Poetry competition CLOSED 23rd November 2022 2:23am
WINNER
Honoria
Honoria
Poem of the Month - November 2022
Poetry Contest Description
Three weeks to nominate your favorite poem!
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
September - Rianne
October - Bluevelvete
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
September - Rianne
October - Bluevelvete
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
Anonymous
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Two Werewolves. Loving causes wild pain.
You asked me not to leave you alone,
And looked at the full moon with angry eyes.
I was just silent - I didn’t know what to say.
We shouldn't be together, I just knew that.
I repeated again that we can not be together,
Explained many times that we are different.
But you didn't want to understand what I meant.
I boldly cut at the root of all my dreams ...
You stood under the moon, turning away from me,
And lovingly said something through my tears.
I will never forget that moment of destruction,
That moment of our silent battle...
Love is a struggle, and separation is a victory,
Only whose fault is it, who will tell me about it?
I don't know which of us wins from separation,
I only know that it kills us both...
I wanted you to hug me, but I said, “No".
The moonlight causes me wild pain ... "
I waited for the next day to come,
And quietly repeated:" I love you, werewolf ... "
Oblivion came, you were too close,
And the moon at that moment was so low.
I wanted to tell you, but I choked, fell ...
I was wildly tired of this tortured existence!
Why didn't you walk away in that hideous hour
When you destroyed what held us together?
I remember a stream of blood, your piercing cry,
And how the light of the moon drooped over me.
The rising sun woke me up.
In your sad eyes I saw myself.
I found two scars on my shoulder -
Now the same wound is on my heart ...
You and I are now forever together -
Two werewolves, two loves, two fires, two souls.
I'll never be able to go anywhere without you,
Just don't die, breathe and breathe...
Again I was silent, I couldn't find the right words,
But you understood me even without them...
I assure you, there is such love,
Where loving causes wild pain…
And looked at the full moon with angry eyes.
I was just silent - I didn’t know what to say.
We shouldn't be together, I just knew that.
I repeated again that we can not be together,
Explained many times that we are different.
But you didn't want to understand what I meant.
I boldly cut at the root of all my dreams ...
You stood under the moon, turning away from me,
And lovingly said something through my tears.
I will never forget that moment of destruction,
That moment of our silent battle...
Love is a struggle, and separation is a victory,
Only whose fault is it, who will tell me about it?
I don't know which of us wins from separation,
I only know that it kills us both...
I wanted you to hug me, but I said, “No".
The moonlight causes me wild pain ... "
I waited for the next day to come,
And quietly repeated:" I love you, werewolf ... "
Oblivion came, you were too close,
And the moon at that moment was so low.
I wanted to tell you, but I choked, fell ...
I was wildly tired of this tortured existence!
Why didn't you walk away in that hideous hour
When you destroyed what held us together?
I remember a stream of blood, your piercing cry,
And how the light of the moon drooped over me.
The rising sun woke me up.
In your sad eyes I saw myself.
I found two scars on my shoulder -
Now the same wound is on my heart ...
You and I are now forever together -
Two werewolves, two loves, two fires, two souls.
I'll never be able to go anywhere without you,
Just don't die, breathe and breathe...
Again I was silent, I couldn't find the right words,
But you understood me even without them...
I assure you, there is such love,
Where loving causes wild pain…
Written by KristinaX
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Far Away, I Am Free
A young girls fantasy
becomes
A grown woman’s sadness
How warped fate can be
To twist and knot a dream
Euphoric beginnings eroded
Daily, the grind of merely existing
I long to run
Yet, maps are obsolete and
Siri didn’t understand my request
Fancy language and scripted fonts
Do little to assuage this emptiness
Bards of yesteryear are mute
To the very thing I need to hear
I don’t know where to go?
becomes
A grown woman’s sadness
How warped fate can be
To twist and knot a dream
Euphoric beginnings eroded
Daily, the grind of merely existing
I long to run
Yet, maps are obsolete and
Siri didn’t understand my request
Fancy language and scripted fonts
Do little to assuage this emptiness
Bards of yesteryear are mute
To the very thing I need to hear
I don’t know where to go?
