Poetry competition CLOSED 3rd April 2022 5:04pm
WINNER
RevolutionAL (Alistair Plint)
RevolutionAL (Alistair Plint)
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Mental Illness and Homelessness
Poetry Contest Description
Mental Illness and Poetry
There are things we all may not
understand. Those those that are
suffering from homelessness are the
mentally ill, and those that are suffering
from major life threatening illnesses
that are not cureable. But yet, society
continues to ignore them. You hear
about it on the news, and on social
media. The 1% people chooses to ignore
these individuals! Society is a very tough
place to live with the way things are. Even
buildings in major cities are being built
for luxury rentals, only to keep the poor and
low income out of the picture. We have so
much crimes in the city that it has caused people
to move out and not wanting to return to
the city they used to love.
understand. Those those that are
suffering from homelessness are the
mentally ill, and those that are suffering
from major life threatening illnesses
that are not cureable. But yet, society
continues to ignore them. You hear
about it on the news, and on social
media. The 1% people chooses to ignore
these individuals! Society is a very tough
place to live with the way things are. Even
buildings in major cities are being built
for luxury rentals, only to keep the poor and
low income out of the picture. We have so
much crimes in the city that it has caused people
to move out and not wanting to return to
the city they used to love.
A Really Unattractive Fruitcake
she arrived with
two
garbage bags
(one in each hand)
they were her life
clothes
shoes
handbags
make up
and no tooth brush
moved in
ruled the house
ate the empty fridge
dull grocery cupboard
strolled the kitchen
in a pair of hot pants
talking
she started speaking
and never stopped
slept all day
never worked a night
a year later
she left with eight
garbage bags
a boyfriend
and a toothbrush
didn't leave a tip
or gratuity
(complained about the service
to anyone with a ear
or social media page)
the heavy of her
lived with us
in a
cheap deodorant
after taste
for months afterwards
still scared shitless
she'll find us
and we've moved twice
Written by RevolutionAL
(Alistair Plint)
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The Forgotten Ones
Is the thrill gone away
Do I have nothing more to say
This is the day I have silently prayed never to come
I cannot hear the beat of my own mental drums
My mind is trying to stay afloat
Waves rocking against my paddle boat
I…
Do you see what I mean
My thoughts have never been this far in between
However, I’m somewhat tinkled pink
Fingers gliding as I think
Giving everything, I got bedsides the kitchen sink
Is the thrill really gone away
Is this the day I have nothing else to add or convey
Mentally flowing day by day
Hoping something strikes my thinking as I lay
So many things the mind goes through
The Highs the Lows
The Mental Blues
Hey, I did like someone’s poem today about the homeless
I can’t fathom not having a place to rest my head or a permanent address
No comforting shoes
Salvation for them is so long overdue
As the poem stated the homeless hold up signs
We ride or walk pass them daily, cannot even toss them a dime
Let alone lend an ear of our time
Its cold outside
I’m sure it has been a million times the bitter winds have heard their cries
Guilt never shields their pride
As a society of people, we take their untidy presence in stride
The bed of my slumber is hard and sometimes cold
A sight to others to look away as they behold
Pushing my cart without a care in world
You know I was once a working girl
My husband’s jeweled pearl
Mishaps and bad decisions have gotten us here
We make it together daily through the grief of our tears
At times they ask the masses for a small handout
Which I know we all have qualms about
So, the next time give the homeless the benefit of the doubt
We do not know how they ended up on their route
Although, you may hear my hands are tied
Get away from me you’re a thorn in my side
I hope this never will be applied worldwide
I do toss coins every once in a while
I have to remember it may be an Angel who returns a smile
Humanity, thank you for showing me the misplaced humbleness of my mind
Everyone here is living on borrowed time
For a minute, I almost forget I could rhyme
One less mountain for me to mentally climb
I’ve read countless thoughts on the homeless through true stories, poems
I wonder if I saw anyone as that on the streets, would my words keep them warm
Would I have dazzled them with my Aquarian charms
Or would I have brainstormed to get each and every one of you back on a higher platform
Sheltering your existence through the darken hour of your storms
Sometimes how you started is not always where your feet will lease
Personally, for me and the powers that be
I have the riddle while living fancy free
French Haitian named given unto me
The universal alliance to the 33rd degree
Using my spiritual key
Not the revelations of the Masonic
My words whispering in your mind as a beautiful symphonic
