Poetry competition CLOSED 20th December 2021 7:20pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
javalini
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The Old Blue Jewel
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem inspired by a sentimental piece of jewellery
Good evening 
For this poem I would like you to write a poem inspired by a sentimental piece of jewellery.
Who owned it?
What does it make you feel?
Does it bring you joy?
Maybe you resent it now?
Tell us its story.
For this contest I’m looking for interesting narratives and people that think outside the box.
Rules
• New writes only
• You are allowed up to 2 entries per human
• No word limit
• No erotica
• Poetry, please. Not prose.
• Spoken / video / visual entries allowed
• Comp judged by myself
• 2 weeks
For this poem I would like you to write a poem inspired by a sentimental piece of jewellery.
Who owned it?
What does it make you feel?
Does it bring you joy?
Maybe you resent it now?
Tell us its story.
For this contest I’m looking for interesting narratives and people that think outside the box.
Rules
• New writes only
• You are allowed up to 2 entries per human
• No word limit
• No erotica
• Poetry, please. Not prose.
• Spoken / video / visual entries allowed
• Comp judged by myself
• 2 weeks
Anonymous
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Anonymous
Thank you for starting us off keilani. Good stuff. 🙂
Anonymous
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The brooch.
A pearl and enamel brooch
Especially designed and made
For my beloved
While I was on a business trip
To Hong Kong.
It is on the plane on the way back
That I learned of the terrible car crash
And the death of my dear Lisbeth.
The brooch now stands on my desk
Encased in a navy blue velvet frame.
Especially designed and made
For my beloved
While I was on a business trip
To Hong Kong.
It is on the plane on the way back
That I learned of the terrible car crash
And the death of my dear Lisbeth.
The brooch now stands on my desk
Encased in a navy blue velvet frame.
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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Anonymous
Thanks for your entries _feral and Robert 🙂
PLASTIC PEARLS AND ALL
all her jewels
were glass
and rings
would turn a finger green
but goddamn
if she wasn't a cookie
in that dress,
those heels
clicking up the aisle
on sunday morning
and me and sissy in tow,
our troubles
tucked in tight
lest somebody see
were glass
and rings
would turn a finger green
but goddamn
if she wasn't a cookie
in that dress,
those heels
clicking up the aisle
on sunday morning
and me and sissy in tow,
our troubles
tucked in tight
lest somebody see
Written by javalini
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Anonymous
Thank you for your entry Javalini 😄
The necklace
It was at a brocante
Near Sacré-Coeur in Paris
One kiosk among dozens
This one with many objects of the seas.
Trinkets, mostly.
But that lovely necklace
Caught my attention.
Stones of different colors
As if collected directly from the seashore
And assembled with love,
Stones speaking of long and daring voyages,
Of pirates and corsairs,
Of freedom and the perils of the high seas.
A perfect gift for my lady friend,
The gutsiest woman of all.
Near Sacré-Coeur in Paris
One kiosk among dozens
This one with many objects of the seas.
Trinkets, mostly.
But that lovely necklace
Caught my attention.
Stones of different colors
As if collected directly from the seashore
And assembled with love,
Stones speaking of long and daring voyages,
Of pirates and corsairs,
Of freedom and the perils of the high seas.
A perfect gift for my lady friend,
The gutsiest woman of all.
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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Anonymous
Thank you for your entries thus far :)
Anonymous
Thank you for your entries. Congrats to all 🏆
Anonymous
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