Written by Honoria
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The perfect storm
I stray
from where it's warm
choose the perfection
of icy wind
cutting me
in tidy little ribbons
releasing anxious pain
in whispered
rivulets
It's my way;
wandering alone
roaming far away
from hearth and home
unharbored— jettisoned
finding rapture in ruins
my own shipwrecked architect
Squalls carry familiar sounds,
recognition is a meandering thought
slivers of miracles
erode time
tamp down depression
refreshing stagnant minds
hailing the horizon's harmonic rise
Wicking away tears
casting off menial fears
weathering seas
from a stiff rolling breeze
blowing strengthened air
tasting of hard toiled
tumultuous fare
Taming each wave
as courage reflects
upon a face full of brave
I build myself buoyant
.
.
.
with
each
and
every
league
I fathom
Written by Bluevelvete
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Observational Poems : The perfect storm : DU Poetry
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https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/465056-in-so-many-words/
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Anonymous
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Born to Hang
The crescent moon hangs as the
Executioner’s smile across harbour lips,
Windswept rhapsodies of a midnight piano
Wreathe the mouth of the teenage junkie
To the somnolent doorway……
The Irish Sea is sullen tonight.
The sinking sonar of summer’s lonely swimmers
Sleepcrawls across the drowned steam-submarine (of 1880).
A peroxide wraith rattles shingle
Saturated thighs breach breakers,
On your knees and pray for me
For the roped fatale is emerging.
Hampstead host to beguiling swine
(Sty)lised fools of fortune, Savile Row arms
Drape their persistent necessity.
Gin, satin slings, wedding rings
Planted in pernicious pots.
Brutal men prefer blondes, strapped
To their windscreen and knuckles,
Queen to Blakely’s British Racing Green
Dethroned on a never ending final lap,
One more slap and see how the gears change.
Femme fatigue, dreams of stilettoing his heart,
Smoke ballistic breath at (h)arm’s length.
Come down before David and murder love
Come before Christ in swinging ear-rings.
Fishing nets are at sail
So what can catch the black hearts?
As Monroe in methadone mist
The Gods of small boat (a)light her.
Triggered fingers claw the sand,
Her keel lists towards an eternal groin,
Three hundred and seventy degrees, and
I’ll scavenge through the heaped wreck.
On forecourt of derelict garage
Her waters divide wide open,
Fumes neck the unsealed bottle,
Open mouth in the night, dripping shards.
Someone takes her hand down
A line of soft white glass,
Away from the drowned bells and
Her wretched newspaper’ed history.
It’s a long walk home for
Those who are named guilty.
Executioner’s smile across harbour lips,
Windswept rhapsodies of a midnight piano
Wreathe the mouth of the teenage junkie
To the somnolent doorway……
The Irish Sea is sullen tonight.
The sinking sonar of summer’s lonely swimmers
Sleepcrawls across the drowned steam-submarine (of 1880).
A peroxide wraith rattles shingle
Saturated thighs breach breakers,
On your knees and pray for me
For the roped fatale is emerging.
Hampstead host to beguiling swine
(Sty)lised fools of fortune, Savile Row arms
Drape their persistent necessity.
Gin, satin slings, wedding rings
Planted in pernicious pots.
Brutal men prefer blondes, strapped
To their windscreen and knuckles,
Queen to Blakely’s British Racing Green
Dethroned on a never ending final lap,
One more slap and see how the gears change.
Femme fatigue, dreams of stilettoing his heart,
Smoke ballistic breath at (h)arm’s length.
Come down before David and murder love
Come before Christ in swinging ear-rings.
Fishing nets are at sail
So what can catch the black hearts?
As Monroe in methadone mist
The Gods of small boat (a)light her.
Triggered fingers claw the sand,
Her keel lists towards an eternal groin,
Three hundred and seventy degrees, and
I’ll scavenge through the heaped wreck.
On forecourt of derelict garage
Her waters divide wide open,
Fumes neck the unsealed bottle,
Open mouth in the night, dripping shards.
Someone takes her hand down
A line of soft white glass,
Away from the drowned bells and
Her wretched newspaper’ed history.
It’s a long walk home for
Those who are named guilty.
