Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd April 2023 5:25pm
WINNER
DaisyGrace
DaisyGrace
Poem of the Month - April 2023
Poetry Contest Description
Three weeks to nominate your favorite poems!
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:
2023:
January - Styxian
February - Daniel Christensen
March - Betty
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
November - Honoria
December - KristinaX
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:
2023:
January - Styxian
February - Daniel Christensen
March - Betty
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
November - Honoria
December - KristinaX
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
DEATH AND PEACE AND HELL
death
comes
around
and lingers
just outside
the bedroom,
smiling
through
a crack
in the door,
wanting in
nobody
really
wants
that bitch --
even those
who invite her
with guns
in their mouths
don't want her,
they just want
some peace
peace
doesn't just
come
around
like death
but needs
to be coaxed
and she'll
fool you
and make you
think
she comes
in a bottle
but there's
no real peace
in there,
just hell
hell,
like death,
comes easy,
comes in
pill form
if that's
what you
want
or liquid
or in the
shape
of a lover
or the promise
of money,
she don't
care
as long
as she
gets a foot
in the door
comes
around
and lingers
just outside
the bedroom,
smiling
through
a crack
in the door,
wanting in
nobody
really
wants
that bitch --
even those
who invite her
with guns
in their mouths
don't want her,
they just want
some peace
peace
doesn't just
come
around
like death
but needs
to be coaxed
and she'll
fool you
and make you
think
she comes
in a bottle
but there's
no real peace
in there,
just hell
hell,
like death,
comes easy,
comes in
pill form
if that's
what you
want
or liquid
or in the
shape
of a lover
or the promise
of money,
she don't
care
as long
as she
gets a foot
in the door
Written by javalini
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Sophia
Sophia
On the Saturday,
meat still on the bones of it we met,
there, inverted in the Underground
as if I'd lured that doe-eyed Goddess to a tri-headed hound,
to a crowd
of unknown faces,
unset names in sweet-shadow.
The smell of sweat and misaimed piss
was dripping down the walls.
It was my kind of Heaven,
another kind of Heaven
but not the place where we traded paper,
form and pearlescent pen.
I didn't contemplate
the tinge of lipstick left upon a shot glass
that I downed
as if she was bearing witness
to a version of me she'd held - -
being shattered,
being consumed,
becoming wasted.
I watched concern
paint that vessel golden,
make my darkness a great envelope
in which she couldn't unstick.
Reality is a harsh weight
sat upon the wax blot
of our other coughed imaginings.
It's different feeling seen.
We rested alongside each other,
a blushen, soft Persephone
glowing against the roadkill
that may once have made a Demeter
but Hades would now be the name.
Caught myself tempting,
without pomegranate
I offered passionfruit
but abstinence was on her tongue,
an atrophy of my well exercised alter-ego,
the wanting to occasionally be
a more confident self.
So when she'd gone,
as all bright lights tend to do,
and the room,
and the people,
and the sweat,
and the piss,
and the street
and the names,
and the gumption,
and the risk
all subsided
into another good night...
I laid my harvested wisdom down,
beside my damage
and my likeable qualities,
a rich, gooey cocoon
of all life's in-betweens,
the undefinable chaos
of being human.
On the Saturday,
meat still on the bones of it we met,
there, inverted in the Underground
as if I'd lured that doe-eyed Goddess to a tri-headed hound,
to a crowd
of unknown faces,
unset names in sweet-shadow.
The smell of sweat and misaimed piss
was dripping down the walls.
It was my kind of Heaven,
another kind of Heaven
but not the place where we traded paper,
form and pearlescent pen.
I didn't contemplate
the tinge of lipstick left upon a shot glass
that I downed
as if she was bearing witness
to a version of me she'd held - -
being shattered,
being consumed,
becoming wasted.
I watched concern
paint that vessel golden,
make my darkness a great envelope
in which she couldn't unstick.
Reality is a harsh weight
sat upon the wax blot
of our other coughed imaginings.
It's different feeling seen.
