Poetry competition CLOSED 1st April 2023 4:38pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
word_circus
Boring and Trite
Poetry Contest Description
Write a boring, trite, bland, uninspired, cliched, or generally bad bit of prose
Here’s a weird one: who can write the most inane and uninteresting poem? If you good- try not being good. If you boring- keep doing you, babe. I want the most uninspired Poetry you can muster. Sometimes meditating on the bad paradoxically helps the good
Why?
Rhetorical deep
in
thoughts
Why?
In an inane insensical insensitive inning waves pushing me towards an answer i know will NOT come - be answered. . .
WHY?
the cusp of a competition and or underlying, lying, dung that the beetles ignored for more
choice fodder,
Still,
the Q remains
Why?
Rhetorical deep
in
thoughts
Why?
In an inane insensical insensitive inning waves pushing me towards an answer i know will NOT come - be answered. . .
WHY?
the cusp of a competition and or underlying, lying, dung that the beetles ignored for more
choice fodder,
Still,
the Q remains
Why?
Boring
A sunny day at the beach it was supposed to be
But it rained all over her feet
And it was windy.
But it rained all over her feet
And it was windy.
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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Anonymous
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boar ring
yawning is almost growling
like a lion in the savannah
a monkey peels a banana
a ballet turns in an eternal wheel
chimes play the quarter hours
comb the hair that falls out
read machine instructions
save photos in albums
photograph the lion in action
give instructions to the monkey
endless hours and hours
no curls in the hair on the floor
snoring instead of yawning
like an ancient lion ballet
to the sound of chimes
that echo in banana peels
automatic photo machines
quarter-hour carousels
tick tock tick tock tick tock
tick tock tick tock
tick tock
paint the claws in red and blue
paint the skin in yellow and blue
dye your hair purple and blue
sink the claws into the blue skin
stick the voodoo photos
attack the hours of chimes
stacking the bones in the closet...
PAR
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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The Sin I'm In
The words I’m about to spill on this page
Should shine and show some sure sage
Shortly there after you shall be amazed
At the time wasted, hasted and razed
But it’s pointless, worthless, and absurd
To read the feed hanging on to every word
It’s preposterous if you want my two cents
Yet here I am lacking the common sense
Sure it’s cheesy and maybe a little sleazy
But I’m certainly trying and it’s not easy
The lexicon is just a boring phenomenon
As the vernacular goes on and on and on
Hey I like to dabble in this psychobabble
And yet I’m really bad at playing scrabble
I just put together some random phrases
Trying to sound articulate to get praises
I mean if really you have gotten this far
Aren’t you finding this a little too bizarre
You’ve squandered a minute of your day
Thrown away just to watch me word play
But when I saw this thread I felt the call
I decided to say a lot and nothing at all
The sin I’m in is a synonym for a dull chorus
I’m too dumb so I thumb through my thesaurus
Written by wallyroo92
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THE SOULS OF MEAT & THE ETERNAL ANGUISH OF WORMS
the souls
of sows
and beefy cows
fill heaven's
grassy plains
and souls of
chickens
roam
to scratch
the earth
of god's
domain
so souls of
worms
can find no peace,
the souls
of bugs as well --
what's heaven
for those chickens
then,
for worms
and bugs,
is hell
and worms
and bugs,
they know
the wrath
of chicken's
mighty beak
and think
their sins
have
caused
their woe
and after
mercy
seek
so souls of
worms
and bugs,
they tithe
and make
good
haste
to pray
but chickens'
souls are
hungry
and
don't
hear a word
they say
of sows
and beefy cows
fill heaven's
grassy plains
and souls of
chickens
roam
to scratch
the earth
of god's
domain
so souls of
worms
can find no peace,
the souls
of bugs as well --
what's heaven
for those chickens
then,
for worms
and bugs,
is hell
and worms
and bugs,
they know
the wrath
of chicken's
mighty beak
and think
their sins
have
caused
their woe
and after
mercy
seek
so souls of
worms
and bugs,
they tithe
and make
good
haste
to pray
but chickens'
souls are
hungry
and
don't
hear a word
they say
Written by javalini
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