Poetry competition CLOSED 20th November 2021 11:57pm
WINNER
MadameLavender
MadameLavender
RUNNER-UP:
wallyroo92
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The more things change
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write from the perspective of an outsider watching something or someone change.
For this challenge I would like you to write your poem from the perspective of an outsider watching something or someone change.
There are no other constraints. I want to see where this takes you in your mind.
This comp will be judged by the host.
Guidelines
• No erotica
• New writes only
• Up to 2 entries per human being
• No restrictions on length or form
• Spoken Word accepted
•.Two Weeks
There are no other constraints. I want to see where this takes you in your mind.
This comp will be judged by the host.
Guidelines
• No erotica
• New writes only
• Up to 2 entries per human being
• No restrictions on length or form
• Spoken Word accepted
•.Two Weeks
Gone, sadly.
It was after her accident.
I no longer recognized her.
Such a beautiful young lady
Afraid of nothing,
Meeting the world head to head
No holds barred.
But then came the distraction
Crossing the lane
Not paying attention.
The bus.
Now physically she is with us
But otherwise
She is no longer there
A young lady, oh, so fair.
I no longer recognized her.
Such a beautiful young lady
Afraid of nothing,
Meeting the world head to head
No holds barred.
But then came the distraction
Crossing the lane
Not paying attention.
The bus.
Now physically she is with us
But otherwise
She is no longer there
A young lady, oh, so fair.
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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Classy bruises
I was at her wedding
Young and vibrant
A first class lawyer.
A year later I came across her
She tried to put on a happy face
But I could hear the
Blues in her voice.
No bruises to be seen
But guessed
As she was wearing
High collar and long sleeves
Under her classy vest.
Young and vibrant
A first class lawyer.
A year later I came across her
She tried to put on a happy face
But I could hear the
Blues in her voice.
No bruises to be seen
But guessed
As she was wearing
High collar and long sleeves
Under her classy vest.
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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Anonymous
Thank you Robert and Al for starting us off with your entries.
welcome back.
welcome back.
Tomorrow's Coming Tide
She struggled with her faith
Felt as if she’d be condemned to an eternity of hell
Simply because she felt free and loved
Battling the conscience
Of years of teachings and preaching and indoctrination
Her mother didn’t want to say..
As if unable to accept her daughter for being this way
It’s not who she was or what she was taught
Then again,
Who are we really on the inside when trying to find ourselves?
Still she struggled with her belief
Wondering if mother or grandmother would still love her
While the rest of us want to scream
"They love each other…
And they make the perfect pair”
Then there’s a slow shift
Perhaps acceptance of love and respect
It’s still such a fragile thing
Sometimes words don’t have to be said
Because an embrace can convey so much
There’s a wedding some time ahead
A celebration of love between two beautiful souls
As we give it time we see the change
When the past accepts tomorrow’s coming tide
Written by wallyroo92
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Anonymous
WallyRoo92, thank you for your entry.
Related submission no longer exists.
Anonymous
MadameLavender - thank you for your entry.
Last call on this one guys 🔊
Last call on this one guys 🔊
Anonymous
You’re welcome!
All perfectly valid entries. Thank you to all. 💗
Until next time 🙂
All perfectly valid entries. Thank you to all. 💗
Until next time 🙂
