Poetry competition CLOSED 23rd August 2021 3:28am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
Poem of the Month - August 2021
Poetry Contest Description
Three weeks to nominate your favorite poems!
You have THREE weeks to nominate no more than THREE of your favorite poems from another DUP poet!
Please note the following guidelines when making nominations:
The voting for this competition is anonymous; therefore,spoken word nominations will be disqualified. You may nominate Spoken Word pieces in the competition below.
Spoken Word of the Month Comp is here:
(Link coming soon!)
New Member ( six ( 6 ) months of less ) of the Month comp is here:
(Link coming soon!)
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 DUPLICATE NOMINATIONS. If you nominate a poem that has already been nominated you will be asked to replace the nomination.
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 winning will be automatically disqualified.
6. One win per member per calendar year, beginning with the month they win.
7. Please notify your nominee they have been nominated.
Nomination Duration is three weeks followed by a week of site voting!
Current Poem of the Month Hall of Famers:
2021:
January - brokentitanium (k.)
February - SatinUgal
March - X
April - RiAN
May - DaisyGrace
June - Bluevelvete
July - Jemac
2020
January- NEW BEGINNINGS
February - EDIBLE WORDS
March - MADAME LAVENDER
APRIL - MONKEYMAN
MAY - TIMAGINATION543
JUNE - LEPPEROCHAN (Craic-Dealer)
JULY - STRANGEWAYS_ROB
August - Daniel Christensen
September - Aspergerpoet
October - Lunagreyhawk
November - Kristinax
December - Ahavati
2019
January - DANIELCHRISTENSEN
February - SOPHIE_ERICSON
March - AUDIOHARLEEA
April - FROM THE ASH
May - MISS_SUB
June - NAAJIR
July - LAYLA
August, 2019 - AHAVATI
September - MISS_SUB
October - HOWLING_WHELMS
November - JOHNNY BLAZE
December - RACHEL_LAUREN
2018
January - LADY_OF_THE_QUILL
February - LEPPEROCHAN Craic in a Box
March - TINABUBUYA (Tee Mali)
April - CROWFLY
May - ATOMIKBOMB
June - MISS_SUB (Missy)
July - MEADOWSWEET
August - LAYLA
September - COLD FUSION
October - TODSKI28
November - TheMUSE22
December - BENDER
2017
January - VEE
February - CRIMSIN
March - ONEFIFTYSIX
April - DANIEL CHRISTENSEN
May - ALEXANDER CASE
June - AEMelia564
July - THE_SILLY_SIBYL (Jack Thomas Heslop)
August - QUIETUSQUILL
September - _SHADOE_
October - POETSREVENGE
November - NAAJIR
December - POETSPEAK
2016
November - JOHN FEDDELER
December - AHAVATI
Please note the following guidelines when making nominations:
The voting for this competition is anonymous; therefore,spoken word nominations will be disqualified. You may nominate Spoken Word pieces in the competition below.
Spoken Word of the Month Comp is here:
(Link coming soon!)
New Member ( six ( 6 ) months of less ) of the Month comp is here:
(Link coming soon!)
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 DUPLICATE NOMINATIONS. If you nominate a poem that has already been nominated you will be asked to replace the nomination.
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 winning will be automatically disqualified.
6. One win per member per calendar year, beginning with the month they win.
7. Please notify your nominee they have been nominated.
Nomination Duration is three weeks followed by a week of site voting!
Current Poem of the Month Hall of Famers:
2021:
January - brokentitanium (k.)
