Poetry competition CLOSED 7th August 2021 10:38pm
WINNER
Abracadabra
Abracadabra
RUNNER-UP:
ReggiePoet
On the pains, travails, and joys of writing poetry
Poetry Contest Description
Poems only of course .
Poetry entries only. Give me rhymes. Or none. Go for Shakespeare. Or John Donne. Or Edmund Spencer. Or '' none of the above''. Go for 3 lines. Or 30 lines. Or 300.....whatever turns you on. Give me Blood Sweat and Tears (love that group).........
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Dearest five..
Won't disguise you!..
Won't disgust you!..
What I always asked of my five friends..
My "soul" in peace go to sleep free..
My "mind" could you go evil free?..
My "heart" please go delivery..
Don't possess my "body"
Devil let go of My buddies!..
My "shadow" walk free with me..
You my dearest ever pals I need to be..
Written by Numer90
(Numer0-un0)
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Blank Page Nympho
We all stare,
don't we?
A gal like her
must be
every poet's dream
Sweet symphony of moans
in pristine white
Fresh young limbs
spread out wide
just busting you up
with those
come to bed eyes
The all brand new
virgin
cutey-pie bride
gagging for you
to pop her cherry
any way you want it
almost every day
our good Lord gave
And this morning
starts out slow
She loves to tease
with a flutter of corny lines
smiling and flirting
the legs crossed cliche
waiting for your keyboard
to glow
Sweet nothings
cranked hard and hot
until inspiration struts up
hornier than a toad
You cling to the word flow
fierce and wild
biting sighs
while she caresses
the delicate texture
of your soul
begging for the rush
of consonants and vowels
craving syntax completion
to fill her
and make her whole
Sometimes
she'll linger
between the lines--
if you're lucky
you might come up for air
So while she licks her lips
you sip your tea
watching her cursor
pant silently for more
trying your darndest
to look elsewhere
You call her names
tell her it's over
that you can't go on
Yelling poetry's a whore
you scream her kind
was only ever good for
shredding the hearts of fools
left dirty
and broken in the gutter
their hopes bled emptier
than marrow sucked bones
But you know inside
she'll always be yours
Exquisite forever
her lure remains
a goddess at your trembling hand
the ache of her passion
perfectly timed
as she reels in those words
and creation
drowns you
once more
Written by Abracadabra
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Janus
I service a deity with two faces
Faithful penitent, holy harlot
mind supine to their whims
Words and Music the Janus
I attempt to appease
Bound to verse and loop
submissive to rhythm and rhyme
deprived of sleep and sanity
in their most sacred service
until such time as they are content
So jealous, this individual deity
insistent, persistent until I yield
I spend my days and nights
seeing chords and hearing words
seduced into divine intoxication
Faithful penitent, holy harlot
mind supine to their whims
Words and Music the Janus
I attempt to appease
Bound to verse and loop
submissive to rhythm and rhyme
deprived of sleep and sanity
in their most sacred service
until such time as they are content
So jealous, this individual deity
insistent, persistent until I yield
I spend my days and nights
seeing chords and hearing words
seduced into divine intoxication
Written by inechoingsilence
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My Devotion To Poetry
From the day that I first met you, I knew you were the one
On my darkest nights and gloomiest days, you're my shining Sun
The one that I can run to when I need a listening ear
When others have forsaken me, you've always stayed near
You'll be near and dear to my heart 'til life departs from me
I'm head over hills in love with you and I call you Poetry
I foresee greater ecstasy on the horizon up ahead
Every morning I awake to you lying next to me in bed
Thoughts of you course through my head each and every day
Helping me continue through life's phases of dismay
I use you to convey the things weighing heavy on my mind
I'll give anything to keep you cause you're a gem that's hard to find
I grind but I still find time to allocate to our progression
My faithfulness to you, lessens erections of depression
This is my confession; a declarative devotion to our union
That'll withstand the hands of time like the Constitution
On my darkest nights and gloomiest days, you're my shining Sun
The one that I can run to when I need a listening ear
When others have forsaken me, you've always stayed near
You'll be near and dear to my heart 'til life departs from me
I'm head over hills in love with you and I call you Poetry
I foresee greater ecstasy on the horizon up ahead
Every morning I awake to you lying next to me in bed
Thoughts of you course through my head each and every day
Helping me continue through life's phases of dismay
I use you to convey the things weighing heavy on my mind
I'll give anything to keep you cause you're a gem that's hard to find
I grind but I still find time to allocate to our progression
My faithfulness to you, lessens erections of depression
This is my confession; a declarative devotion to our union
That'll withstand the hands of time like the Constitution
Written by da_poetic-edifier
(Damon)
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Competition Poem: "Tangled Strings"
Puppeteer of my darkest convictions,
Tangled are your vexatious strings.
I move now without your restrictions.
No longer controlled by the wires.
Cut off from your delinquent mind,
Free from the unhealthy desires.
But I can feel the needle with new threads,
I know you want to reattach the bond.
I have to stop you before it spreads.
Like a true puppet master, thorough and neat,
You attach every yearning back to my vest.
The puppet show will soon repeat.
Tangled are your vexatious strings.
I move now without your restrictions.
No longer controlled by the wires.
Cut off from your delinquent mind,
Free from the unhealthy desires.
But I can feel the needle with new threads,
I know you want to reattach the bond.
I have to stop you before it spreads.
Like a true puppet master, thorough and neat,
You attach every yearning back to my vest.
The puppet show will soon repeat.
Written by Vortex32167
(Stephan van Pinksteren)
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When the Silent Crow has Flown
I dance with him, a stranger still—
A figment of my mind
The song a hymn of meager skill—
Composed of words in rhyme
He takes the lead yet I resist—
I know this dance by heart
The words he needs cannot exist
While ink and parchment part
We dance a while
And rest a while
I struggle—What to Say?
The cat has come
And got my tongue
Perhaps another day
The dance goes on and he grows strong—
My ardor gives him strength
Each liaison gives girth and brawn—
His wit, more class and depth
When the silent crow has flown
Then I’m no longer lonesome
Because my lad has finally grown—
And he's such a handsome poem!
A figment of my mind
The song a hymn of meager skill—
Composed of words in rhyme
He takes the lead yet I resist—
I know this dance by heart
The words he needs cannot exist
While ink and parchment part
We dance a while
And rest a while
I struggle—What to Say?
The cat has come
And got my tongue
Perhaps another day
The dance goes on and he grows strong—
My ardor gives him strength
Each liaison gives girth and brawn—
His wit, more class and depth
When the silent crow has flown
Then I’m no longer lonesome
Because my lad has finally grown—
And he's such a handsome poem!
Written by ReggiePoet
(Reggie)
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