Poetry competition CLOSED 1st October 2021 2:58am
WINNER
SweetKittyCat5
SweetKittyCat5
Mother
God can I ask mother are you there
God can I ask mother are you there
Make haste in response to my desperate dispair
Was once upon a pair
And now neither here or there
How far? How long? til the Lady with sunflower eyes arrives?
Arise child, reach out to her and she'll meet you half way.
Don't shout STAY AWAY!!
Yay though a sinner so they so
The skull on her forehead symbolizes the darkness that lead me astray
Death has cursed and claims me for itself
The elders coat should not be blemished
Nature's 4seasons finished
Giving birth to new dreams
WAIT!! DON'T PET MY DOG!!!
He doesn't know you
The neighbors watched the seventh light
A man by day a child by night
Ye the spell casted
And it was cloudy over the loud black and white flowers
Hour glass task to delay chill time
God can I ask Mother are you there
The law system with their freemason occult black magic nightmare is here
The monsters hide under my bed while I say my prayers
God can I ask mother are you there
Make haste in response to my desperate dispair
Was once upon a pair
And now neither here or there
How far? How long? til the Lady with sunflower eyes arrives?
Arise child, reach out to her and she'll meet you half way.
Don't shout STAY AWAY!!
Yay though a sinner so they so
The skull on her forehead symbolizes the darkness that lead me astray
Death has cursed and claims me for itself
The elders coat should not be blemished
Nature's 4seasons finished
Giving birth to new dreams
WAIT!! DON'T PET MY DOG!!!
He doesn't know you
The neighbors watched the seventh light
A man by day a child by night
Ye the spell casted
And it was cloudy over the loud black and white flowers
Hour glass task to delay chill time
God can I ask Mother are you there
The law system with their freemason occult black magic nightmare is here
The monsters hide under my bed while I say my prayers
God can I ask mother are you there
Written by grandrizin
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Sacred
My sacred vow, I give until the world my solemn creed
My Aquarian nature pours universal love as my soul roams free
Fallacies of the earth, carnage, weeps, mirth
Life, Death, Reincarnation its celestial rebirth
Bowing until the wondrous gifts found under mortal man
My heart, my mind, my spirit, my soul, only God commands
As a woman’s place in life is to uphold, yet grasp, onto your hand
Give you comfort when life falls short
Close your eyes, inhale, and reopen them, soothing your soul to keep you from the abort
I have walked the miles, in life’s tight shoes
Never a kiss, tender word, or hug, I’ve ever refused
When reckless thoughts befall me, drowning in my pools of tears
The melody of my laughter you shall always hear
A smile, in remembrance as I seek higher ground concealing, my fears
I stand in the universe within the bosom of Mother Nature
Blessed over of ancient times, as a holy baby in a manger
Soar with me with wings of intellectual conversations
Entwined souls of love kissed by its Heavenly stimulations, its sanctification
Take communion as we discover what’s beyond the constellations
Minds and hearts aligned as we come to understand the forecasted wickedness in the book of Revelations
I am sacred, the cries of my ancestors whispers to me so
The blood coursing through my veins, lineage scars of my French Creole soul
Engraved upon the North Star, as it illuminated its rite of passage, oh thy beautiful glow
My beautiful melanin coating of honor, a treasure among all Kings
The Nile, Egypt, Pharaoh, the Ankh my heritage’s bling
I sit, on my throne as I bow unto you
Hungry for love, from life’s respite, your soul craves more, as you partake in my spiritual food
Sacred
My Aquarian nature pours universal love as my soul roams free
Fallacies of the earth, carnage, weeps, mirth
Life, Death, Reincarnation its celestial rebirth
Bowing until the wondrous gifts found under mortal man
