Poetry competition CLOSED 17th July 2023 5:02pm
WINNER
javalini
javalini
RUNNER-UP:
dejure
Pick n’ Mix poetry
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write a pick n’ mix poem based on the guidelines below
Pick n’ mix poetry!
The concept is simple. Pick one colour, one abstract noun, and one animal and weave this into a poem. The poem can be on any topic, as long as all 3 words are included in your piece somewhere.
Get creative, and see where it takes you.
Colour
Gold
Blue
Red
Green
Black
Turquoise
Amber
Abstract nouns
Ego
Mercy
Peculiarity
Determination
Movement
Childhood
Luxury
Animals
Snake
Cat
Mongrel
Stag
Mouse
Panther
Spider
————
Guidelines
• New writes only
• up to 3 entries per human being
• Comp judged by host
• One word only should be selected from each of the 3 sections above. All 3 words should feature at least once in your poem.
• Poems over 50 words on this one.
• Spoken word / image poems not allowed.
• any queries, hit me up.
The concept is simple. Pick one colour, one abstract noun, and one animal and weave this into a poem. The poem can be on any topic, as long as all 3 words are included in your piece somewhere.
Get creative, and see where it takes you.
Colour
Gold
Blue
Red
Green
Black
Turquoise
Amber
Abstract nouns
Ego
Mercy
Peculiarity
Determination
Movement
Childhood
Luxury
Animals
Snake
Cat
Mongrel
Stag
Mouse
Panther
Spider
————
Guidelines
• New writes only
• up to 3 entries per human being
• Comp judged by host
• One word only should be selected from each of the 3 sections above. All 3 words should feature at least once in your poem.
• Poems over 50 words on this one.
• Spoken word / image poems not allowed.
• any queries, hit me up.
My Sleeky Black Sun.
I've never had problems with my ego
id or superego and stuff like that,
mainly coz I'd not heard of 'em, ergo
no probs but, I have had trouble with cats.
To wit my black cat, a scamp, Morpheus
who ran up a tree and from tree jumped, to roof,
and sat there grinning faintly like Cepheus
that high and mighty cat then, so aloof...
That's my entry, " Pick n' Mix poetry "
a competition pitched by Northern_Soul,
but something else I'd not heard of, gets me
that's their " abstract nouns " what the...is their role?
Well, Morph took a longer leap, heaven bound,
But I still hear him, in that tree, rustling round.
The three words, ego, black, cat.
id or superego and stuff like that,
mainly coz I'd not heard of 'em, ergo
no probs but, I have had trouble with cats.
To wit my black cat, a scamp, Morpheus
who ran up a tree and from tree jumped, to roof,
and sat there grinning faintly like Cepheus
that high and mighty cat then, so aloof...
That's my entry, " Pick n' Mix poetry "
a competition pitched by Northern_Soul,
but something else I'd not heard of, gets me
that's their " abstract nouns " what the...is their role?
Well, Morph took a longer leap, heaven bound,
But I still hear him, in that tree, rustling round.
The three words, ego, black, cat.
Written by Rew
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Black Cat's Determination
gold paper
involving
the bonbons...
people
do not Cry
for being
weak
but for mercy
for having been
in childhood
for too long
...
(such a green peculiarity)
the panther devours
its prey with luxury
in her turquoise eyes
the hyenas await
the vultures await
the flies await
Viruses await...
(the spiders await)
too much time has passed
the golden paper
is slowly losing
its golden hue.
PAR
involving
the bonbons...
people
do not Cry
for being
weak
but for mercy
for having been
in childhood
for too long
...
(such a green peculiarity)
the panther devours
its prey with luxury
in her turquoise eyes
the hyenas await
the vultures await
the flies await
Viruses await...
(the spiders await)
too much time has passed
the golden paper
is slowly losing
its golden hue.
PAR
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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Green greed
She had the swiftness of a cat
And the claws to go with
She had an eye for exquisite jewelry
Luxury was her middle name
As she entered the high-end store
She glanced at the emerald-green necklace
On display.....
And knew that one day it would be hers
One way or another.
And the claws to go with
She had an eye for exquisite jewelry
Luxury was her middle name
As she entered the high-end store
She glanced at the emerald-green necklace
On display.....
And knew that one day it would be hers
One way or another.
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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Anonymous
Thanks for your entries Rew, PAR, Robert. 👍🏻
HOPE
the good soul
dreams
a bright blue
heaven
locked behind
glistening gates,
the faces
of those it
loved
transformed,
glorious,
holy,
yet just as it
remembers
trapped in
mongrel's flesh --
a random
coincidence
of genes --
it does its penance
and pleads the gods
for mercy,
but seldom
sees it
still,
it carries on,
keeps
the faith,
and hopes
what else
can it do?
dreams
a bright blue
heaven
locked behind
glistening gates,
the faces
of those it
loved
transformed,
glorious,
holy,
yet just as it
remembers
trapped in
mongrel's flesh --
a random
coincidence
of genes --
it does its penance
and pleads the gods
for mercy,
but seldom
sees it
still,
it carries on,
keeps
the faith,
and hopes
what else
can it do?