February - SatinUgal
March - X
April - RiAN
May - DaisyGrace
June - Bluevelvete
July - Jemac
2020
January- NEW BEGINNINGS
February - EDIBLE WORDS
March - MADAME LAVENDER
APRIL - MONKEYMAN
MAY - TIMAGINATION543
JUNE - LEPPEROCHAN (Craic-Dealer)
JULY - STRANGEWAYS_ROB
August - Daniel Christensen
September - Aspergerpoet
October - Lunagreyhawk
November - Kristinax
December - Ahavati
2019
January - DANIELCHRISTENSEN
February - SOPHIE_ERICSON
March - AUDIOHARLEEA
April - FROM THE ASH
May - MISS_SUB
June - NAAJIR
July - LAYLA
August, 2019 - AHAVATI
September - MISS_SUB
October - HOWLING_WHELMS
November - JOHNNY BLAZE
December - RACHEL_LAUREN
2018
January - LADY_OF_THE_QUILL
February - LEPPEROCHAN Craic in a Box
March - TINABUBUYA (Tee Mali)
April - CROWFLY
May - ATOMIKBOMB
June - MISS_SUB (Missy)
July - MEADOWSWEET
August - LAYLA
September - COLD FUSION
October - TODSKI28
November - TheMUSE22
December - BENDER
2017
January - VEE
February - CRIMSIN
March - ONEFIFTYSIX
April - DANIEL CHRISTENSEN
May - ALEXANDER CASE
June - AEMelia564
July - THE_SILLY_SIBYL (Jack Thomas Heslop)
August - QUIETUSQUILL
September - _SHADOE_
October - POETSREVENGE
November - NAAJIR
December - POETSPEAK
2016
November - JOHN FEDDELER
December - AHAVATI
Blessed be the Fruit
(Parallels of Fictional Tales and Real-World Spells)
There are these men who claim to have more
knowledge over women’s bodies. They issue laws
to have more control over them under the guise of
morality or God and all that that is pure, and so a
plan is formed, but it’s more of an ominous map
that seems to head toward this fictional dystopia
*
Quoting scriptures, they look to these ancient laws,
to a time when women were stoned to death if
they were caught in the act of fornication or some
other decree that defied the male authority.
*
But now, the hypocrisy is obvious, shameless, and blatant
as it seems they have more skeletons in their closets
then there are bodies disposed of in ditches and
graves. It’s an indoctrination when the extreme buys
into the idea and so they spew a rhetoric blanketed
in beliefs they deem to be…divine.
*
We see it throughout history, throughout cultures all
around the planet, even more so today with the aid
of technology. How many lives were threatened when
they spoke up? The Malala’s, the Parks, the Franks,
the women who challenged the norms because they
had more to contribute…the Curies, the Nightingales,
the Kellers. How many times were they met with
indifference and resistance.
*
I ask myself, what about those who had the chance
to speak up and didn’t? Those who subjugated because
they were too afraid or simply didn’t see the truth for
what it was. Perhaps it was the propaganda machine
that twisted their view of reality, that it was better
to conform than be different from the norm in order
to be able to fit in.
*
But it seems some have bought into the ideology with
all their heart and mind, without regard for science
or facts. They’ve gotten so deep into it, they’re willing
to sacrifice their lives. They’re willing to support the
men who oppress women simply because their lives
and views are somehow better than those who have
less.
*
But I guess, life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness
doesn’t really apply if you don’t have the resources
or wealth to do as you please. It seems like many have
fallen under a spell to sell their individuality for the sake
of preservation and status. It’s as if in tying the knot
with the hangman, they carry the noose. It’s as if marrying
the executioner, they get to hold the axe.
There are these men who claim to have more
knowledge over women’s bodies. They issue laws
to have more control over them under the guise of
morality or God and all that that is pure, and so a
plan is formed, but it’s more of an ominous map
that seems to head toward this fictional dystopia
*
Quoting scriptures, they look to these ancient laws,
to a time when women were stoned to death if
they were caught in the act of fornication or some
other decree that defied the male authority.
*
But now, the hypocrisy is obvious, shameless, and blatant
as it seems they have more skeletons in their closets
then there are bodies disposed of in ditches and
graves. It’s an indoctrination when the extreme buys
into the idea and so they spew a rhetoric blanketed
in beliefs they deem to be…divine.
*
We see it throughout history, throughout cultures all
around the planet, even more so today with the aid
of technology. How many lives were threatened when
they spoke up? The Malala’s, the Parks, the Franks,
the women who challenged the norms because they
had more to contribute…the Curies, the Nightingales,
the Kellers. How many times were they met with
indifference and resistance.
*
I ask myself, what about those who had the chance
to speak up and didn’t? Those who subjugated because
they were too afraid or simply didn’t see the truth for
what it was. Perhaps it was the propaganda machine
that twisted their view of reality, that it was better
to conform than be different from the norm in order
to be able to fit in.
*
But it seems some have bought into the ideology with
all their heart and mind, without regard for science
or facts. They’ve gotten so deep into it, they’re willing
to sacrifice their lives. They’re willing to support the
men who oppress women simply because their lives
and views are somehow better than those who have
less.