We rested alongside each other,
a blushen, soft Persephone
glowing against the roadkill
that may once have made a Demeter
but Hades would now be the name.
Caught myself tempting,
without pomegranate
I offered passionfruit
but abstinence was on her tongue,
an atrophy of my well exercised alter-ego,
the wanting to occasionally be
a more confident self.
So when she'd gone,
as all bright lights tend to do,
and the room,
and the people,
and the sweat,
and the piss,
and the street
and the names,
and the gumption,
and the risk
all subsided
into another good night...
I laid my harvested wisdom down,
beside my damage
and my likeable qualities,
a rich, gooey cocoon
of all life's in-betweens,
the undefinable chaos
of being human.
Written by ImperfectedStone
(The Gardener)
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my guns, by God
life expectancy dropping
in the g-o-o-d o-l-d US of
A like winter temperatures
drug overdoses rising
like a dick on viagra
the choir of hate grows
like death metal poison
ivy in our elected leaders
evangelical churches
preach love while
shoving the barrel of
a gun down the throat
of anyone who is
gay, lesbian, bi, trans,
queer
the bodies of freedom,
choice, democracy
hang from trees along
the road less taken
homeless pile up on
the streets like heeps
of garbage without a
lid
but you know, it's all
their fault. If they
would have had a
better work ethic,
then they could have
turned life around...
if
only
they
would
have
tried
just
a
little
bit
harder
medical care only
fit to euthanize a
dog
perfect lives of
suicide on Facebook
(porn is more fun to
watch)
dead babies lying in
a school hallway
wring hands,
wring hands,
Oh what can the
answer be!
WAIT! I know...
more guns,
by God...
in the g-o-o-d o-l-d US of
A like winter temperatures
drug overdoses rising
like a dick on viagra
the choir of hate grows
like death metal poison
ivy in our elected leaders
evangelical churches
preach love while
shoving the barrel of
a gun down the throat
of anyone who is
gay, lesbian, bi, trans,
queer
the bodies of freedom,
choice, democracy
hang from trees along
the road less taken
homeless pile up on
the streets like heeps
of garbage without a
lid
but you know, it's all
their fault. If they
would have had a
better work ethic,
then they could have
turned life around...
if
only
they
would
have
tried
just
a
little
bit
harder
medical care only
fit to euthanize a
dog
perfect lives of
suicide on Facebook
(porn is more fun to
watch)
dead babies lying in
a school hallway
wring hands,
wring hands,
Oh what can the
answer be!
WAIT! I know...
more guns,
by God...
Written by buddhakitty
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Indisposed
I awaken to a flashbang feeling,
loss of perception, with disorientation.
Unshaken, but fear clangs now; dealing
with tossed in deception and intoxication.
Perched with my knees knocked,
gritting my teeth, sternly bound.
Besmirched; gutsy once but now rocked.
Splitting beneath, externally no sound.
Swelling dilated eyes strive to adjust,
but the resolution remains obscure.
How telling, I am ill-fated, no thrive; it is unjust.
My evolution constrained, quietly I endure.
Still, my wrists are raw from wresting,
Apparently, I struggled at some point.
Shrill ringing persists, claw-like marks investing.
Coherently, I snuggle with my endpoint.
loss of perception, with disorientation.
Unshaken, but fear clangs now; dealing
with tossed in deception and intoxication.
Perched with my knees knocked,
gritting my teeth, sternly bound.
Besmirched; gutsy once but now rocked.
Splitting beneath, externally no sound.
Swelling dilated eyes strive to adjust,
but the resolution remains obscure.
How telling, I am ill-fated, no thrive; it is unjust.
My evolution constrained, quietly I endure.
Still, my wrists are raw from wresting,
Apparently, I struggled at some point.
Shrill ringing persists, claw-like marks investing.
Coherently, I snuggle with my endpoint.