Written by Strangeways_Rob
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Prophecy Of The Gun
it was the immaculate conception
inconceivable as it was
me being birthed from the womb
of man's ideology
motherless
never nurtured from the essence of her femininity
an umbilical cord just a figment of
my sentimental imagination
I arrive as a prophet in my own right
and though i have not walked on water
I have ceremoniously baptized countless
in pools of their own blood
for I am the axis upon which
fear and love revolve around in perpetuity
thus I am aptly named the Revolver
a solver of sorts
that mediates matters in medieval fashion
as I am fashionably dressed
mostly in shades of onyx
but I have been known to have wore
chrome exquisitely well as well
the proper attire indeed
as I foretell what is fated for legion
as I am irrevocably mated with clip after clip after clip
and our union would eclipse the light of many
impregnated with hollow-tipped shells
all my children would silently dwell
within my amniotic sac
each eagerly awaiting for that hammer to cock back
and release them through the length of
my dark chamber
come hither
please tease my trigger-clit with your anger
and I will show you how I begat them
spat them in frightening sequence
deadly precision...one by one
come..let your clouded decisions misguide you
and be my masculine mid-wife
as I give birth to these bullets with no names
go ahead and pull it!
and I will maim and kill at your discretion
I promise
hear my progeny cry
as they exit me in a flash of a new dawn
feel the ringing of their voices echo
throughout your ears as they reconcile your fears
hold me firmly in your hand
and I will assuage the God-complex
sitting seductively in the back of your subconscious
preaching in darkness how
the Lord giveth
and WE shall taketh away
and if we so
choose to stay the hand of our judgement
they shall be reborn under the blanket of our terror
with me at your waist i will make you
more of a man than your dick ever could
pull me out your pants
and people will always tremble at the sight of me
I am always hard and ready to bust
again, and again and again
I will leave the uninitiated keeled over in orgasmic agony
let them view their reflections for one last time
in the puddles of plasma left in my heated wake
I will extend your ego a 100 fold my niz
but I must confess
I do have
some serious abandonment issues
for without the sweaty embrace of your palm
the seductive stroke of your index finger
I am worthless...just a prisoner of no circumstance
suspended in animation
so always keep me near baby
I am your genie in a black bottle
your street oracle tucked near your crotch nice and snug
I am forever the UN-mother
heralding death's potential in my cold metal womb
I am the point beyond reasoning
where humanity utterly fails
and decadence prevails
and I shall pronounce you neo-King
of this barren wasteland
nestling under the illusion of my security
while i snicker behind your back
gloating in my triumph over the triumvirate of the
mind body and soul
Written by Naajir
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Vampire Passion
Vamparic Passion..
Her body lay on the red velvet bed
black roses covered her bust
he hungrily stared down at her
an uncontrollable lust
he ran his hand across her body
caressing every curve, every part
he pressed his body against hers
quietly he listened to the increased beating of her heart
he ran his fingers threw her raven hair
stared deeply into her eyes
echoing threw the room
were her satisfied cries
he stared down at her soft white throat
and slowly pressed his mouth against it
he eagerly began to drink
excitedly she bit his wrist
blood covered their body's
as they slowly moved together
filling each others thirst
every minute getting better
together they lay
enter-twined as one
lost in eternal lust
a vamparic love...
Her body lay on the red velvet bed
black roses covered her bust
he hungrily stared down at her
an uncontrollable lust
he ran his hand across her body
caressing every curve, every part
he pressed his body against hers
quietly he listened to the increased beating of her heart
he ran his fingers threw her raven hair
stared deeply into her eyes
echoing threw the room
were her satisfied cries
he stared down at her soft white throat
and slowly pressed his mouth against it
he eagerly began to drink
excitedly she bit his wrist
blood covered their body's
as they slowly moved together
filling each others thirst
every minute getting better
together they lay
enter-twined as one
lost in eternal lust
a vamparic love...
