Poetry competition CLOSED 3rd February 2023 3:00am
WINNER
Bluevelvete
Bluevelvete
RUNNERS-UP:
Fallen_Angel_194
and Eleanor_Braveheart
Alive in Memory
Poetry Contest Description
Capture in poetry a moment in time or a person you wish to immortalize
Hello everyone. It's been a while since I've last hosted a competition, but I've now returned to DUP full time.
This competition is meant to allow participants to share with the community their homage to either a person who's made an impression on them or a significant memory that they'd like to immortalize forever. To keep them alive in memory.
Only 1 submission per participant, either old or new submissions. There's no word limit. I look forward to reading your entries.
Feel free to ask me any question. Happy 2023.
This competition is meant to allow participants to share with the community their homage to either a person who's made an impression on them or a significant memory that they'd like to immortalize forever. To keep them alive in memory.
Only 1 submission per participant, either old or new submissions. There's no word limit. I look forward to reading your entries.
Feel free to ask me any question. Happy 2023.
Folgers coffee scented sundays
I remember you, as a kid, and how you and I would belt out Rod Stewart songs; but what I remember the most of you,
Is the smell. The smell of Folgers coffee in the mornings, and how it always put a smile on your face.
I remember that you would call me sue, and how warm your hugs were, and how rare they were to come by.
I remember peaceful weeks with you, and how you taught me how to make an entire thanksgiving dinner, even if it was only for the three people eating it.
I remember you called me an old soul the night I made that dinner, after the sun himself had gone to bed and I hummed Johnny cash as I washed the remnants of thanksgiving down the kitchen sink drain.
I remember so much about you; and yet it is never enough,
Until I smell the Folgers coffee, and it pulls me right back to you.
You died before your birthday, and before I could tell you I’m changing my major, before I could tell you that I liked women even more than I like men.
Before I could sit across the living room on the couch with you, and watch another episode of jeopardy.
My birthday is on Thursday, and you will not be here with me to celebrate it.
But I have already bought the coffee, and when I am drinking margaritas like we planned, I will be thinking of you.
And I hope that it is warm, wherever you are;
And that is always smells of Folgers coffee and fried eggs and bacon on sundays.
All my love,
A. Sue
Is the smell. The smell of Folgers coffee in the mornings, and how it always put a smile on your face.
I remember that you would call me sue, and how warm your hugs were, and how rare they were to come by.
I remember peaceful weeks with you, and how you taught me how to make an entire thanksgiving dinner, even if it was only for the three people eating it.
I remember you called me an old soul the night I made that dinner, after the sun himself had gone to bed and I hummed Johnny cash as I washed the remnants of thanksgiving down the kitchen sink drain.
I remember so much about you; and yet it is never enough,
Until I smell the Folgers coffee, and it pulls me right back to you.
You died before your birthday, and before I could tell you I’m changing my major, before I could tell you that I liked women even more than I like men.
Before I could sit across the living room on the couch with you, and watch another episode of jeopardy.
My birthday is on Thursday, and you will not be here with me to celebrate it.
But I have already bought the coffee, and when I am drinking margaritas like we planned, I will be thinking of you.
And I hope that it is warm, wherever you are;
And that is always smells of Folgers coffee and fried eggs and bacon on sundays.
All my love,
A. Sue
Written by Fallen_Angel_194
(Angel.)
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Thanks for kicking things off with your entry, Fallen Angel. My condolences for your loss, but your entry is a peaceful and heartfelt homage to that significant person in your life. It's true that just the scent of something familiar can trigger a cascade of memories and take us back in time. Nicely done.
She and the sea
Adriana sometimes stopped
and looked at the sea
and she would remain silent looking at the sea
she was always just silent
when she stopped and looked
at the sea and sometimes
when she looked at me.
PAR
and looked at the sea
and she would remain silent looking at the sea
she was always just silent
when she stopped and looked
at the sea and sometimes
when she looked at me.
PAR
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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I Remember Fondly
She had become like a motherly figure
A mentor
Always challenging me to think for myself
To think outside the box
I was only ten
She had a rough childhood
So she learned to fend for herself at a young age
...and became successful
She was one of my mom’s employers
But in a short time, they became good friends
At times I know they were more like confidants
Because I could see my mom’s confidence growing in those years
She was strong willed
intelligent
Unfiltered
Spoke what she felt and meant what she said
In a time when men in the office could be…misogynistic
She stood out like the voice of reason
And at times vulgar whenever it was necessary
I was happy she attended my high school graduation
She was part of our family
She had seen us all grow
We had lunch a couple of weeks later
I could tell she was excited I was attending college in the fall
In early November I went to visit her
All the chemo had taken a toll
And though she may had lost her hair and a lot of weight
She still had the same sass
She could still kick ass
Leukemia took her a few days before Thanksgiving
My mom had been there for her every day
In the family albums…birthday parties and gatherings
She always had a smile
But my favorite is in the one with her dog
And to this day, over thirty years later
I remember fondly
Our family friend Sally
Written by wallyroo92
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The Shore
In the sunshine
with you by the sea
where I long
to always be
Fondest memories
of late afternoons
we lay resting
just beyond the dunes
I still hear
the tide coming in
waves crashing
comfort within
Din of children’s laughter
seagulls in flight
sun setting
dimming earth’s light
The shore was our place
always content
grateful for you
and the times we spent
Forever my safe place
I hold it in my heart
an accommodation
where you cannot depart
with you by the sea
where I long
to always be
Fondest memories
of late afternoons
we lay resting
just beyond the dunes
I still hear
the tide coming in
waves crashing
comfort within
Din of children’s laughter
seagulls in flight
sun setting
dimming earth’s light
The shore was our place
always content
grateful for you
and the times we spent
Forever my safe place
I hold it in my heart
an accommodation
where you cannot depart
Written by mel44
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Just Another Day
I heard my mama call my name
on this morning’s warm breeze,
straining ears to listen closely
while I blew smoke at the sun;
though impossible, she’s gone
and I stand on lazy weekend legs
turning into my father’s house;
divvying boxes take up space
where she no longer lives
I heard my mama in the kitchen,
rinsed dishes held to the light ~
a thorough inspection compelled;
frustrated breaths blow
unruly hair from her face
~ but it sticks to her forehead,
curling inward and outward again
in the mid-afternoon Florida heat;
she curses softly before fading
I heard my mama sing to me,
her beautiful, clear voice tainted
by the pain within her mind
where it gripped her by the wrists,
to the sorrow beneath my soul
where it grips me by the heart,
begging me to rest before I wake
to just another day where
though impossible, she’s gone
on this morning’s warm breeze,
straining ears to listen closely
while I blew smoke at the sun;
though impossible, she’s gone
and I stand on lazy weekend legs
turning into my father’s house;
divvying boxes take up space
where she no longer lives
I heard my mama in the kitchen,
rinsed dishes held to the light ~
a thorough inspection compelled;
frustrated breaths blow
unruly hair from her face
~ but it sticks to her forehead,
curling inward and outward again
in the mid-afternoon Florida heat;
she curses softly before fading
I heard my mama sing to me,
her beautiful, clear voice tainted
by the pain within her mind
where it gripped her by the wrists,
to the sorrow beneath my soul
where it grips me by the heart,
begging me to rest before I wake
to just another day where
though impossible, she’s gone
Written by LunaGreyhawk
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