Poetry competition CLOSED 27th September 2022 3:00pm
WINNER
Ljdynamic
Ljdynamic
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No, no.
pulp
you found it then
my tribute to old gods in recompense
for these harboured, hardened sins
so long left pleasantly unrepented
your breath, though
must have returned before retreat
their pretty lips spread tongues split
could never weave the words as well as you do
in secrets, love
sticks, stones, teeth
i arranged so carefully
in shapes that mean forgiveness
was it in their open-winged ribs
you saw our future vows sticky, still beating?
could you not see the sheets cleansed
by veins with nothing now to give but flowers?
was it then you knew
it was our only end
if you gave yourself to me?
my tribute to old gods in recompense
for these harboured, hardened sins
so long left pleasantly unrepented
your breath, though
must have returned before retreat
their pretty lips spread tongues split
could never weave the words as well as you do
in secrets, love
sticks, stones, teeth
i arranged so carefully
in shapes that mean forgiveness
was it in their open-winged ribs
you saw our future vows sticky, still beating?
could you not see the sheets cleansed
by veins with nothing now to give but flowers?
was it then you knew
it was our only end
if you gave yourself to me?
Written by InNomine
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Dodging Bullets
It was after the two-hour wait and the ensuing letter
That I read the words out loud
As proof of a broken contract
In front of all the guests
Not to so much as to smear or slander
But rather for the reality to settle in everyone’s mind
Especially my own
What should have been the happiest day
Was now a shock and awe moment
Perhaps dodging bullets should also be celebrated
Hell, it’s another chance at life
I rather feel the pain now than spend months
Maybe even years
Invested in something that would’ve broken me even more
Or worse
Fuck it
Play the music!
Eat the food!
Drink libations!
Instead of laughter let there be tears
Let this be a different kind of beginning
A new path into the unknown
Life is too short to be uncertain
Let this will be a lesson
Let this be a story to tell
Because no matter how embarrassed or broken hearted
I rather feel the knife now than be the fool later
Written by wallyroo92
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At the Altar
The “no” echoes through like acoustics
from that song that resonates deep.
Beyond the heart, beyond the soul.
The silence waves through swelling the air
and my tears reverberate a sorrow;
my tangible misfortune.
It is almost deafening to hear my breaths
laboring to sustain life within my lungs.
A self-executed action.
Words from your lips to my heart
become disentangled;
replaying as individualized letters.
On the merry-go-round holding
on to the moment just before this one.
Wishing time would stand still.
from that song that resonates deep.
Beyond the heart, beyond the soul.
The silence waves through swelling the air
and my tears reverberate a sorrow;
my tangible misfortune.
It is almost deafening to hear my breaths
laboring to sustain life within my lungs.
A self-executed action.
Words from your lips to my heart
become disentangled;
replaying as individualized letters.
On the merry-go-round holding
on to the moment just before this one.
Wishing time would stand still.
Written by Ljdynamic
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Anonymous
Should it be of 50 lines or should be of 50 words?
Anonymous
ohhh!! its too much for me as i write short poetry..anyways thank you n congratulations to organize competition..
Anonymous
hey j..
thank you so much for helping me .
thank you so much for helping me .