My heart, my mind, my spirit, my soul, only God commands
As a woman’s place in life is to uphold, yet grasp, onto your hand
Give you comfort when life falls short
Close your eyes, inhale, and reopen them, soothing your soul to keep you from the abort
I have walked the miles, in life’s tight shoes
Never a kiss, tender word, or hug, I’ve ever refused
When reckless thoughts befall me, drowning in my pools of tears
The melody of my laughter you shall always hear
A smile, in remembrance as I seek higher ground concealing, my fears
I stand in the universe within the bosom of Mother Nature
Blessed over of ancient times, as a holy baby in a manger
Soar with me with wings of intellectual conversations
Entwined souls of love kissed by its Heavenly stimulations, its sanctification
Take communion as we discover what’s beyond the constellations
Minds and hearts aligned as we come to understand the forecasted wickedness in the book of Revelations
I am sacred, the cries of my ancestors whispers to me so
The blood coursing through my veins, lineage scars of my French Creole soul
Engraved upon the North Star, as it illuminated its rite of passage, oh thy beautiful glow
My beautiful melanin coating of honor, a treasure among all Kings
The Nile, Egypt, Pharaoh, the Ankh my heritage’s bling
I sit, on my throne as I bow unto you
Hungry for love, from life’s respite, your soul craves more, as you partake in my spiritual food
Sacred
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Anonymous
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Mother's of This Earth
The drizzling rain had left the night
darkness upon her cheeks,
it was fight or flight
The earth glistened, remnants of the rain
Cold memories flowing into the gutters
and off it goes into the drains
Shadows sweeping across the land
what's left of the night, stood silent in vigil
watching her disappear in the morning light
An angel from the heavens at the gates of day
a silent sentinel of unknown darkness
watching the horizons, the sunrising ray
Last night, she picked up her torn and tattered gown
gathered it into her ravaged arms
and she quietly slipped away from the wretched town
Into the timeless capsule, where the past night’s deed retire
after their turn to obliterate is done
a new dawn shall begin, women with hearts on fire
The nectar of passion, poisoned by man’s ravage desire
becoming the beasts of lawless wilderness
and i’m not the one you can pay and i’m for hire
From the Far East of Asia to the Caribbean sea, i see the flames
fanned by the gusting oceanic winds
forgoing one’s dignity as they set sail from the River Thames
Once an honourable clan, now their souls trampled in dirt
let the mothers of this earth, be armed and alert
and butcher these men, till they erase any ideas of hurt!
darkness upon her cheeks,
it was fight or flight
The earth glistened, remnants of the rain
Cold memories flowing into the gutters
and off it goes into the drains
Shadows sweeping across the land
what's left of the night, stood silent in vigil
watching her disappear in the morning light
An angel from the heavens at the gates of day
a silent sentinel of unknown darkness
watching the horizons, the sunrising ray
Last night, she picked up her torn and tattered gown
gathered it into her ravaged arms
and she quietly slipped away from the wretched town
Into the timeless capsule, where the past night’s deed retire
after their turn to obliterate is done
a new dawn shall begin, women with hearts on fire
The nectar of passion, poisoned by man’s ravage desire
becoming the beasts of lawless wilderness
and i’m not the one you can pay and i’m for hire
From the Far East of Asia to the Caribbean sea, i see the flames
fanned by the gusting oceanic winds
forgoing one’s dignity as they set sail from the River Thames
Once an honourable clan, now their souls trampled in dirt
let the mothers of this earth, be armed and alert
and butcher these men, till they erase any ideas of hurt!
