Poetry competition CLOSED 16th October 2022 9:58pm
WINNER
Razzerleaf
Razzerleaf
The masks we wear
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Use the title as a prompt
Onward with the spooky season theme.
I would like a free verse poem using the prompt of ”the masks we wear”.
See where it takes you in your mind.
Rules
• New writes only
• Free verse poetry
• No erotica
• No restrictions on length
• Visual / audio / video poetry allowed
• One entry per human being
• Comp judged by host
• 2 weeks
Each Mask She Wears
Each mask she wears dilutes her soul
They hide her sparkle and take her whole
The businesswoman who can never fail
The working mum whose façade is stale
The wife who must love, honour and obey
Those expectations fade her whole being away
That whole being feels like a distant star
One dimming speckle in a galaxy afar
A woman of all trades, and a master of none
With the weight of the world, fulfilling everyone
Every person in her life accepting each disguise
The more they want, the more she tries
The more she tries, the less she can feel
Until there will be nothing left to heal!
They hide her sparkle and take her whole
The businesswoman who can never fail
The working mum whose façade is stale
The wife who must love, honour and obey
Those expectations fade her whole being away
That whole being feels like a distant star
One dimming speckle in a galaxy afar
A woman of all trades, and a master of none
With the weight of the world, fulfilling everyone
Every person in her life accepting each disguise
The more they want, the more she tries
The more she tries, the less she can feel
Until there will be nothing left to heal!
Written by RedEmma
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Anonymous
@RedEmma - thank you for your entry 👍🏻
Act
Counting the lessons
Submit to tension
Rose tinted face slips away
Callous and jaded
Sheepish and dated
This act is over and played
Covet forgiveness
Don't think I need it
What will remain is decay.
Submit to tension
Rose tinted face slips away
Callous and jaded
Sheepish and dated
This act is over and played
Covet forgiveness
Don't think I need it
What will remain is decay.
Written by Fishmander
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The Unmasked
masks
uncaring
chucked
dust viral swept
buried under rugs by monsters lax
grinning
uncaring
chucked
dust viral swept
buried under rugs by monsters lax
grinning
Written by Jordan
(D.O.C.)
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Anonymous
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Behind Those Eyes
Some wear masks to contain the pain
Some wear them to hide their sorrows
Other use them to hide deep dark secrets
And some use them to masquerade something much more sinister...
But no matter what disguise these masks may be
It’s always in the eyes that tell the story
The windows to the soul are sometimes a deep chasm
A void of the unknown into the lifeless pit of some evil and vile –
If you’re keen enough, you can see that behind a smile or grin
Something much more guiling lies behind those eyes
Waiting for an opportune moment
To reveal its true self
The beast hidden underneath this skin
Yes, monsters are real
But they wear masks of beauty, cuteness, and charm
And yet at night under the light of the moon they shed their skins
Baring the visceral severed vessels and seeping cavities
Crawling with night
Slithering slowly between rot and decay
Waiting for day to commence once again
To find another victim
And the mask hides this hideous face
With a friendly smile but ominous eyes
Lingering patiently
Until she comes into my grasp…
Written by wallyroo92
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Anonymous
Bloom
Don't wear a mask
That's all I ask
It's too common place
Know that it's right
Step into the light
Let me see your face
There's nothing to hide
I have seen inside
How beautiful you are
Please let it all go
Discontinue the show
Dare to raise your bar
Look love is all around
Don't be shy be found
In the company of men
There's nothing to fear
Wipe away that tear
You will be born again
That's all I ask
It's too common place
Know that it's right
Step into the light
Let me see your face
There's nothing to hide
I have seen inside
How beautiful you are
Please let it all go
Discontinue the show
Dare to raise your bar
Look love is all around
Don't be shy be found
In the company of men
There's nothing to fear
Wipe away that tear
You will be born again
Written by Northern1
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Northern1 said:
Hello, I’m afraid this comp is new writes only. If you would like to write another entry I will gladly accept that in this comp.
Thank you 🙂
Hello, I’m afraid this comp is new writes only. If you would like to write another entry I will gladly accept that in this comp.
Thank you 🙂
Cigarette smoke
I'm our Frankenstein
green and stitched together
condensation breaths out
Marlborough breaths in,
as I take your hand.
I'm a wort nosed old man
white haired and extended chin
I watch you breath out
Marlborough breaths in,
waiting for eyes to close.
