Poetry competition CLOSED 29th November 2022 2:50pm
WINNER
Kou_Indigo (Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
Kou_Indigo (Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
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Perfect place
Poetry Contest Description
The city of your dreams: you have visited, you want to visit....it can even be that Utopian city in your dream....but that would have to be on a different planet?
Poems up to around 50 lines. Could also be a short story
Montserrat The Emerald Isle
Sweet little Caribbean vibe,
Rich with pride
From cassava bread
to coconut dumplings
Beautiful Emerald Isle
Watched Soufriere Hills volcano kiss the sky
She ruptured, fire before our eyes,
Ocean floor to shoreline,
Preserve this land which is mine,
Reducing pollution,
Recycling debris
Protecting this Emerald City
Steel-pan drumming,
Masqueraders parading
The street's festivity,
Such freedom exude
As culture expressed by
The local dances and dress
Need I mention the food
This land that nurtures
It's people and creatures
We show our gratitude.
Our animals are our gems
We must respect them,
Mountain chicken down to hen.
There is history in this island
It's history we embrace,
tracing back to slavery and the ancient days.
The land we stand on is a blessed land
and so
I can proudly say,
Montserrat is Paradise
and so it shall stay.
Rich with pride
From cassava bread
to coconut dumplings
Beautiful Emerald Isle
Watched Soufriere Hills volcano kiss the sky
She ruptured, fire before our eyes,
Ocean floor to shoreline,
Preserve this land which is mine,
Reducing pollution,
Recycling debris
Protecting this Emerald City
Steel-pan drumming,
Masqueraders parading
The street's festivity,
Such freedom exude
As culture expressed by
The local dances and dress
Need I mention the food
This land that nurtures
It's people and creatures
We show our gratitude.
Our animals are our gems
We must respect them,
Mountain chicken down to hen.
There is history in this island
It's history we embrace,
tracing back to slavery and the ancient days.
The land we stand on is a blessed land
and so
I can proudly say,
Montserrat is Paradise
and so it shall stay.
Written by ClassyBird
(ClAsSyBiRdMeLlA)
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Emerald Empress
- Emerald Empress -
If love is a maiden, then I am: she incarnate!
In palaces of emerald beyond enchantment,
Where I am queen and empress, so intimate.
For my people love me beyond all sentiment,
And my heartbeat is that of a whole empire…
Faerie land of one thousand and one delights!
And to know them all would mean to expire,
From the beauty and grandeur of the sights…
Which only I can show to one thusly initiated:
In lovely arts, which only my hand may teach!
I am the greatest sorceress, long anticipated,
Yet whose kingdom only the few might reach.
Beyond azure mountains and lavender sands…
Where trees sing and where wisps may roam,
In faerie rings hidden in deeply forested lands:
Beyond all these things I have made my home.
In emerald attire, to match my emerald throne,
I wait to work my magic, to spread such joy…
As a symphony playing on high celestial tone!
Just as a child is oft one with their favored toy,
I am oft one with my fair enchanted kingdom.
Let me delight you, let me cause you to sing…
For, in my realm, our song is one of freedom!
I grant you, this gift, for such is mine to bring.
If love is a maiden, then I am: she embodied!
In palaces of emerald beyond soaring spires,
Where all spirits are those who magic freed…
To bask in all the glory of my sorcery’s fires!
And my heartbeat is that of the realm eternal,
Faerie land of dreams and of nightmares too.
Paradise, beyond the divine, and the infernal!
Let me show you where fantasy is made true.
For my beauty and my grandeur seduces all,
Yet my heart is for one alone, whom I adore.
I am the emerald empress, with a siren’s call,
And, I have so many enchantments in store!
If love is a maiden, then I am: she incarnate!
In palaces of emerald beyond enchantment,
Where I am queen and empress, so intimate.
For my people love me beyond all sentiment,
And my heartbeat is that of a whole empire…
Faerie land of one thousand and one delights!
And to know them all would mean to expire,
From the beauty and grandeur of the sights…
Which only I can show to one thusly initiated:
In lovely arts, which only my hand may teach!
I am the greatest sorceress, long anticipated,
Yet whose kingdom only the few might reach.
Beyond azure mountains and lavender sands…
Where trees sing and where wisps may roam,
In faerie rings hidden in deeply forested lands:
Beyond all these things I have made my home.
In emerald attire, to match my emerald throne,
I wait to work my magic, to spread such joy…
As a symphony playing on high celestial tone!
Just as a child is oft one with their favored toy,
I am oft one with my fair enchanted kingdom.
Let me delight you, let me cause you to sing…
For, in my realm, our song is one of freedom!
I grant you, this gift, for such is mine to bring.
If love is a maiden, then I am: she embodied!
In palaces of emerald beyond soaring spires,
Where all spirits are those who magic freed…
To bask in all the glory of my sorcery’s fires!
And my heartbeat is that of the realm eternal,
Faerie land of dreams and of nightmares too.
Paradise, beyond the divine, and the infernal!
Let me show you where fantasy is made true.
For my beauty and my grandeur seduces all,
Yet my heart is for one alone, whom I adore.
I am the emerald empress, with a siren’s call,
And, I have so many enchantments in store!
Written by Kou_Indigo
(Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
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Distant Volgorod
Sweetened mountain air of distant Volgorod,
never too far from the warmth of quiet
recollection - oft occasioned as I
sit in gladdened throes of
wistful contemplation,
the stark grandeur
of its spires climbing high the great expanse
of a watchful firmament, great piercing eye,
the sclera but a patchwork, floating islands,
inverted eye, as we gaze following, those eyried
towers - carriers of sight to meet the mystery of
endless skies.
