Poetry competition CLOSED 23rd August 2022 12:38pm
WINNER
inechoingsilence
inechoingsilence
RUNNER-UP:
Braver_Than_A_Noun
Poem of the Month - AUGUST 2022
Poetry Contest Description
Three weeks to nominate your favorite poems!
You have THREE weeks to nominate no more than THREE of your favorite poems from another DUP poet!
Please note the following guidelines when making nominations:
The voting for this competition is anonymous; therefore,spoken word nominations will be disqualified. You may nominate Spoken Word pieces in the competition below.
Spoken Word of the Month Comp (every other month) is here:
(Link coming soon!)
New Member ( six ( 6 ) months or less ) of the Month comp is here:
(Link coming soon!)
1. Self nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme. This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.
2. You may nominate only THREE poems from THREE different DU members.
3. No DUPLICATE NOMINATIONS. If you nominate a poem that has already been nominated you will be asked to replace the nomination.
4. Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.
5. Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to winning will be automatically disqualified.
6. One win per member per calendar year, beginning with the month they win.
7. Please notify your nominee they have been nominated.
Nomination Duration is three weeks followed by a week of site voting!
Current Poem of the Month Hall of Famers:
2022:
January - Luna Greyhawk
February - AspergerPoet
March - Relic-54
April - Alan-S-Jeeves
May - _feral
June - Nevermindthegaps
July - Indie
August - inechoingsilence
2021:
January - brokentitanium (k.)
February - SatinUgal
March - X
April - RiAN
May - DaisyGrace
June - Bluevelvete
July - Jemac
August - Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
September - Joshsam
October - cold_fusion
November - Buddhakitty
December - Particles_of_HerII
2020
January- NEW BEGINNINGS
February - EDIBLE WORDS
March - MADAME LAVENDER
APRIL - MONKEYMAN
MAY - TIMAGINATION543
JUNE - LEPPEROCHAN (Craic-Dealer)
JULY - STRANGEWAYS_ROB
August - Daniel Christensen
September - Aspergerpoet
October - Lunagreyhawk
November - Kristinax
December - Ahavati
2019
January - DANIELCHRISTENSEN
February - SOPHIE_ERICSON
March - AUDIOHARLEEA
April - FROM THE ASH
May - MISS_SUB
June - NAAJIR
July - LAYLA
August, 2019 - AHAVATI
September - MISS_SUB
October - HOWLING_WHELMS
November - JOHNNY BLAZE
December - RACHEL_LAUREN
2018
January - LADY_OF_THE_QUILL
February - LEPPEROCHAN Craic in a Box
March - TINABUBUYA (Tee Mali)
April - CROWFLY
May - ATOMIKBOMB
June - MISS_SUB (Missy)
July - MEADOWSWEET
August - LAYLA
September - COLD FUSION
October - TODSKI28
November - TheMUSE22
December - BENDER
2017
January - VEE
February - CRIMSIN
March - ONEFIFTYSIX
April - DANIEL CHRISTENSEN
May - ALEXANDER CASE
June - AEMelia564
July - THE_SILLY_SIBYL (Jack Thomas Heslop)
August - QUIETUSQUILL
September - _SHADOE_
October - POETSREVENGE
November - NAAJIR
December - POETSPEAK
2016
November - JOHN FEDDELER
December - AHAVATI
Please note the following guidelines when making nominations:
The voting for this competition is anonymous; therefore,spoken word nominations will be disqualified. You may nominate Spoken Word pieces in the competition below.
Spoken Word of the Month Comp (every other month) is here:
(Link coming soon!)
New Member ( six ( 6 ) months or less ) of the Month comp is here:
(Link coming soon!)
1. Self nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme. This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.
2. You may nominate only THREE poems from THREE different DU members.
3. No DUPLICATE NOMINATIONS. If you nominate a poem that has already been nominated you will be asked to replace the nomination.
4. Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.
5. Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to winning will be automatically disqualified.
6. One win per member per calendar year, beginning with the month they win.
7. Please notify your nominee they have been nominated.
Nomination Duration is three weeks followed by a week of site voting!