I'm the question that's asked
when they think they know
Marlborough breaths in
as my mouth answers no,
curling at the corner.
I'm the sideways glance
that tells you where it's buried,
the fingernail that I bite
before I ask you for a light,
Marlborough breaths in.
I'm the bead of sweat
that makes you want to run
the heaving chest that
Marlborough breaths in,
as a cracked black lung, sings.
green and stitched together
condensation breaths out
Marlborough breaths in,
as I take your hand.
I'm a wort nosed old man
white haired and extended chin
I watch you breath out
Marlborough breaths in,
waiting for eyes to close.
I'm the question that's asked
when they think they know
Marlborough breaths in
as my mouth answers no,
curling at the corner.
I'm the sideways glance
that tells you where it's buried,
the fingernail that I bite
before I ask you for a light,
Marlborough breaths in.
I'm the bead of sweat
that makes you want to run
the heaving chest that
Marlborough breaths in,
as a cracked black lung, sings.
Written by Razzerleaf
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The Internet Invented Poetry
“Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.” Oscar Wilde
The Libraries are full of luddites
Weeping Wikipedia tears o’er
Keats and Yeats eulogies.
Breaking News on Sky:
Scientists are cloning souls in
Bunkums of human abattoirs.
For a moment, the sky dies.
Spinning blackened skeins on unrequited looms
Sentence is passed on charlatans & grandeurs deluded.
As the webs weave, terminally it seems,
Words are kindled in Sanskrit flames.
In brown rooms, a cursor flenses coward skin.
Steering fantasies into lonely harbours
See how the sails are red and flagged.
What became of the existential poets?
Ironically, they have ceased to exist,
The poor animal fatally forked.
Each comedy is not divine,
A Latin loving wordsmith’s final bow:
There but for the grace of Godot,
Always waiting in homes of strangers,
Waiting always. Still.
Sitting wide to receive
A power cut now
Would quell the fleeting hope.
Left to my own devices
I probably would.
To browse or not to browse
Is the quiescent of our age,
Rage against the dying of the page
Or controversially, in tautology,
Find reality in the real world.
The Libraries are full of luddites
Weeping Wikipedia tears o’er
Keats and Yeats eulogies.
Breaking News on Sky:
Scientists are cloning souls in
Bunkums of human abattoirs.
For a moment, the sky dies.
Spinning blackened skeins on unrequited looms
Sentence is passed on charlatans & grandeurs deluded.
As the webs weave, terminally it seems,
Words are kindled in Sanskrit flames.
In brown rooms, a cursor flenses coward skin.
Steering fantasies into lonely harbours
See how the sails are red and flagged.
What became of the existential poets?
Ironically, they have ceased to exist,
The poor animal fatally forked.
Each comedy is not divine,
A Latin loving wordsmith’s final bow:
There but for the grace of Godot,
Always waiting in homes of strangers,
Waiting always. Still.
Sitting wide to receive
A power cut now
Would quell the fleeting hope.
Left to my own devices
I probably would.
To browse or not to browse
Is the quiescent of our age,
Rage against the dying of the page
Or controversially, in tautology,
Find reality in the real world.
Written by Strangeways_Rob
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Filling in the blanks
Filling in the blanks
The question that I ask.
"To reveal, the future of temptations needs
as the phantom of the opera
to stalk and pray, hide the truth
hold up your fantasies, unto the light
and they just be like sculptured wax
or Paper Mache
waiting in the theatre wings, where our ego fashion's us
As Janus held the mask to hide excess
tread faltering steps along the precipice, not here
but silent screams from the valley deep beneath
to hold the spotlights brilliant arc
a thespian as Dionysus was
Spread the greasepaint of tragedies last laugh
Be the clown that wears a single tear
the choice, a poet never fears"
The question that I ask.
"To reveal, the future of temptations needs
as the phantom of the opera
to stalk and pray, hide the truth
hold up your fantasies, unto the light
and they just be like sculptured wax
or Paper Mache
waiting in the theatre wings, where our ego fashion's us
As Janus held the mask to hide excess
tread faltering steps along the precipice, not here
but silent screams from the valley deep beneath
to hold the spotlights brilliant arc
a thespian as Dionysus was
Spread the greasepaint of tragedies last laugh
Be the clown that wears a single tear
the choice, a poet never fears"
Written by slipalong
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