Written by dee_amethyst
(pho3nix 999)
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Down In The Valley
If I close my eyes, and in the afterlife as I never existed
The bark that stands in the forest, as the universal to my roots softly have christened
With soft branches to hold the fruit of my divine
Shelter the sun, bare in the nakedness of winter to rebirth my generational leaves, time after time
Would my virgin timber cry to the hollowness of the wind
Where ropes choked my branches as feet dangled in demise as souls quietly ascend
Bowing my creation to thirst of knowledge from the tree of life
Sapping the bitterness from wicked tongues
The race in life is never won
In the cathedral of death, the Book of Revelations mar the world with the convincing beast
Devoid of universal light, a spiritual warfare declared upon the Heavens by Hell
In the last days only the hunger for peace shall feast
The valley of dry bones resides in the abyss of strife
No matter the chances you take or choices you make
Peace is the substance we all seek in this realm we call life
Society makes no spiritual crowns to place upon anyone’s head
In the shadow of death, the spirit and soul wrestle in the thistles of its own bed
We cry to live, and we wallow in pain when we die
Hopefully, there is another life, beyond the veil of the sky
Minds are always clenched on the rim to covet the sips of another's cup
Not knowing the passage of their journey, is their homage embedded in the ideology of being mentally down or gracility in honor when up
We are beautifully born, the DNA of our being is for us to adorn
Not taste the shame, guilt, discontent or digest the trespasses of anyone’ s else hidden scorn
Manmade technology has warped the youth, no emotions, no feelings, children of the corn
Be slow in the alluring of anger, receptive in praise, plausible in the hindrance of malevolent thoughts, to see the next day
Keep your vows to be true to self, and make sure you humbly pray
The bark that stands in the forest, as the universal to my roots softly have christened
With soft branches to hold the fruit of my divine
Shelter the sun, bare in the nakedness of winter to rebirth my generational leaves, time after time
Would my virgin timber cry to the hollowness of the wind
Where ropes choked my branches as feet dangled in demise as souls quietly ascend
Bowing my creation to thirst of knowledge from the tree of life
Sapping the bitterness from wicked tongues
The race in life is never won
In the cathedral of death, the Book of Revelations mar the world with the convincing beast
Devoid of universal light, a spiritual warfare declared upon the Heavens by Hell
In the last days only the hunger for peace shall feast
The valley of dry bones resides in the abyss of strife
No matter the chances you take or choices you make
Peace is the substance we all seek in this realm we call life
Society makes no spiritual crowns to place upon anyone’s head
In the shadow of death, the spirit and soul wrestle in the thistles of its own bed
We cry to live, and we wallow in pain when we die
Hopefully, there is another life, beyond the veil of the sky
Minds are always clenched on the rim to covet the sips of another's cup
Not knowing the passage of their journey, is their homage embedded in the ideology of being mentally down or gracility in honor when up
We are beautifully born, the DNA of our being is for us to adorn
Not taste the shame, guilt, discontent or digest the trespasses of anyone’ s else hidden scorn
Manmade technology has warped the youth, no emotions, no feelings, children of the corn
Be slow in the alluring of anger, receptive in praise, plausible in the hindrance of malevolent thoughts, to see the next day
Keep your vows to be true to self, and make sure you humbly pray
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Gripping Too Hard
I hold onto her too hard
never knowing if she is staying
or leaving.
And I cannot say I know
whether this is me, and my pain,
or something she stirs up in me.
Some days I know
that it will be okay
and some nights
the fear crashes over me
and I silently cry more than I'd like.
Because ever time I worry
that she will leave instead of stay
I am failing,
always failing,
to trust her.
To know I have a place
in her life.
But I cannot say whether it is me
or it is her
that ultimately knows
why I am the always scared.
All I know is I hold her too hard
And I do that a lot
with people I love.
Even though I know
I am strangling them.
And I feel shame
every single time
I fail again
to loosen
my grip.
never knowing if she is staying
or leaving.
And I cannot say I know
whether this is me, and my pain,
or something she stirs up in me.
Some days I know
that it will be okay
and some nights
the fear crashes over me
and I silently cry more than I'd like.
Because ever time I worry
that she will leave instead of stay
I am failing,
always failing,
to trust her.
To know I have a place
in her life.
But I cannot say whether it is me
or it is her
that ultimately knows
why I am the always scared.
All I know is I hold her too hard
And I do that a lot
with people I love.
Even though I know
I am strangling them.
And I feel shame
every single time
I fail again
to loosen
my grip.
Written by Junco
(H. D. Jaster)
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The winner of this competition and any runners up were decided by public vote.
Thank you to the following members for voting:
S-m-sawyer, LtDansLegs, PoetSpeak, AspergerPoet56, LunaGreyhawk, Marks, Salient_Swan_, Bluevelvete, ReggiePoet, MadameLavender, Rianne, monovox128, Fiftysevenhours, lepperochan, Tallen, Rew
Thank you to the following members for voting:
S-m-sawyer, LtDansLegs, PoetSpeak, AspergerPoet56, LunaGreyhawk, Marks, Salient_Swan_, Bluevelvete, ReggiePoet, MadameLavender, Rianne, monovox128, Fiftysevenhours, lepperochan, Tallen, Rew
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