Current Poem of the Month Hall of Famers:
2022:
January - Luna Greyhawk
February - AspergerPoet
March - Relic-54
April - Alan-S-Jeeves
May - _feral
June - Nevermindthegaps
July - Indie
August - inechoingsilence
2021:
January - brokentitanium (k.)
February - SatinUgal
March - X
April - RiAN
May - DaisyGrace
June - Bluevelvete
July - Jemac
August - Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
September - Joshsam
October - cold_fusion
November - Buddhakitty
December - Particles_of_HerII
2020
January- NEW BEGINNINGS
February - EDIBLE WORDS
March - MADAME LAVENDER
APRIL - MONKEYMAN
MAY - TIMAGINATION543
JUNE - LEPPEROCHAN (Craic-Dealer)
JULY - STRANGEWAYS_ROB
August - Daniel Christensen
September - Aspergerpoet
October - Lunagreyhawk
November - Kristinax
December - Ahavati
2019
January - DANIELCHRISTENSEN
February - SOPHIE_ERICSON
March - AUDIOHARLEEA
April - FROM THE ASH
May - MISS_SUB
June - NAAJIR
July - LAYLA
August, 2019 - AHAVATI
September - MISS_SUB
October - HOWLING_WHELMS
November - JOHNNY BLAZE
December - RACHEL_LAUREN
2018
January - LADY_OF_THE_QUILL
February - LEPPEROCHAN Craic in a Box
March - TINABUBUYA (Tee Mali)
April - CROWFLY
May - ATOMIKBOMB
June - MISS_SUB (Missy)
July - MEADOWSWEET
August - LAYLA
September - COLD FUSION
October - TODSKI28
November - TheMUSE22
December - BENDER
2017
January - VEE
February - CRIMSIN
March - ONEFIFTYSIX
April - DANIEL CHRISTENSEN
May - ALEXANDER CASE
June - AEMelia564
July - THE_SILLY_SIBYL (Jack Thomas Heslop)
August - QUIETUSQUILL
September - _SHADOE_
October - POETSREVENGE
November - NAAJIR
December - POETSPEAK
2016
November - JOHN FEDDELER
December - AHAVATI
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Light
Madness is never silent
crucially defiant
never to rest
born to struggle
I grasp onto night
holding a place
for my own darkness
so I can appreciate the light
crucially defiant
never to rest
born to struggle
I grasp onto night
holding a place
for my own darkness
so I can appreciate the light
Written by mel44
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Anonymous
Hi,I'm trying 2 add a poet onto here,with gr8t difficulty!
Outsider Art
The sordid individual is what’s
always appealed to me. A killer, recluse,
the cynic seen by none.
My artistic obsession has never grown beyond
a need to feel the sharpest blades of thought,
to stand outside oneself and be a self only,
and if the pen was born to dwell on guilt and misery,
there is a joy in this. The joy and pain of too far gone,
the deep Satanic element
retained not just as childish statement,
but human consciousness divine,
a sacred from the mere profane.
always appealed to me. A killer, recluse,
the cynic seen by none.
My artistic obsession has never grown beyond
a need to feel the sharpest blades of thought,
to stand outside oneself and be a self only,
and if the pen was born to dwell on guilt and misery,
there is a joy in this. The joy and pain of too far gone,
the deep Satanic element
retained not just as childish statement,
but human consciousness divine,
a sacred from the mere profane.
Written by Casted_Runes
(Mr Karswell)
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the only true and real moment
if I fall, let me lie
there in the
dirt and drink
it in like a thirsty
man needing
water
if I hate, let it be
pure and holy like
the eyes of a saint
beholding a
slaughtered
lamb
if I love, forgive
me, then turn
away with
disgust
if I die, erase my .
name from the sky,
then forget about
me
if I cry, laugh at
me, then tell
me that sorrow
is a clown burning
in effigy of
waste
if I dream, awaken
me and I will share
with you photograph's
of damnation
if I need comfort,
abandoned me
to the stillness
of entropy
if I want silence,
scream at me
until the mirror
shatters and all
reflections are
used up
it I lie, believe in
me like the belly
of the dead believes
it will never be
full again
the only true and real
moment is the moment
that is happening right
now
between
us
Written by buddhakitty
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Land Of The Fee
Why sure,
have whatever you want
ya'll are free to choose,
just make sure to pay for it all before you leave.
