Poetry competition CLOSED 19th July 2022 1:05am
WINNER
Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
RUNNERS-UP:
javalini
and Bluevelvete
My passion for poetry !
Anonymous
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Anonymous
Hi Sawyer,
Thank you.
Take care.
X
Thank you.
Take care.
X
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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Not Intended But Where I Ended
If you had told me twenty years ago
I would be a writer of poetry
I would have glassed you in the face
used the shards to scratch
a stick figure family into the dry wall
explain that
that’s as much art as you’ll get from me
I can’t draw conclusions
can’t fold sentences into
absurdity and
thou art, about to get fucked up
my artistic streak
was in cracking bones
tearing into leather with rapid fire combinations
breaking down sparring partners
being able to hit so hard
I could injure ribs through body armour
injure limbs through kick shields
it was the mess of a woman
and her friends
because they brag to each other
about your size
your prowess
that thing you do with your tongue
I wasn’t tied down
I ran through them all
till I was a whisper in the back room
a trophy fuck
until my name was spoken in reverence
and women would walk past and grab my ass for luck
then later they would cling to my biceps
my shoulders
scream to god
the alley cat always gets the
sweetest meat
but it was hollow
the emptiest vessels make the most noise
everything I tried to fill it with
was more emptiness
pleasure is pleasure
it’s not grounded it holds no weight
I started writing about
cocks and cunts
because it was easy
fast
cheap thrills
after a time found I could describe a memory
touch a soul
with just
a
word
in
the right
place and placement
found I could look inside
use tears and blood as ink
found that the sweetest pain of all
was in the sharing
found a place for parts of me
I thought were dead
I would be a writer of poetry
I would have glassed you in the face
used the shards to scratch
a stick figure family into the dry wall
explain that
that’s as much art as you’ll get from me
I can’t draw conclusions
can’t fold sentences into
absurdity and
thou art, about to get fucked up
my artistic streak
was in cracking bones
tearing into leather with rapid fire combinations
breaking down sparring partners
being able to hit so hard
I could injure ribs through body armour
injure limbs through kick shields
it was the mess of a woman
and her friends
because they brag to each other
about your size
your prowess
that thing you do with your tongue
I wasn’t tied down
I ran through them all
till I was a whisper in the back room
a trophy fuck
until my name was spoken in reverence
and women would walk past and grab my ass for luck
then later they would cling to my biceps
my shoulders
scream to god
the alley cat always gets the
sweetest meat
but it was hollow
the emptiest vessels make the most noise
everything I tried to fill it with
was more emptiness
pleasure is pleasure
it’s not grounded it holds no weight
I started writing about
cocks and cunts
because it was easy
fast
cheap thrills
after a time found I could describe a memory
touch a soul
with just
a
word
in
the right
place and placement
found I could look inside
use tears and blood as ink
found that the sweetest pain of all
was in the sharing
found a place for parts of me
I thought were dead
Written by Nevermindthegaps
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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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