Poetry competition CLOSED 1st April 2023 4:38pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
word_circus
Boring and Trite
Fiber
Carpet mat
Carpet on walls
Carpet under foot
Fibers dance
Soft on foot
Texture on foot
Plush on foot
Fibers move
Bumpy flat
Shaggy soft
Coarse picky
Fibers poke
Carpet wonder
Carpet good
Carpet useful
Fibers bend
Carpet on walls
Carpet under foot
Fibers dance
Soft on foot
Texture on foot
Plush on foot
Fibers move
Bumpy flat
Shaggy soft
Coarse picky
Fibers poke
Carpet wonder
Carpet good
Carpet useful
Fibers bend
Written by word_circus
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Axon
sitting right besides these lifeless clouds
again inside dilemma,
to get washed.
However insanity lacks virtue completely
doing against habits,
from the past.
nothing makes me a purging pure compiler
right besides intimacy,
humble old deeds.
perfect in the sense of gulf of new sorrow
beneath those fights,
when life was.
again inside dilemma,
to get washed.
However insanity lacks virtue completely
doing against habits,
from the past.
nothing makes me a purging pure compiler
right besides intimacy,
humble old deeds.
perfect in the sense of gulf of new sorrow
beneath those fights,
when life was.
Written by mcjay
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Related submission no longer exists.
I DONT WANNA DIE
souls are immortals, to heavens they fly
but.... without playing with bosoms, i dont wanna die
why the fuck am alone when the path is still long
i have reached the puberty still a virgin buffoon
I wanna follow those curves, those lead to heart
i have dreamed them in dreams i have dreamed them in churchs
am ready to nod over my love's incessant thoughts
as she brings the peace which lures me the most
i would rather bend when she rage in fights
that bullying isn't real soon she turns it to paradise
its fun seeking a hide when she's dressed in towel
only to catch a glimpse of her beautiful navel
how to get ready a girl, to fight in love
this site is virtual and i have deeper thirst....
but.... without playing with bosoms, i dont wanna die
why the fuck am alone when the path is still long
i have reached the puberty still a virgin buffoon
I wanna follow those curves, those lead to heart
i have dreamed them in dreams i have dreamed them in churchs
am ready to nod over my love's incessant thoughts
as she brings the peace which lures me the most
i would rather bend when she rage in fights
that bullying isn't real soon she turns it to paradise
its fun seeking a hide when she's dressed in towel
only to catch a glimpse of her beautiful navel
how to get ready a girl, to fight in love
this site is virtual and i have deeper thirst....
Written by magichearts
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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:
Bluevelvete, cold_fusion, lepperochan, nutbuster, ajay, Everavalon, DanielChristensen, monovox128, Phantom2426, James_A_Knight, Kinkpoet, LunaGreyhawk, ReggiePoet, Marks, admin, Betty, Her, EdibleWords, robert43041, Koulouri, russell_snow, Rianne, bruised_fruit, Indie, MadameLavender
Thank you to the following members for voting:
Bluevelvete, cold_fusion, lepperochan, nutbuster, ajay, Everavalon, DanielChristensen, monovox128, Phantom2426, James_A_Knight, Kinkpoet, LunaGreyhawk, ReggiePoet, Marks, admin, Betty, Her, EdibleWords, robert43041, Koulouri, russell_snow, Rianne, bruised_fruit, Indie, MadameLavender