*
But I guess, life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness
doesn’t really apply if you don’t have the resources
or wealth to do as you please. It seems like many have
fallen under a spell to sell their individuality for the sake
of preservation and status. It’s as if in tying the knot
with the hangman, they carry the noose. It’s as if marrying
the executioner, they get to hold the axe.
Written by wallyroo92
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cold_fusion
Forum Posts: 5404
Tyrant of Words
20
Joined 14th June 2017 Forum Posts: 5404
Recycled
each drop of time
drips slowly
between the cracks
of reality
waiting for...
birth
life
death
love
hate
everything recycled
forged into form
atoms re-assembled
deconstructed
in the emptiness
from the One
each drop of time
slowly dripping
and
here we are
waiting...
Written by badmalthus
(Harry Rout)
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cold_fusion
Forum Posts: 5404
Tyrant of Words
20
Joined 14th June 2017 Forum Posts: 5404
It Makes Me Cry
The music in my soul
That accompanies my poems
Forever silent beyond the cage surrounding me
My physical form is a prisn of silent bars
That shutter the keys on my piano
and nothing I do will let the song of me sing out
The sadness is unbearable sometimes
It makes me cry that they sing to no one
and when I am forgotten
my poetry will tell nothing of who I was
My books standing quietly on a bookshelf
Unopened to the eyes of lovers of verse
I am nothing, a shadow of a man
I am a dream for ghosts to echo in laughter
It crushes my hopeful heart that I wil be gone
and everything I did will turn to dust
Forcing my spirit to ask what it was all for
So much love wishing to have been felt
So many dreams evaporating into nightmares
I sometimes wish I had never lived to feel this way
If only I never knew such pain and loneliness
To everyone else it would not even be a ripple
Off the tips of a butterflie's wings
Sometimes
It makes me cry
That accompanies my poems
Forever silent beyond the cage surrounding me
My physical form is a prisn of silent bars
That shutter the keys on my piano
and nothing I do will let the song of me sing out
The sadness is unbearable sometimes
It makes me cry that they sing to no one
and when I am forgotten
my poetry will tell nothing of who I was
My books standing quietly on a bookshelf
Unopened to the eyes of lovers of verse
I am nothing, a shadow of a man
I am a dream for ghosts to echo in laughter
It crushes my hopeful heart that I wil be gone
and everything I did will turn to dust
Forcing my spirit to ask what it was all for
So much love wishing to have been felt
So many dreams evaporating into nightmares
I sometimes wish I had never lived to feel this way
If only I never knew such pain and loneliness
To everyone else it would not even be a ripple
Off the tips of a butterflie's wings
Sometimes
It makes me cry
Written by Poetryman
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cold_fusion
Forum Posts: 5404
Tyrant of Words
20
Joined 14th June 2017 Forum Posts: 5404
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Ahavati
Tams
Forum Posts: 16926
Tams
Tyrant of Words
123
Joined 11th Apr 2015Forum Posts: 16926
Poor Little Posey
I stopped to look at some flowers today.
A simple act, to be certain.
I bent down,
with great trepidation of not getting back up,
to smell their scent.
The fragrances were heady and aromatic. Refreshing and pure.
The feel of the petals were luscious and smooth, soft and comforting.
I found myself comparing them to my favorite velvet blanket. The one I use only for decoration.
The same variety of flower in the next bed had been overwatered causing them to wilt and droop over.
They appeared lifeless and spent. Yet the color and perfume, while still prevalent, didn’t provide the same allure and I semi-quickly pivoted to another bed of more vibrant posies.
So many lovely varietals and hybrids I’d never before seen. Bursting in bloom and beauty.
Cautiously rising, I turned back to the wilted flowers, as it occurred to me they looked as I felt.
Bedraggled and passed-by.
🥀
🥀
🥀
So I bought them!
A simple act, to be certain.
I bent down,
with great trepidation of not getting back up,
to smell their scent.
The fragrances were heady and aromatic. Refreshing and pure.
The feel of the petals were luscious and smooth, soft and comforting.
I found myself comparing them to my favorite velvet blanket. The one I use only for decoration.
The same variety of flower in the next bed had been overwatered causing them to wilt and droop over.