Written by XiaoLong
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Anonymous
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.. terrestrial abuse
in earth’s existence,
where it’s not
life resistant,
a cosmos wink of an eye,
just a flash in the pan,
the “big time of man”,
in a millennium
do we try or do we die
carbons in the air,
fracking the ground,
drink and breath
if you dare,
the people hypnotized,
by political lies,
all looking around
with blank stares,
oceans choked with plastic,
forest abuse gone drastic,
as sea and wildlife
shamelessly die,
environmentally weakened,
domestically beaten,
battered Mother Nature
lies down and cries
where it’s not
life resistant,
a cosmos wink of an eye,
just a flash in the pan,
the “big time of man”,
in a millennium
do we try or do we die
carbons in the air,
fracking the ground,
drink and breath
if you dare,
the people hypnotized,
by political lies,
all looking around
with blank stares,
oceans choked with plastic,
forest abuse gone drastic,
as sea and wildlife
shamelessly die,
environmentally weakened,
domestically beaten,
battered Mother Nature
lies down and cries
Written by OG-Poetry
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LOVE IS A BOTTLE
the flat hum
of nothing
he promised --
days strung
together
bottle to bottle
'til ain't nobody
going to hire the girl
but christ knows
she's got to have
some pleasure, too
him gone,
goddamn loser
and fuckin' kids
want
want
want
and need this
and that
so keep the tipple hid
and nip it
warm and sweet
as baby's kisses,
the day's edge
smooth
as brown glass
of nothing
he promised --
days strung
together
bottle to bottle
'til ain't nobody
going to hire the girl
but christ knows
she's got to have
some pleasure, too
him gone,
goddamn loser
and fuckin' kids
want
want
want
and need this
and that
so keep the tipple hid
and nip it
warm and sweet
as baby's kisses,
the day's edge
smooth
as brown glass
Written by javalini
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Anonymous
Related submission no longer exists.
Probabilities
It's not probable that
the air will ever be fully cleared;
attempts were met with defense
and stories--
Ah, the stories ....
Remembrances , embellished
to fit narratives into more drama
than they actually had.
Some were purposeful.
Recent ones were probably
effects of age on mind and memory.
It is probable that I will cry, someday
at your funeral --
it's a requirement on the mourning checklist .
I may cry for myself, too
because my need for human contact
comes with an expiration date, and
there were times when
I just couldn't be bothered.
There's a good probability
I've figured out where my trust fund went,
the one you thought I knew nothing about.
I know a lot of things.
I know decency took the road less traveled
when the opportunity to tell me the truth ,
passed.
I know i will probably get repaid
from your estate someday, but
the trust will still be gone
in more ways than one.
I will probably always call you "Mother."
I will probably stop trying
to create idyllic snapshots of life, because
some of it needs to end up
on the cutting room floor .
I will definitely be there when your mind goes
to where your own mother's did , and
I held her hand through it.
That's when all the secrets are birthed
of their own accord, and
I probably won't care anymore about them;
I will just be your daughter.
the air will ever be fully cleared;
attempts were met with defense
and stories--
Ah, the stories ....
Remembrances , embellished
to fit narratives into more drama
than they actually had.
Some were purposeful.
Recent ones were probably
effects of age on mind and memory.
It is probable that I will cry, someday
at your funeral --
it's a requirement on the mourning checklist .
I may cry for myself, too
because my need for human contact
comes with an expiration date, and
there were times when
I just couldn't be bothered.
There's a good probability
I've figured out where my trust fund went,
the one you thought I knew nothing about.
I know a lot of things.
I know decency took the road less traveled
when the opportunity to tell me the truth ,
passed.
I know i will probably get repaid
from your estate someday, but
the trust will still be gone
in more ways than one.
I will probably always call you "Mother."
I will probably stop trying
to create idyllic snapshots of life, because
some of it needs to end up
on the cutting room floor .
I will definitely be there when your mind goes
to where your own mother's did , and
I held her hand through it.
That's when all the secrets are birthed
of their own accord, and
I probably won't care anymore about them;
I will just be your daughter.
Written by MadameLavender
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My Dear Human Child...