Written by Ljdynamic
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Torn Body
everything gets
amazingly white
and smooth
and quiet
when you parade
your melancholy
through the city streets
and the traffic lights
undecided
close their eyes
to the luminous
to let you pass
and you leave indiscernible
footprints
make yourself
liquid presence
in the pseudopodia
of the crowd
and the crowd
plasticly
absorbes your
loneliness
giving you tones
so invisible
to the naked eye...
anguish wallpaper
heartbreak summer network
yearning cup thirst
body wear
depression mind
abandonment
when maybe
in your war campaigns
you trip
in my torn body
and see my heart
abandoned next to it
I ask you to follow
the instructions carefully
and tear along the perforated part.
PAR
amazingly white
and smooth
and quiet
when you parade
your melancholy
through the city streets
and the traffic lights
undecided
close their eyes
to the luminous
to let you pass
and you leave indiscernible
footprints
make yourself
liquid presence
in the pseudopodia
of the crowd
and the crowd
plasticly
absorbes your
loneliness
giving you tones
so invisible
to the naked eye...
anguish wallpaper
heartbreak summer network
yearning cup thirst
body wear
depression mind
abandonment
when maybe
in your war campaigns
you trip
in my torn body
and see my heart
abandoned next to it
I ask you to follow
the instructions carefully
and tear along the perforated part.
PAR
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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Ample Rambles
Encyclopedia of useless knowledge
Vibrant in homage
Topped with a garnish
Reigns from the aforementioned
All these lies that I promise
Decorated in trauma
Sounds like peace, smells like carnage
A genius of aphorism
A pilgrim of village
A victim of pillage
Two with a glass of water
Drowned in sorrow
Excuse my spillage
I apologize your honor
But your judgements are hollow
Reaped, sown, and tillage
Hostage of children
Garbage and lineage
Sausage and pigskin
Lost on a mission
Vibrant in homage
Topped with a garnish
Reigns from the aforementioned
All these lies that I promise
Decorated in trauma
Sounds like peace, smells like carnage
A genius of aphorism
A pilgrim of village
A victim of pillage
Two with a glass of water
Drowned in sorrow
Excuse my spillage
I apologize your honor
But your judgements are hollow
Reaped, sown, and tillage
Hostage of children
Garbage and lineage
Sausage and pigskin
Lost on a mission
Written by DCLXVI_1989
(Garrett Asa Hughes)
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Nature's Potion
Blessed Thistle
Purify my land and home
As we both grow in our places
Knowing one another
Claiming each as something that makes us ours
Dragonthorn
Purified by ash and bone
As we both know our faces
Another one knowing
Giving to our scars
Water Hyacinth
Reaches through the water for the sky
As we both look up above
One knowing another
Stretching from afar
Eagle feather
Seeking untarnished reasons why
As we both can't get enough
Two unknowns
Destined for the stars
Purify my land and home
As we both grow in our places
Knowing one another
Claiming each as something that makes us ours
Dragonthorn
Purified by ash and bone
As we both know our faces
Another one knowing
Giving to our scars
Water Hyacinth
Reaches through the water for the sky
As we both look up above
One knowing another
Stretching from afar
Eagle feather
Seeking untarnished reasons why
As we both can't get enough
Two unknowns
Destined for the stars
Written by DCLXVI_1989
(Garrett Asa Hughes)
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Anonymous
Low
Bury me
down
where the greenest hills
are old
as old as anyone knows
and
waste some time
sitting right behind my back
right behind my back
and
I never saw it
until it bit me
in the face
tethered me
in place
sent magnetic
microwave
radioactive chemical agents
stabilizing me
and the lightning shot
and our heart beats
stopped
and
now I'm holding
a wet wick
in my
calloused fingertips
frozen
in place
just in case
you come back
Just in case
just break the glass
just bash my face in.
down
where the greenest hills
are old
as old as anyone knows
and
waste some time
sitting right behind my back
right behind my back
and
I never saw it
until it bit me
in the face
tethered me
in place
sent magnetic
microwave
radioactive chemical agents
stabilizing me
and the lightning shot
and our heart beats
stopped
and
now I'm holding
a wet wick
in my
calloused fingertips
frozen
in place
just in case
you come back
Just in case
just break the glass
just bash my face in.