They appeared lifeless and spent. Yet the color and perfume, while still prevalent, didn’t provide the same allure and I semi-quickly pivoted to another bed of more vibrant posies.
So many lovely varietals and hybrids I’d never before seen. Bursting in bloom and beauty.
Cautiously rising, I turned back to the wilted flowers, as it occurred to me they looked as I felt.
Bedraggled and passed-by.
🥀
🥀
🥀
So I bought them!
Written by Honoria
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Ahavati
Tams
Forum Posts: 16926
Tams
Tyrant of Words
123
Joined 11th Apr 2015Forum Posts: 16926
Deferring the Hangover
There is no hangover when you stay under,
shrink from the savagery above the water,
If you must break the surface, be the crocodile,
with an eye and a blink and not a ripple.
Stay down and drink, country can crash,
carouse and clink, love the girl summoning with lash,
pick fights or arm-wrestle, or stay beer taciturn,
and you can listen and watch the world burn.
Stay down and you will not hear the guns plinking,
they do not pause when you come up for painkillers,
bullets tick bodies off like check marks, they jerk
as they are checked in the battlefield of backstreets.
Come up for air, come up for the hangover
only when good winds whisper above the surface,
when the hearts have eyes, when there is better
in the houses of government and across the river.
shrink from the savagery above the water,
If you must break the surface, be the crocodile,
with an eye and a blink and not a ripple.
Stay down and drink, country can crash,
carouse and clink, love the girl summoning with lash,
pick fights or arm-wrestle, or stay beer taciturn,
and you can listen and watch the world burn.
Stay down and you will not hear the guns plinking,
they do not pause when you come up for painkillers,
bullets tick bodies off like check marks, they jerk
as they are checked in the battlefield of backstreets.
Come up for air, come up for the hangover
only when good winds whisper above the surface,
when the hearts have eyes, when there is better
in the houses of government and across the river.
Written by Alviola
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Eerie
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Dangerous Mind
14
Joined 29th July 2018Forum Posts: 891
Phantom2426
Francisco J Vera
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Francisco J Vera
Tyrant of Words
21
Joined 25th Jan 2020Forum Posts: 5295
THAT RING
I am glad that ring
No longer gets in the way
When I'm touching you
No longer gets in the way
When I'm touching you
Written by SatInUGal
(Kumar)
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Phantom2426
Francisco J Vera
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Francisco J Vera
Tyrant of Words
21
Joined 25th Jan 2020Forum Posts: 5295
Rewind
When the curtain closes
And the applause fades
When you pack up your make-up
Then go home with your suitcase
You start tearing up
Because it's done
You won't return to the stage
For who knows how long
You have memories
Maybe even a recording
You can see your smile
But it's not the same thing
It's the high of love
Of actually feeling alive
Of not thinking for once
Finally no need to survive
Just fully giving in
And letting your voice sore
So powerful and free
You want nothing more
I want nothing more
I just replay it in my mind
Waiting for the next one
For the next perfect night
Written by Dragonnora
(Nora)
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Francisco J Vera
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Francisco J Vera
Tyrant of Words
21
Joined 25th Jan 2020Forum Posts: 5295
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Wafflenose
Ellie
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Ellie
Dangerous Mind
21
Joined 1st Aug 2021Forum Posts: 1214
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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:
Bluevelvete, AspergerPoet56, Honoria, JohnnyBlaze, nutbuster, cold_fusion, brokentitanium, Calamityofgin, Kinkpoet, ReggiePoet, NightGoddess, Razzerleaf, Alviola, Marks, badmalthus, admin, Ahavati, CherryLoveNotes, LunaGreyhawk, wilberfloss, OG-Poetry, Scarlett_Midwinter
Thank you to the following members for voting:
Bluevelvete, AspergerPoet56, Honoria, JohnnyBlaze, nutbuster, cold_fusion, brokentitanium, Calamityofgin, Kinkpoet, ReggiePoet, NightGoddess, Razzerleaf, Alviola, Marks, badmalthus, admin, Ahavati, CherryLoveNotes, LunaGreyhawk, wilberfloss, OG-Poetry, Scarlett_Midwinter
cold_fusion
Forum Posts: 5404
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 14th June 2017 Forum Posts: 5404
Congratulations 👏👏👏 Missy!!