That anywhere soar outstretched, the measure of the
surest sight - yet nowhere beneath, than distant
Volgorod, topples distance most of all from
Earth, where angels themselves could swear,
there ingress to the heavens ascends,
where skies fly on as anywhere,
But no nearer reached than there,
in distant Volgorod.
never too far from the warmth of quiet
recollection - oft occasioned as I
sit in gladdened throes of
wistful contemplation,
the stark grandeur
of its spires climbing high the great expanse
of a watchful firmament, great piercing eye,
the sclera but a patchwork, floating islands,
inverted eye, as we gaze following, those eyried
towers - carriers of sight to meet the mystery of
endless skies.
That anywhere soar outstretched, the measure of the
surest sight - yet nowhere beneath, than distant
Volgorod, topples distance most of all from
Earth, where angels themselves could swear,
there ingress to the heavens ascends,
where skies fly on as anywhere,
But no nearer reached than there,
in distant Volgorod.
Written by EvanescentSirius21
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O Great City No More, Be Gone!
Palace spire and residence stone, I once so loftly dashed,
Dreaming views and bustle, in fluffled collar, straight fine cord;
Traipsed canal bend, stairs embassorial, brass railing curl,
Whistle with tea, some smiling commerce, few winks and chuckle,
Then pleasantly park slopes to the neighbourhood home.
But oh how terrible twisted the Mind of City Man has become,
Shadowy arbitrary, rule counted and perniciously surveilled!
Out! I am no more there! There ist no fitting place to bother with,
No point of continued worth, useless experience and wealth!
Now I find small heaven in time, among branches and far sky,
Among paths and rivulets wild, bramble, chipmunk and jay;
Now the Vision is Peace, and Stillness, sitting with Thought,
For with calmed eyes more Beauteous Paramount is wrought.
Dreaming views and bustle, in fluffled collar, straight fine cord;
Traipsed canal bend, stairs embassorial, brass railing curl,
Whistle with tea, some smiling commerce, few winks and chuckle,
Then pleasantly park slopes to the neighbourhood home.
But oh how terrible twisted the Mind of City Man has become,
Shadowy arbitrary, rule counted and perniciously surveilled!
Out! I am no more there! There ist no fitting place to bother with,
No point of continued worth, useless experience and wealth!
Now I find small heaven in time, among branches and far sky,
Among paths and rivulets wild, bramble, chipmunk and jay;
Now the Vision is Peace, and Stillness, sitting with Thought,
For with calmed eyes more Beauteous Paramount is wrought.
Written by jIMNUT_rOARIN
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A Place Like Home
With a piece of paradise between
My fingertips I am finally home.
The place that kept me warm when
There was no warmth in the bright
City lights. The place where a Queen
And peasant are welcome to roam.
A place where the women and men
Are created equal. But as the night
Fades away and turns into the early
Morning daylight I face the harsh
Reality that I cannot always get
What I want. Paradise sounds easy
On the tip of the tongue as the pearly
Gates open up and I stand in the marsh
All alone as home is never easy to forget.
My fingertips I am finally home.
The place that kept me warm when
There was no warmth in the bright
City lights. The place where a Queen
And peasant are welcome to roam.
A place where the women and men
Are created equal. But as the night
Fades away and turns into the early
Morning daylight I face the harsh
Reality that I cannot always get
What I want. Paradise sounds easy
On the tip of the tongue as the pearly
Gates open up and I stand in the marsh
All alone as home is never easy to forget.
Written by eswaller
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Birnin Zana
The first time I laid my eyes on The Golden City
I was amazed at all it’s beauty and splendor
Skyscrapers nestled between rivers and mountains
A scenery that only the imagination could render
In this true symbiosis of technology and nature
People go about their way wearing colorful clothes
There’s a sense of peace and harmony amongst them
When their king walked around without being grandiose
This society is a wonder of scientific advancement
Respectful of the environment and its protection
It’s a utopia that this country has kept a secret
A paradise on earth that is close to perfection
I long to visit the city and the towns in the countryside
Converse with it’s citizens and all that they’ve achieved
Marvel in the science and fellowship of this nation
Witnessing the creation of all that they’ve conceived
But through all these descriptions there is just one flaw
Is that I’ll never be able to travel for this endeavor
And it’s because this is part of a cinematic universe
Even with the passing of their king – Wakanda Forever
Written by wallyroo92
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Seoul
Oh, my Seoul,
From a distance,
Monochrome;
A single way, and
A thousand miles, and
At times this bridge
Seems a thousand miles
To me,
Though right next door,
This painfully familiar
DMZ.
Give me Yeosu,
Where the waves are gentle on the shore;
Or some Hanok Village,
Where I might momentarily forget
My every
Heavy, stark regret;
But no,
I can’t resist the song
Welling up within my Seoul;
And while I Can’t
(Necessarily) Stop Me,
Oh, sweet Seoul,
There’s nowhere I’d rather be.
From a distance,
Monochrome;
A single way, and
A thousand miles, and
At times this bridge
Seems a thousand miles
To me,
Though right next door,
This painfully familiar
DMZ.
Give me Yeosu,
Where the waves are gentle on the shore;
Or some Hanok Village,
Where I might momentarily forget
My every
Heavy, stark regret;
But no,
I can’t resist the song
Welling up within my Seoul;
And while I Can’t
(Necessarily) Stop Me,
Oh, sweet Seoul,
There’s nowhere I’d rather be.
Written by tell_me_wy
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