Written by Dreamboy
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Anonymous
After the rain
i
It was a rude awakening:
flung into a maelstrom that wasn't mine,
for weeks, I kept watch over you;
stood guard like a human umbrella,
hoping the elements would batter
this old wood instead.
But lightning struck your core
and the damage was done.
ii
Clouds blackened, as gusts were gathering.
I did not want to read the signs.
Very soon, it was pouring again.
Rain hammered us both:
me and you, shelter-less.
This storm was hard to bear—
cascading sheets of rain falling
as the wind howled.
iii
The third time was deceptive.
It rained down hard,
though at times so briefly
that I almost missed it.
As it settled into a steady downpour,
you asked me in despair
if it would ever stop.
iv
You ventured squinting
into the sunlight.
Look behind you...
don't you see how far you've come?
It was a rude awakening:
flung into a maelstrom that wasn't mine,
for weeks, I kept watch over you;
stood guard like a human umbrella,
hoping the elements would batter
this old wood instead.
But lightning struck your core
and the damage was done.
ii
Clouds blackened, as gusts were gathering.
I did not want to read the signs.
Very soon, it was pouring again.
Rain hammered us both:
me and you, shelter-less.
This storm was hard to bear—
cascading sheets of rain falling
as the wind howled.
iii
The third time was deceptive.
It rained down hard,
though at times so briefly
that I almost missed it.
As it settled into a steady downpour,
you asked me in despair
if it would ever stop.
iv
You ventured squinting
into the sunlight.
Look behind you...
don't you see how far you've come?
Written by Wafflenose
(Ellie)
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Things Forgotten
i tried hard
to avoid
a trap
but ended up
creating one
for myself anyway
the more
logical and rational
i tried to be
the more i felt
trapped
drained
stressed out
i forgot
there is no
perfect plan
no perfect path exists
no matter what
there is always
uncertainty
i forgot
i’ve
been through
hardships
always
made it
to the other side
stronger
i forgot
that I was
able to learn
i forgot
that i am
resilient
i let
fear
convince me
that being uncomfortable
losing a few bucks
making a few mistakes
would mean
the end
of me
i let
fear
convince me
discomfort
risk
or looking stupid
might
threaten
my survival
it sounds crazy
saying it
out loud
allowing myself
to be hijacked
by fear was far
more dangerous
than any path
i may have chosen
i forgot
there is no
perfect plan
no perfect path exists
no matter what
there is always
uncertainty
no matter what
i will have to
put in the work
no matter what
there will be risks
no matter what
mistakes will be made
no matter what
i will be uncomfortable
no matter what
i will look stupid
(from time to time)
this doesn’t mean
i’m flawed
just afraid
(C)2023 Raibeart Bruis
to avoid
a trap
but ended up
creating one
for myself anyway
the more
logical and rational
i tried to be
the more i felt
trapped
drained
stressed out
i forgot
there is no
perfect plan
no perfect path exists
no matter what
there is always
uncertainty
i forgot
i’ve
been through
hardships
always
made it
to the other side
stronger
i forgot
that I was
able to learn
i forgot
that i am
resilient
i let
fear
convince me
that being uncomfortable
losing a few bucks
making a few mistakes
would mean
the end
of me
i let
fear
convince me
discomfort
risk
or looking stupid
might
threaten
my survival
it sounds crazy
saying it
out loud
allowing myself
to be hijacked
by fear was far
more dangerous
than any path
i may have chosen
i forgot
there is no
perfect plan
no perfect path exists
no matter what
there is always
uncertainty
no matter what
i will have to
put in the work
no matter what
there will be risks
no matter what
mistakes will be made
no matter what
i will be uncomfortable
no matter what
i will look stupid
(from time to time)
this doesn’t mean
i’m flawed
just afraid
(C)2023 Raibeart Bruis
Written by Kinkpoet
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