While keeping it strictly platonic
When your mind is relaxing, you know a state of cerebrally catatonic
I really didn’t have nothing to say
I hope my poem have paved the way
Just remember tomorrow is a new day
To the hopeless and homeless
I will continue to pray
Now I have everything to say and everything to do
Never in life pity a fool
Exception does sometimes prove that rule
Hopefully you never encounter someone being cruel
Copyright©SKC-2022
Do I have nothing more to say
This is the day I have silently prayed never to come
I cannot hear the beat of my own mental drums
My mind is trying to stay afloat
Waves rocking against my paddle boat
I…
Do you see what I mean
My thoughts have never been this far in between
However, I’m somewhat tinkled pink
Fingers gliding as I think
Giving everything, I got bedsides the kitchen sink
Is the thrill really gone away
Is this the day I have nothing else to add or convey
Mentally flowing day by day
Hoping something strikes my thinking as I lay
So many things the mind goes through
The Highs the Lows
The Mental Blues
Hey, I did like someone’s poem today about the homeless
I can’t fathom not having a place to rest my head or a permanent address
No comforting shoes
Salvation for them is so long overdue
As the poem stated the homeless hold up signs
We ride or walk pass them daily, cannot even toss them a dime
Let alone lend an ear of our time
Its cold outside
I’m sure it has been a million times the bitter winds have heard their cries
Guilt never shields their pride
As a society of people, we take their untidy presence in stride
The bed of my slumber is hard and sometimes cold
A sight to others to look away as they behold
Pushing my cart without a care in world
You know I was once a working girl
My husband’s jeweled pearl
Mishaps and bad decisions have gotten us here
We make it together daily through the grief of our tears
At times they ask the masses for a small handout
Which I know we all have qualms about
So, the next time give the homeless the benefit of the doubt
We do not know how they ended up on their route
Although, you may hear my hands are tied
Get away from me you’re a thorn in my side
I hope this never will be applied worldwide
I do toss coins every once in a while
I have to remember it may be an Angel who returns a smile
Humanity, thank you for showing me the misplaced humbleness of my mind
Everyone here is living on borrowed time
For a minute, I almost forget I could rhyme
One less mountain for me to mentally climb
I’ve read countless thoughts on the homeless through true stories, poems
I wonder if I saw anyone as that on the streets, would my words keep them warm
Would I have dazzled them with my Aquarian charms
Or would I have brainstormed to get each and every one of you back on a higher platform
Sheltering your existence through the darken hour of your storms
Sometimes how you started is not always where your feet will lease
Personally, for me and the powers that be
I have the riddle while living fancy free
French Haitian named given unto me
The universal alliance to the 33rd degree
Using my spiritual key
Not the revelations of the Masonic
My words whispering in your mind as a beautiful symphonic
While keeping it strictly platonic
When your mind is relaxing, you know a state of cerebrally catatonic
I really didn’t have nothing to say
I hope my poem have paved the way
Just remember tomorrow is a new day
To the hopeless and homeless
I will continue to pray
Now I have everything to say and everything to do
Never in life pity a fool
Exception does sometimes prove that rule
Hopefully you never encounter someone being cruel
Copyright©SKC-2022
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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MONSTER
this what
rises out of me
this black ooze
that binds me,
sinks me,
smothers me,
wants me broken,
dead,
forgotten,
wasted,
ruined
this what bends me in the middle
and hollows me
and scrapes me from the inside
and makes me waste my wishes
and my good prayers
and scoffs
and sneers
and puts me out
to wander in its cold
this bully
this monster
rising from a cancer
in my soul,
this bleak thing
that calls itself Truth
and spits
and curses
and howls my name
and mocks my good effort
and puts me in my place
this black hole
swelling
in my chest
that wants
and begs
and threatens
and rails
and finally takes
and licks my bones
with poison tongue
and swallows me
and goddamn
please...
rises out of me
this black ooze
that binds me,
sinks me,
smothers me,
wants me broken,
dead,
forgotten,
wasted,
ruined
this what bends me in the middle
and hollows me
and scrapes me from the inside
and makes me waste my wishes
and my good prayers
and scoffs
and sneers
and puts me out
to wander in its cold
this bully
this monster
rising from a cancer
in my soul,
this bleak thing
that calls itself Truth
and spits
and curses
and howls my name
and mocks my good effort
and puts me in my place
this black hole
swelling
in my chest
that wants
and begs
and threatens
and rails
and finally takes
and licks my bones
with poison tongue
and swallows me
and goddamn
please...
