelines:
• Two poems per DU persona
• Any form accepted, including spoken word and visual submissions
• No word limit; however, try to keep it under 300
• No erotica
• New writes only ( as in after this comp was created )
• Have fun and celebrate our accomplishments and future goals!
Proud To Be A Woman
You can write to me
Using sweet words
Dear ones that honor me
Or ones that thrill me
Or you could write
About me
If you wish
Inspiring lines
Perhaps ones that rhyme
You can lift me up
Spread good words
Around and round
All these things
You could say aloud
But just knowing
How far this
Woman has come
Is enough for me
To say I'm proud.
Using sweet words
Dear ones that honor me
Or ones that thrill me
Or you could write
About me
If you wish
Inspiring lines
Perhaps ones that rhyme
You can lift me up
Spread good words
Around and round
All these things
You could say aloud
But just knowing
How far this
Woman has come
Is enough for me
To say I'm proud.
Written by faithmairee
(Faith Elizabeth Brigham)
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Anonymous
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Burn the house down
They will see the gentle smiles
wipe your cream onto their piles,
expect too little and too much
mistake compassion for soft touch,
expect that you need to be led
and hang on all the words they said
follow blind stuck on their tales
so certain that your bound to fail.
It's then your voice brings out the dead
and shows them where they dare not tread.
They turn around and you are gone
still not sure where it went wrong.
and as you set the legions free
remind them how its going to be
every castle built will burn
because each stone had to be earned.
fear the smoke that rips their throats,
find lame words on which they'll choke
and as you shout out "what's my name"
They'll follow you into the flames
and as you ask them once again
they tell you, you are woman
wipe your cream onto their piles,
expect too little and too much
mistake compassion for soft touch,
expect that you need to be led
and hang on all the words they said
follow blind stuck on their tales
so certain that your bound to fail.
It's then your voice brings out the dead
and shows them where they dare not tread.
They turn around and you are gone
still not sure where it went wrong.
and as you set the legions free
remind them how its going to be
every castle built will burn
because each stone had to be earned.
fear the smoke that rips their throats,
find lame words on which they'll choke
and as you shout out "what's my name"
They'll follow you into the flames
and as you ask them once again
they tell you, you are woman
Written by Razzerleaf
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Anonymous
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bitter herbs
an old dirt-shadowed face lives in my mind
stuffing her mouth with medicine
and a young girl beating her belly with rocks
running laps until she falls down breathless
i see legs akimbo and a ladle thrust inside
i smell the sweat of fever-drugged fear
retching fills the cavern of my memory
and screaming too- and blood- and death
as i pinch a white pill and shove with my thumb
as close to my cervix as i am able
-
i press the call button until they come
bearing one small signed-off codeine
which i crunch between my teeth
and all of a sudden, i am the old woman
chewing wild carrot seeds and praying
Written by anna_grin
(ANNAN)
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maybe not quite the celebratory tone you were after but the best i can do for now
Anonymous
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