Poetry competition CLOSED 19th July 2022 1:05am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
javalini
and Bluevelvete
My passion for poetry !
Sacred Words.
Placing the ink,
Instinct,
For many years,
Sears my core.
Attention is shrinking,
And focus is altering,
But communication,
Of words,
In verses,
Overflows.
Swimming in,
Conveys,
Diving deep,
Into meaning,
I am whole,
In the words,
Revealing.
Patience,
And cultivated empathy,
Grasping turmoil,
Is 2 write poetry,
A doorway 2 introspection,
A garden of unknowns.
Continual insight,
Knowing ones self worth,
The sacred words,
Gives me power,
2 understand myself,
And others,
So much more.
Like a flower,
Containing a multitude of thoughts,
With love,
This flower,
Daily grows,
I am lost in the power of words.
My hue-man position,
The hue-man condition,
Displayed,in different shades,other than grey.
The ability 2 convey,
Experience in a powerful way,
2 me,
Is all that matters.
And that's why I adore, and respect,
The beautiful Art of Poetical words.
Without it,
Our world would be a lot sadder.
©Wired6. 15/7/2022.
Instinct,
For many years,
Sears my core.
Attention is shrinking,
And focus is altering,
But communication,
Of words,
In verses,
Overflows.
Swimming in,
Conveys,
Diving deep,
Into meaning,
I am whole,
In the words,
Revealing.
Patience,
And cultivated empathy,
Grasping turmoil,
Is 2 write poetry,
A doorway 2 introspection,
A garden of unknowns.
Continual insight,
Knowing ones self worth,
The sacred words,
Gives me power,
2 understand myself,
And others,
So much more.
Like a flower,
Containing a multitude of thoughts,
With love,
This flower,
Daily grows,
I am lost in the power of words.
My hue-man position,
The hue-man condition,
Displayed,in different shades,other than grey.
The ability 2 convey,
Experience in a powerful way,
2 me,
Is all that matters.
And that's why I adore, and respect,
The beautiful Art of Poetical words.
Without it,
Our world would be a lot sadder.
©Wired6. 15/7/2022.
Written by Wired6
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Anonymous
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Poetry
Not like I know to be honest with you
but it's something deep like a knife
or some kind of gut wrenching tool
that keeps your attention by twisting
all night until you begin to write something
on a piece of paper. I wake up at 3am with
thoughts in mind but worried that I won't
know how to put those thoughts into margins.
I guess you can say that I'm smitten by such a
travesty of life as to not understand how to
bridge the mind with the physical. I am in awe
on a daily basis at the way the pen and brain
intermingle to create something eternal.
Not like I know to be honest with you
but it's something deep like a knife
or some kind of gut wrenching tool
that keeps your attention by twisting
all night until you begin to write something
on a piece of paper. I wake up at 3am with
thoughts in mind but worried that I won't
know how to put those thoughts into margins.
I guess you can say that I'm smitten by such a
travesty of life as to not understand how to
bridge the mind with the physical. I am in awe
on a daily basis at the way the pen and brain
intermingle to create something eternal.
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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Truth be told we had to lie
When we care more about the truth then what it is that's in front of us
What is it exactly that you considered the lie
When we're more interested in how the night ends
Which one of wasn't guilty of the lie
Whenever we both just want the other to smile because life throws us both enough bullshit
Why wouldn't we have a sweet lie
Whenever we know the other of us two has simply failed again yet we witness ourselves their struggle and heart behind it
Who couldn't encourage with a little lie
But when we decide to try another route ....when we're no longer interested in either
Why do we all of the sudden get consumed with what was a lie behind the simple truth
What is it exactly that you considered the lie
When we're more interested in how the night ends
Which one of wasn't guilty of the lie
Whenever we both just want the other to smile because life throws us both enough bullshit
Why wouldn't we have a sweet lie
Whenever we know the other of us two has simply failed again yet we witness ourselves their struggle and heart behind it
Who couldn't encourage with a little lie
But when we decide to try another route ....when we're no longer interested in either
Why do we all of the sudden get consumed with what was a lie behind the simple truth
Written by EyeLikeMe
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The Meaning of Poetry to Me
As the words flow across the pages
Something within my soul lifts and life
Becomes easier to bear. The stages
Of love, pain, happiness and the knife
In my heart become whole again.
The words that come down like rain
Lifts someone’s spirit and makes them
Realize they are not so alone in how they
Feel. Just like a flower stem, poetry holds
Onto me tight and waits for me to bloom
In every beautiful moment. It stays
With me during those sleepless nights.
It sparkle with specks of golds.
It dances with me when the lights
Go completely out and everyone goes
Home…. Because this is my home
Between the words and pages. This
Is when doubt fades and hope grows
Into something magnificent. I roam
Constantly but this right here is bliss.
Something within my soul lifts and life
Becomes easier to bear. The stages
Of love, pain, happiness and the knife
In my heart become whole again.
The words that come down like rain
Lifts someone’s spirit and makes them
Realize they are not so alone in how they
Feel. Just like a flower stem, poetry holds
Onto me tight and waits for me to bloom
In every beautiful moment. It stays
With me during those sleepless nights.
It sparkle with specks of golds.
It dances with me when the lights
Go completely out and everyone goes
Home…. Because this is my home
Between the words and pages. This
Is when doubt fades and hope grows
Into something magnificent. I roam
Constantly but this right here is bliss.
Written by eswaller
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Anonymous
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Shadows & Stealth
This poem begins with a window
Captivating the eye in crystal
Rust paint stains over stone
Found in the dust of a light projected beam
A force that searches the wastes
Receptivity derived from morose meditations
Detachment stands magnetic
Born in a sigil of looking glass shadows
Soul imprinted departures
Graven seals of surfaces penetrated
Linear burgundy into ink
Expansions into nascent dream
Knowledge of unfolding thoughts
Formulating plumed psychic connections
Apprehension of the invisible
Equations of manifestation materializing
Sentient letters
In states
Of
Awakening
Seeking self awareness
Expansion
Of
Consciousness
Making the self
In
Shadows
&
Stealth
Written by Cipher_O
(WarlordoftheWrittenWord)
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poetry
sacred vows spill from my soul onto to the sacred page
whispering secrets kept
the knowledge of the way
to enter into an understanding with her people
a beautiful language of honesty
listening to starlight converse
a code of supernovas designed to enlighten
with a gentle bloodletting
we scribe our truths
soul to soul we utter parables
visions and dreamscapes and a lot of times pain
an uplifting of spirit with each refrain of tenderness
a journey undertaken
poetry to guide the way
upholding the wisdom we learn
a golden cup to be shared
Written by crimsin
(Unveiling)
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