Poetry competition CLOSED 27th March 2022 1:07pm
WINNER
Viddax (Lord Viddax)
Viddax (Lord Viddax)
RUNNER-UP:
Indie
Self Not Me
Weak4hissmile said:We isn't aloud but we're is a different word there for it is ok right? I got a message from a user advising to remove it. But isn't finding a loop hole in a word ok lol
Hey hey...
I hear the debate in both directions here.
Both have valid points.
But as ever we'll err on the side of fair play. Therefore if the word is not listed, we'll allow it -- however not recomended.
So in your case of your question.
We is listed
We're is not and therefore accepted.
Judges decision shall be final in this matter
;)
Thank you to you guys!
Thank you for putting so much energy into this that the query even comes up. I appreciate you both!
Blue Skies at You.
Hey hey...
I hear the debate in both directions here.
Both have valid points.
But as ever we'll err on the side of fair play. Therefore if the word is not listed, we'll allow it -- however not recomended.
So in your case of your question.
We is listed
We're is not and therefore accepted.
Judges decision shall be final in this matter
;)
Thank you to you guys!
Thank you for putting so much energy into this that the query even comes up. I appreciate you both!
Blue Skies at You.
Staircased
Worn stairs trapped and encased in a particular way
Tired of all the Pain, the deep thoughts of dismay
Hauntings of arguments that stained the risers and the treads
The walls cradling the Pain are for both feet and head
Without a handrail it has prayers of stretching out in graves
If only to reach the landing and possibly being saved
But it’s so hard to see beyond the comforts of these stairs and walls
Trapped behind Pain’s baluster dragging a chain and ball
Isn't it relief upon the roof tops of life
Is it brighter as the stairs climb above the strife
Up out of the darkness shedding the weight of a depressing existence
An existence that teaches those that live, the penalty for resistance
The darkness never goes out, the stains are never washed away
The hurt is forever recycled, it’s in the stairs and walls DNA
The life and death of pain can at times appear to be a sexy escalator
Hahaha, a sultry flash of light and a quick ride in an elevator�
Tired of all the Pain, the deep thoughts of dismay
Hauntings of arguments that stained the risers and the treads
The walls cradling the Pain are for both feet and head
Without a handrail it has prayers of stretching out in graves
If only to reach the landing and possibly being saved
But it’s so hard to see beyond the comforts of these stairs and walls
Trapped behind Pain’s baluster dragging a chain and ball
Isn't it relief upon the roof tops of life
Is it brighter as the stairs climb above the strife
Up out of the darkness shedding the weight of a depressing existence
An existence that teaches those that live, the penalty for resistance
The darkness never goes out, the stains are never washed away
The hurt is forever recycled, it’s in the stairs and walls DNA
The life and death of pain can at times appear to be a sexy escalator
Hahaha, a sultry flash of light and a quick ride in an elevator�
Written by I_IS_ME
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The art of translucency and how thin skin learns skilled illumination
(words not used)
I
I'm
You
Me
We
Our
Myself
Your
Them
Their
There
Heart
Soul
_______________
Memories weigh
of weary skin
plum-violet plumes
easily find a harsh yellowish
single moments solidly afix
so reflective- gathering
strength finds solace
upon a stair rest
Simple, it seemed—then
youth aglow in heels
teetering the very cusp
beautifully new
life in full ready
all was forefront
future ahead
in bliss-like asway
daring future winds
Places retain and those walls
they knew of secrets
they held dear the tales
secrets only cement and stone
can last long
with such heavy burden;
rushing words
harder and hardening
a center
using up virgin magic
turning flesh monolithic
building upon
her forgotten wonder-
a sort of cradling
that precious fortitude
needing it at hand
as steep steps tumble
plummeting
falling away,
into and through
like life,
confidence
and
lessons learned
from the very epicenter
of all that
once potential
her
spirited
bones
had
favoured
I
I'm
You
Me
We
Our
Myself
Your
Them
Their
There
Heart
Soul
_______________
Memories weigh
of weary skin
plum-violet plumes
easily find a harsh yellowish
single moments solidly afix
so reflective- gathering
strength finds solace
upon a stair rest
Simple, it seemed—then
youth aglow in heels
teetering the very cusp
beautifully new
life in full ready
all was forefront
future ahead
in bliss-like asway
daring future winds
Places retain and those walls
they knew of secrets
they held dear the tales
secrets only cement and stone
can last long
with such heavy burden;
rushing words
harder and hardening
a center
using up virgin magic
turning flesh monolithic
building upon
her forgotten wonder-
a sort of cradling
that precious fortitude
needing it at hand
as steep steps tumble
plummeting
falling away,
into and through
like life,
confidence
and
lessons learned
from the very epicenter
of all that
once potential
her
spirited
bones
had
favoured
Written by Bluevelvete
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John Smith Worries...
John Smith lately
- even though
well aware of time's relativity,
he stresses "lately" -
has no worries
no stress whatsoever
not a care in the world.
But, a thought crosses his mind
- as occasionally did
throughout
his evenly distributed past -
he has no ambition
no purpose in life, at all
nothing to look forward to.
John Smith worries
- admittedly
he, never, entered into turbulence
his risks, always, moderate and calculated -
unless he climbs a step, any step,
it will, never, be said
that he tragically fell...
- even though
well aware of time's relativity,
he stresses "lately" -
has no worries
no stress whatsoever
not a care in the world.
But, a thought crosses his mind
- as occasionally did
throughout
his evenly distributed past -
he has no ambition
no purpose in life, at all
nothing to look forward to.
