Poetry competition CLOSED 18th June 2022 00:20am
WINNER
Bluevelvete
Bluevelvete
Platonic
Psilocybin Strictly Platonic
At a mates thirtieth
stoned but what's new
socially lubricated, now this is new
Would you like some mushrooms
well being a sociable occasion and all
Tenderly caring for dying fire
like it was my own child
Fucking fire armatures anyway
Hey mate what do you do?
Well mate, as it so happens here read this
Have you got a beat for it
like how about this
It was here that he lost me
filed under the strange conversation files
Nah mate I had pictured it to a slow sax
because who does not like a bit of slow sax?
We know what your game is hanging with those lesbians
Well actually that is where you are wrong
for it is strictly platonic
Two creative souls, shooting the breeze
stoned but what's new
socially lubricated, now this is new
Would you like some mushrooms
well being a sociable occasion and all
Tenderly caring for dying fire
like it was my own child
Fucking fire armatures anyway
Hey mate what do you do?
Well mate, as it so happens here read this
Have you got a beat for it
like how about this
It was here that he lost me
filed under the strange conversation files
Nah mate I had pictured it to a slow sax
because who does not like a bit of slow sax?
We know what your game is hanging with those lesbians
Well actually that is where you are wrong
for it is strictly platonic
Two creative souls, shooting the breeze
Written by Carpe_Noctem
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3523
(ˇ)
I sat in your chair today.
Usually, I avoid it.
It still seems wrong
when anyone but you
occupies a space
only your big presence could fill.
Breathed in deep
from these inhereted lungs
and let you soak in.
(ˇˇ)
There is a photo,
You with Madison on your shoulders.
The epitome of grandpa
It hangs joyously
on the side of the extra fridge
in the hallway utility room
Like entering church,
it was fingers dipped of holy water
signing the cross.
Every single coming and going
passing it by
was a ritual
of whispered 'hello'
then, 'until next time.'
Until today,
3523 days later
it's gone without explanation
and so was my composure
the entire drive home.
(ˇˇˇ)
He would have been the peacekeeper
The one saying
that our alikeness isn't a detriment
and why "I should be the bigger person"
as her way
will always be unchanged
in it's abrasiveness.
Him, asking—needing me
to be properly patient
uncomplicated
and more importantly
like myself
Because he always knew
alike doesn't mean
identical.
Written by Bluevelvete
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Love in the time of the Internet
''I love you so much''
He said to the Beauty on the screen.
The FB picture of a woman
He fell for after a small research
And a few clicks.
She had 1K friends
But she also declared her love for him.
Kindred souls they were.
Truly.
But their love would remain
On the screen
Separated as they were
By an ocean
A different culture
And severely different values.
He said to the Beauty on the screen.
The FB picture of a woman
He fell for after a small research
And a few clicks.
She had 1K friends
But she also declared her love for him.
Kindred souls they were.
Truly.
But their love would remain
On the screen
Separated as they were
By an ocean
A different culture
And severely different values.
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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Osmosis
This mantle does not fit me well,
for it is fashioned from your pain, not mine.
Sitting atop my shoulders uncomfortably,
it makes its presence known in quiet moments.
My heart aches, uselessly—
longing to fix that which I do not fully comprehend.
There is no need to explain:
the silences between your words
have settled upon me,
surrounded me and occupied my waking hours.
If only my compassion would reach you likewise;
a protective cloak to surround you,
unbidden and silent.
for it is fashioned from your pain, not mine.
Sitting atop my shoulders uncomfortably,
it makes its presence known in quiet moments.
My heart aches, uselessly—
longing to fix that which I do not fully comprehend.
There is no need to explain:
the silences between your words
have settled upon me,
surrounded me and occupied my waking hours.
If only my compassion would reach you likewise;
a protective cloak to surround you,
unbidden and silent.
Written by Wafflenose
(Ellie)
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Zeitgeist
Someone stole my child while I was sleeping,
And left a fine young lady in her place.
Her appearance is familiar;
The fairness of her skin and hair,
The huge blue eyes and lightness of frame all quite expected;
The products of her genes.
She’s steeped in words and music,
And will carry these abilities through her life;
The products of her upbringing.
The surprise is in the woman she’s become.
All by herself, she’s a spirit of the age
With her finger on society’s pulse.
An artist, an aesthetician,
A social justice warrior,
A defender of human rights,
A lover of animals and
A voice for the voiceless,
The shy little girl has become
Politically bold,
Unapologetically outspoken,
A loyal friend, who will not tolerate
The mistreatment of others.
We spend nine months
Expecting a baby.
Time and experience will show us
Who that child will become,
And that is the Unexpected.
And left a fine young lady in her place.
Her appearance is familiar;
The fairness of her skin and hair,
The huge blue eyes and lightness of frame all quite expected;
The products of her genes.
She’s steeped in words and music,
And will carry these abilities through her life;
The products of her upbringing.
The surprise is in the woman she’s become.
All by herself, she’s a spirit of the age
With her finger on society’s pulse.
An artist, an aesthetician,
A social justice warrior,
A defender of human rights,
A lover of animals and
A voice for the voiceless,
The shy little girl has become
Politically bold,
Unapologetically outspoken,
A loyal friend, who will not tolerate
The mistreatment of others.
We spend nine months
Expecting a baby.
Time and experience will show us
Who that child will become,
And that is the Unexpected.
Written by Wafflenose
(Ellie)
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Mentor, From Seuss, To Cliche, To Me
back when words were nothing
but tools to pry the undergarments
from a woman that didn’t understand
poetry.....
scratch that
I think women have poetry scribed
into their bones
coursing through their veins
as if tundras
star filled skies
and grass spun daydreams
are in their DNA
back when I didn’t understand
poetry
back when words were harsh
a dialect of cunt and fuck
and the rhyme
oh the incessant repeat
of monotone beats
and metre was a measure
I didn’t understand (still don’t)
she poured effort
and encouragement into a driftless
rhymer of sad prose
pump and dump erotica
and shitty grammar
as if there were
cordant notes of beauty
amid the discord
as if between the untuned strings
and fumbling fingers
that beneath it all
was music
a voice
that deserved to be heard
so with magic
in her words
guided a lost boy
into art
hack and slash words
into a semblance of place
time
order
into words that spoke
and meant more
than two-dollar platitudes
with bluesy tunes
scent of old books
and knowledge that flowed
I say thank you
in my own clumsy way
more coherent than I used to be
but tools to pry the undergarments
from a woman that didn’t understand
poetry.....
scratch that
I think women have poetry scribed
into their bones
coursing through their veins
as if tundras
star filled skies
and grass spun daydreams
are in their DNA
back when I didn’t understand
poetry
back when words were harsh
a dialect of cunt and fuck
and the rhyme
oh the incessant repeat
of monotone beats
and metre was a measure
I didn’t understand (still don’t)
she poured effort
and encouragement into a driftless
rhymer of sad prose
pump and dump erotica
and shitty grammar
as if there were
cordant notes of beauty
amid the discord
as if between the untuned strings
and fumbling fingers
that beneath it all
was music
a voice
that deserved to be heard
so with magic
in her words
guided a lost boy
into art
hack and slash words
into a semblance of place
time
order
into words that spoke
and meant more
than two-dollar platitudes
with bluesy tunes
scent of old books
and knowledge that flowed
I say thank you
in my own clumsy way
more coherent than I used to be
Written by Nevermindthegaps
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