How your ancestors must weep
for when they sold their lives
to keep their neighbours free
and noble was the land,
how truly noble,
that lost land of the free.
have whatever you want
ya'll are free to choose,
just make sure to pay for it all before you leave.
How your ancestors must weep
for when they sold their lives
to keep their neighbours free
and noble was the land,
how truly noble,
that lost land of the free.
Written by Viddax
(Lord Viddax)
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The three vignette on nothing
one
Rabbit in the back field
Father got me to shoot it badly with a shotgun
we walked up, it was kicking pathetically
I still held the gun
He said "finish it."
I hesitated
It's eyes shining wide, nostrils flaring
"Finish it!!"
I hammered the shotgun butt
onto the rabbits head
"That's my boy!" He said, proudly
I look into its glazed eyes
I was numb
That death ment nothing
two
Anthony Dent
School friend, asthma patient
Died very young
we traveled in buses
To line up and kiss him goodbye in his coffin
He looked like he was sleeping
But I knew better
He was dead as that rabbit I felled with the gun
Ice cold skin
Nothing behind his closed eyes
We all came out wailing and crying
Went home in buses
Over three bridges
three
Pain in my chest
Saturday night
Lots of charlie
Autumn '98
Grew intense like fire so drove myself to A and E
Collapsed at the door
Heart attack confirmed
Passing out, feeling cold
Anthony Dent lying amongst flowers
Dead rabbit in the brown grass
My eyes fade out...
I awake
I'm alive, but can confirm no insight
to death except
Nothing
Rabbit in the back field
Father got me to shoot it badly with a shotgun
we walked up, it was kicking pathetically
I still held the gun
He said "finish it."
I hesitated
It's eyes shining wide, nostrils flaring
"Finish it!!"
I hammered the shotgun butt
onto the rabbits head
"That's my boy!" He said, proudly
I look into its glazed eyes
I was numb
That death ment nothing
two
Anthony Dent
School friend, asthma patient
Died very young
we traveled in buses
To line up and kiss him goodbye in his coffin
He looked like he was sleeping
But I knew better
He was dead as that rabbit I felled with the gun
Ice cold skin
Nothing behind his closed eyes
We all came out wailing and crying
Went home in buses
Over three bridges
three
Pain in my chest
Saturday night
Lots of charlie
Autumn '98
Grew intense like fire so drove myself to A and E
Collapsed at the door
Heart attack confirmed
Passing out, feeling cold
Anthony Dent lying amongst flowers
Dead rabbit in the brown grass
My eyes fade out...
I awake
I'm alive, but can confirm no insight
to death except
Nothing
Written by Jezkeebs
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Being with Alison
I was almost her
Before the bony fingers
Of time
Began to tug my face
Like putty, sinkening
Under merciless groping
Pinching and plying my skin into
Mean, furrowed clefts
She’s beautiful
And when she laughs
Her hair lifts off her breasts
Her eyes search for the vulnerable
And the yearning.
We suffer while
She occupies the space where we all breathe
I feel myself disappear.
I examine with lumbering dread
My hands
As they evaporate
My legs that blur into a vapy fog
The contours of my face soften into obscurity
My mind is a flurry
Of distress
And in the wedge of space
I still possess
I perch on my haunches,
A vulture,
Brimming with despair
She is my torment
And I am a creature of remorse.
Before the bony fingers
Of time
Began to tug my face
Like putty, sinkening
Under merciless groping
Pinching and plying my skin into
Mean, furrowed clefts
She’s beautiful
And when she laughs
Her hair lifts off her breasts
Her eyes search for the vulnerable
And the yearning.
We suffer while
She occupies the space where we all breathe
I feel myself disappear.
I examine with lumbering dread
My hands
As they evaporate
My legs that blur into a vapy fog
The contours of my face soften into obscurity
My mind is a flurry
Of distress
And in the wedge of space
I still possess
I perch on my haunches,
A vulture,
Brimming with despair
She is my torment
And I am a creature of remorse.
Written by PerfumeandTaffy
(Amy The Amazon)
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