Poetry competition CLOSED 28th April 2021 8:40pm
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Tell me what you see
Poetry Contest Description
Write about this image. This can a poem or short story
Take a good long look at what’s going on here and then let the words spill out. No matter what form the words spill- whether poem or short story. Have fun with the flow!
This is my photo and every photo I use for this challenge is my art.
When the veil is thin you appear
But did you ever leave
When that pot of molten lava sets for the eve
And the shadows grow bigger on the leaves of the trees
I feel you in every fiber of my being
My body, my breath and the world that surrounds
You’re holding me close all around
But did you ever leave
When that pot of molten lava sets for the eve
And the shadows grow bigger on the leaves of the trees
I feel you in every fiber of my being
My body, my breath and the world that surrounds
You’re holding me close all around
The Shaman's Journey: On Strings of Webs
The contours of dark lines
among the stars
within twinkling nights
mysterious diadems
floating outside peripheries
of a walker’s twinkling eye
they travel
travellers of the cosmos
knowing not time
nor venerate hours
catching gossamer webs
of lost ones
souls left meandering
on unlighted paths
walkers watch with care
not guests to sights
beyond the flesh
cowering behind thin veils
of mortal trance
walkers call softly
to those they seek
as travellers pass by
silence like a hushed birth
of a holy prince
their countenance in fiery beauty
evoke fear and trembling
deep veneration
for these cosmic beings
they ride on flashes of lights
crests of the highest order
on their shields
these beings sons of El
forever roam the realms
around the universe
for the ultimate Sovereign
the walkers
returning
will never
speak of Them.
among the stars
within twinkling nights
mysterious diadems
floating outside peripheries
of a walker’s twinkling eye
they travel
travellers of the cosmos
knowing not time
nor venerate hours
catching gossamer webs
of lost ones
souls left meandering
on unlighted paths
walkers watch with care
not guests to sights
beyond the flesh
cowering behind thin veils
of mortal trance
walkers call softly
to those they seek
as travellers pass by
silence like a hushed birth
of a holy prince
their countenance in fiery beauty
evoke fear and trembling
deep veneration
for these cosmic beings
they ride on flashes of lights
crests of the highest order
on their shields
these beings sons of El
forever roam the realms
around the universe
for the ultimate Sovereign
the walkers
returning
will never
speak of Them.
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Saying goodbye to sunlight
The daylight slips like an otter
into the stream behind tired eyes,
its dusty pink embers quench
the ruddy cheeks of falling clouds.
lush lips search out the sweet
damp grass of nightfall
and calls out the ground
that fears the flaming torch.
The darkening scent of silhouetted trees
rest their leaves as all creatures
breathe the shallow breaths of sleep
and whisper incantations
only the dawn will hear.
into the stream behind tired eyes,
its dusty pink embers quench
the ruddy cheeks of falling clouds.
lush lips search out the sweet
damp grass of nightfall
and calls out the ground
that fears the flaming torch.
The darkening scent of silhouetted trees
rest their leaves as all creatures
breathe the shallow breaths of sleep
and whisper incantations
only the dawn will hear.
Written by Razzerleaf
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Pondering
In wistfulness, we gaze into our own beyond.
Rise, in lies, life's confessions,
still some half hidden.
The clouds that mimic us
dusk's outlines in burned charcoal
Dark ends of the spectrum, resonate
omnipotence staged, the panorama's open page.
Our changing world it needs,
a sentinel to overwatch
Sometimes benign.
Sometimes to glower with reproach.
Days endings, its paper cut-out
dreams, images come home to rest.
The covers of tiredness, a mask.
Not god,
but self preservation,
staring us out.
Leaving one to ponder.
that instant in a world of wonder
Rise, in lies, life's confessions,
still some half hidden.
The clouds that mimic us
dusk's outlines in burned charcoal
Dark ends of the spectrum, resonate
omnipotence staged, the panorama's open page.
Our changing world it needs,
a sentinel to overwatch
Sometimes benign.
Sometimes to glower with reproach.
Days endings, its paper cut-out
dreams, images come home to rest.
The covers of tiredness, a mask.
Not god,
but self preservation,
staring us out.
Leaving one to ponder.
that instant in a world of wonder
Written by slipalong
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