Written by javalini
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The Throwaways
Another block of new luxury homes just went up
As the farms are getting further and further away
And the freeway overpasses are getting pretty large
The city seems to be expanding every single day
The rental buildings around here go on for miles
I’m guessing some folks are raking in a lot of cash
America, one of the richest nations in the world
As I watch the homeless search through the trash
The nice cars pull out of the nicer neighborhoods
While the destitue walk aimlessly in the boulevard
Pushing their carts with all their belongings
Some hungry, some high and some mentally scarred
Somewhere in every city and every town in the nation
Secret labs are cooking up their crank
And the addicts fall deeper into the spiral
While politicians worry more about what’s in their bank
Call it an eyesore, call it sad, it should make you mad
The imbalance in the system is destroying many lives
While homes and buildings go up every single day
The throwaways of society are helplessly trying to survive
Written by wallyroo92
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A Junkie's Paradise.
What does paradise mean to a junkie on the street?
Is it Caviar &,Champagne, laying down on satin sheets,
Is it basking in the midday sun on an island far away?
Well if you asked me this question ,then this is what I'd say,
"Youcan keep your shiny diamond's, you can keep your sand and sea,cause they're just material things and they don't mean f*ck all to me, you can keep your Caviar &,Champagne, keep your satin sheets, you can't lay down in a bed at night when ya living on the streets"
Well .my idea of paradise is a roof above my head,
And to open up my eyes each day and find that I'm not dead,
It's the thought of no cold turkey and always being calm,
Cause paradise you crave just like a needle in your arm,
And it's never needing gear,cause they give it to you free,
There's no sweats,no shakes, no agony, this is paradise to me,
It's not losing my three children and it's watching as they grow,
And it's having the strength when offered Smack to turn and tell em no,
It's a Crack pipe with a rock upon it any time you need,
You imagine never going without that's Paradise indeed,
But it's winter, cold and windy and a warm room has it's price,
So I'm huddled in my doorway, it's a junkie's paradise.
Is it Caviar &,Champagne, laying down on satin sheets,
Is it basking in the midday sun on an island far away?
Well if you asked me this question ,then this is what I'd say,
"Youcan keep your shiny diamond's, you can keep your sand and sea,cause they're just material things and they don't mean f*ck all to me, you can keep your Caviar &,Champagne, keep your satin sheets, you can't lay down in a bed at night when ya living on the streets"
Well .my idea of paradise is a roof above my head,
And to open up my eyes each day and find that I'm not dead,
It's the thought of no cold turkey and always being calm,
Cause paradise you crave just like a needle in your arm,
And it's never needing gear,cause they give it to you free,
There's no sweats,no shakes, no agony, this is paradise to me,
It's not losing my three children and it's watching as they grow,
And it's having the strength when offered Smack to turn and tell em no,
It's a Crack pipe with a rock upon it any time you need,
You imagine never going without that's Paradise indeed,
But it's winter, cold and windy and a warm room has it's price,
So I'm huddled in my doorway, it's a junkie's paradise.
Written by mzlyrical
(JuleZzz)
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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:
Northern_Soul, to_be_me, Bluevelvete, lepperochan, Phantom2426, Josh, Marks, RevolutionAL, PoetsRevenge, MadameLavender, DevonJones409, FateOfMyFable, senid, admin, Her, TIG
Thank you to the following members for voting:
Northern_Soul, to_be_me, Bluevelvete, lepperochan, Phantom2426, Josh, Marks, RevolutionAL, PoetsRevenge, MadameLavender, DevonJones409, FateOfMyFable, senid, admin, Her, TIG
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I'm most grateful for this one. so a word to say thank you to the voting public, who arrived ID in hand, being scanned and marking X in the spot. Blue skies to you all!
thank you sweetlovin for hosting a unique idea!
have a good weekend my peeps!