[chorus]
My dear human child
what have you done
what have you become
my dear human child
where will you hide
with that big head filled with pride
[verse 01]
a song can heal a man with a broken heart
but it won't heal the world that you tearing apart
what's been given to you, you took all for granted
save this earth for your children, rule of nature demands it
[chorus]
My dear human child
what have you done
what have you become
my dear human child
where will you hide
with that big head filled with pride
[verse 01]
you built cathedrals for yourselves and play God
and slaved the priests to sell your stories in regard
what would it take to make you stop this chase
and make it a better a place to entire human race
[chorus]
My dear human child
what have you done
what have you become
my dear human child
where will you hide
with that big head filled with pride
My dear human child
what have you done
what have you become
my dear human child
where will you hide
with that big head filled with pride
[verse 01]
a song can heal a man with a broken heart
but it won't heal the world that you tearing apart
what's been given to you, you took all for granted
save this earth for your children, rule of nature demands it
[chorus]
My dear human child
what have you done
what have you become
my dear human child
where will you hide
with that big head filled with pride
[verse 01]
you built cathedrals for yourselves and play God
and slaved the priests to sell your stories in regard
what would it take to make you stop this chase
and make it a better a place to entire human race
[chorus]
My dear human child
what have you done
what have you become
my dear human child
where will you hide
with that big head filled with pride
Written by dejure
(vick)
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But Still, You Loved
My fingers pressed against the ornate chinaware where our family once feasted on love. I pressed my tongue against the plate and tasted the marrow that gave me life, but the plate was empty and cold.
From you, much was taken before you were ready to give. Reckless in your young love for my father, you did not judge him as unworthy but gave yourself completely to his desires. His lusts burned for you, pure and hot for a time. I remember the happy sounds of cups rattling on saucers through your bedroom wall.
Later, his appetites expanded to others. Some nights he carried pieces of their flesh still swirling in the scent of his clothes. From the smell, I sometimes pictured his lovers spread across my dinner plate. They were never as beautiful as you.
One night as we sat eating eyes down, you shattered your empty plate against the table, raining shards over us.
My father cried. I cried.
You did not cry but sat silent and asked us not to touch the sharp pieces.
Later that night, you spread your broken parts over my father like a blanket, stitched in love and mercy.
That night I heard you making love. It was the last time.
With my ears, I heard the thunder of violence my father released against you the next morning. With my eyes, I saw your frame stumble and break against the firm soil in our front yard. As you fell, I saw our hands plucking bits of life from you.
So many selfish hands!
But still, you loved.
From you, much was taken before you were ready to give. Reckless in your young love for my father, you did not judge him as unworthy but gave yourself completely to his desires. His lusts burned for you, pure and hot for a time. I remember the happy sounds of cups rattling on saucers through your bedroom wall.
Later, his appetites expanded to others. Some nights he carried pieces of their flesh still swirling in the scent of his clothes. From the smell, I sometimes pictured his lovers spread across my dinner plate. They were never as beautiful as you.
One night as we sat eating eyes down, you shattered your empty plate against the table, raining shards over us.
My father cried. I cried.
You did not cry but sat silent and asked us not to touch the sharp pieces.
Later that night, you spread your broken parts over my father like a blanket, stitched in love and mercy.
That night I heard you making love. It was the last time.
With my ears, I heard the thunder of violence my father released against you the next morning. With my eyes, I saw your frame stumble and break against the firm soil in our front yard. As you fell, I saw our hands plucking bits of life from you.
So many selfish hands!
But still, you loved.
Written by LostViking
(Lost Viking)
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Global Warming Warning 2
The east coast gets those devastating hurricanes
While the west coast goes into long drawn-out drought
I just saw a video of Canadians getting tornadoes
While climate change deniers are still spreading doubt
A U.S. Senator escapes the freezing temperature
While people suffered and died in the terrible cold
Whether it’s Fahrenheit or Celsius for the wealthiest
The weather is always fine in their palaces of gold
Now an unbearable heat is sweeping across the land
Diligent and responsible water conservation is a must
Why won’t dumbasses listen to experts and scientists
But they swallowed a lie and don’t know how to trust
Dig and drill for coal and oil? Sell your soul for spoils
Raping Mother Nature seems to fill some deep pockets
Take all that you desire, as forests and gulfs are on fire
And the richest? “I’m outta here in my private rocket”
We are only here but for a mere sec in the spec of all time
And need to heed the warnings if we don’t change our ways
Or else future societies will cry for us for not seeing the signs
Because she might take it back, she will take it back, some day
Written by wallyroo92
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