John Smith worries
- admittedly
he, never, entered into turbulence
his risks, always, moderate and calculated -
unless he climbs a step, any step,
it will, never, be said
that he tragically fell...
Written by takis1917
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Maria Evicted
Returning home that morning
she was not surprised...
All she ever owned,
on the sidewalk
in front of the apartment building entrance.
A couch
a table
couple of chairs
some books
some clothes
an old computer
a mattress
a frying pan
a saucepan
a pack of spaghetti #10...
She had received the notices
she knew it, she expected it...
She approached, sat on the couch.
Pulled out a pack of cigs
- one cigarette left -
she lit.
A thought of "what's next?'
crossed in and out of her mind.
She had a few relatives, one or two friends...
Didn't feel considering options
she walked in the drug store
and walked out back to her belongings
with a fresh supply of smokes
and out of her last ten dollars...
Threw the spaghetti #10 pack in her purse
and started away slowly but steadily
soon disappearing within the faster tempo
of the busy, moving crowd...
she was not surprised...
All she ever owned,
on the sidewalk
in front of the apartment building entrance.
A couch
a table
couple of chairs
some books
some clothes
an old computer
a mattress
a frying pan
a saucepan
a pack of spaghetti #10...
She had received the notices
she knew it, she expected it...
She approached, sat on the couch.
Pulled out a pack of cigs
- one cigarette left -
she lit.
A thought of "what's next?'
crossed in and out of her mind.
She had a few relatives, one or two friends...
Didn't feel considering options
she walked in the drug store
and walked out back to her belongings
with a fresh supply of smokes
and out of her last ten dollars...
Threw the spaghetti #10 pack in her purse
and started away slowly but steadily
soon disappearing within the faster tempo
of the busy, moving crowd...
Written by takis1917
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Spiraling
Climbing steep stairs
That seem to be endless
Seeking sum sanity
In a world full of madness
Darkness enveloping
Every grain of man’s sand
Suffocating the mustard seed
Of GOD’s command
To withstand
Without a break from the despair
Adds excess weight
To each step of each stair
Direction unclear
Ascension or dissension
Transitions’ fare
Calculations of decisions
That seem to be endless
Seeking sum sanity
In a world full of madness
Darkness enveloping
Every grain of man’s sand
Suffocating the mustard seed
Of GOD’s command
To withstand
Without a break from the despair
Adds excess weight
To each step of each stair
Direction unclear
Ascension or dissension
Transitions’ fare
Calculations of decisions
Written by da_poetic-edifier
(Damon)
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nice girl
Nice girl
sweet, so sweet
everyone says so sweet
so lovely, so kind
In self reflection
so fake
put the mask on
wear the smile
be invisible
forgettable
don't let anyone see inside
Vulnerability
weakness
fear of being known
fear of being unknown
No risk, no gain
no risk, no loss
Nice girl
sweet, so sweet
everyone says so sweet
like sugar and spice
and everything nice
(and nothing real)
sweet, so sweet
everyone says so sweet
so lovely, so kind
In self reflection
so fake
put the mask on
wear the smile
be invisible
forgettable
don't let anyone see inside
Vulnerability
weakness
fear of being known
fear of being unknown
No risk, no gain
no risk, no loss
Nice girl
sweet, so sweet
everyone says so sweet
like sugar and spice
and everything nice
(and nothing real)
Written by Indie
(Miss Indie)
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Stairwayed
A sensual Mona Lisa contemplating life while on a wall reclined
With the briefest glance the image becomes locked within the mind
Oh to be the stairs on which rest that behind
Cradled in the arms of a stairway with nothing but time
Slight breezes blowing through causing a dress to slightly rise
Breezy kisses traveling up legs and caressing thighs
Tempting thoughts running amuck behind closed eyes
Things that have came to mind since this morning’s kiss and saying good-bye
Thoughts of sensuous dishes, hot and still steaming
Every spoonful bounces about the mouth as if still dreaming
Glasses of a sweet and intoxicating wine to enhance the mood
Now with every detail worked out about the wine and food
It's thoughts of music and dancing about the room
Thoughts of being held and spun about as passions bloom
If only this stairway could talk of bodies pressed and of thoughts thought
Haha, of desires suppressed, yeah so many fiery needs had to be fought
But tonight again so much pent up will be released
As the dancing finally ends in the bedroom for a second steaming feast
Each step of tonight is from tread to tread with need as risers
Seeking the highest landing as the stairway directs increasing desires
�
With the briefest glance the image becomes locked within the mind
Oh to be the stairs on which rest that behind
Cradled in the arms of a stairway with nothing but time
Slight breezes blowing through causing a dress to slightly rise
Breezy kisses traveling up legs and caressing thighs
Tempting thoughts running amuck behind closed eyes
Things that have came to mind since this morning’s kiss and saying good-bye
Thoughts of sensuous dishes, hot and still steaming
Every spoonful bounces about the mouth as if still dreaming
Glasses of a sweet and intoxicating wine to enhance the mood
Now with every detail worked out about the wine and food
It's thoughts of music and dancing about the room
Thoughts of being held and spun about as passions bloom
If only this stairway could talk of bodies pressed and of thoughts thought
Haha, of desires suppressed, yeah so many fiery needs had to be fought
But tonight again so much pent up will be released
As the dancing finally ends in the bedroom for a second steaming feast
Each step of tonight is from tread to tread with need as risers
Seeking the highest landing as the stairway directs increasing desires
�
Written by I_IS_ME
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