Written by javalini
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Baby, we are panthers
to fill the
burning
eyes with
a turquoise
breeze
and wake up
to the smell of
the warmth
of your neck
is a luxury
I want to
indulge
let's lay like this
till the dusk
let's prey
on our
lusts
like two
starving
panthers
Written by dejure
(vick)
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Anonymous
Javalini and Dejure - wonderful entries. Thank you.
Ald - doing your usual spamming of threads, I see. Not an entry.
Ald - doing your usual spamming of threads, I see. Not an entry.
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Gold Ego Snake
Gold ego snake ahead.
Roads, steeples, makeshift sense.
Crows, reaper, graves, cement.
Only know Satan's ends.
Grown deeper, dazing dwells.
Poles weaken, laying bends.
Folds, feeble basis tells.
Whole heap to gaze at fell.
Sold prequel, bayonets.
Globe dealers, razor's edge.
Drones, weasels, chasing hell.
Cold, three-war craziness.
Role treason, tanks pretend.
No jeepers, trade compels.
Bold, evil claim attends.
Foes feature nations next.
Quo, quid pro, quakes for gems.
Honed peoples, places, bets.
Goals become ancient spell.
Those demons, hatred blend.
Soul seizure, fate of death.
Ode betroths basic bread.
Bone meal for jaded men.
Polio, major sell.
No need to name again.
Rome's legal lady, wretch.
Romeo, fading, rent.
Lowliness, shaking mends.
Lo, behold, faith has strength.
Holy hope, Savior sent.
Show me your graciousness.
Throne, bestowed, great, elect!
Roads, steeples, makeshift sense.
Crows, reaper, graves, cement.
Only know Satan's ends.
Grown deeper, dazing dwells.
Poles weaken, laying bends.
Folds, feeble basis tells.
Whole heap to gaze at fell.
Sold prequel, bayonets.
Globe dealers, razor's edge.
Drones, weasels, chasing hell.
Cold, three-war craziness.
Role treason, tanks pretend.
No jeepers, trade compels.
Bold, evil claim attends.
Foes feature nations next.
Quo, quid pro, quakes for gems.
Honed peoples, places, bets.
Goals become ancient spell.
Those demons, hatred blend.
Soul seizure, fate of death.
Ode betroths basic bread.
Bone meal for jaded men.
Polio, major sell.
No need to name again.
Rome's legal lady, wretch.
Romeo, fading, rent.
Lowliness, shaking mends.
Lo, behold, faith has strength.
Holy hope, Savior sent.
Show me your graciousness.
Throne, bestowed, great, elect!
Written by Connotation
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Tropical Island
I dream of lazy summer days
Three hundred and sixty degrees away
From anywhere beyond what's here,
Below the awning of a tree.
With it's canopies that give relief
And shade against the sun and heat.
A true luxury of nature,
As it's aspects coexist in some harmony and tandem.
All the branches are the perfect place for
Spiders, snakes and panthers.
Front center staring off into the vast and wild ocean,
On a small and tropic island.
Watching as the ocean turns
Into a sunset glowing amber.
Three hundred and sixty degrees away
From anywhere beyond what's here,
Below the awning of a tree.
With it's canopies that give relief
And shade against the sun and heat.
A true luxury of nature,
As it's aspects coexist in some harmony and tandem.
All the branches are the perfect place for
Spiders, snakes and panthers.
Front center staring off into the vast and wild ocean,
On a small and tropic island.
Watching as the ocean turns
Into a sunset glowing amber.
Written by fiveamtuesday
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If Black is not a Colour
If Black is not a Colour
If black is not a colour why (in the way you wear it)
Does it fill me with so much light that I feel compelled to share it
With dull undeserving strangers, now seeming so fascinating,
So angelic, these placid folks now, such colour they’re creating!
If black is not a colour, how then to explain
The sense of this garden blooming, becoming in my brain?
Bordered by the diamond terminus of your black silk-stockinged legs,
All the stunning fruits and flowers, warmed by your black-clad cunt for which I beg.
If black is not a colour, why so much mad colour I see
In the delicate unzipping of your dress, fingers like a spider over my knee.
Of and in itself, and with your whole self, and the entirety of life itself?
And your black-mascaraed lashes languidly blink twice, and you open yourself.
And colours course through our movement, our bodies electric,
And colours arc between my cock and your lips (which soon I will lick).
If black is not a colour, then you have pulled some wicked trick
To give black such power to give such power to our beautiful bodies electric.
If black is not a colour why (in the way you wear it)
Does it fill me with so much light that I feel compelled to share it
With dull undeserving strangers, now seeming so fascinating,
So angelic, these placid folks now, such colour they’re creating!
If black is not a colour, how then to explain
The sense of this garden blooming, becoming in my brain?
Bordered by the diamond terminus of your black silk-stockinged legs,
All the stunning fruits and flowers, warmed by your black-clad cunt for which I beg.
If black is not a colour, why so much mad colour I see
In the delicate unzipping of your dress, fingers like a spider over my knee.
Of and in itself, and with your whole self, and the entirety of life itself?
And your black-mascaraed lashes languidly blink twice, and you open yourself.
And colours course through our movement, our bodies electric,
And colours arc between my cock and your lips (which soon I will lick).
If black is not a colour, then you have pulled some wicked trick
To give black such power to give such power to our beautiful bodies electric.
Written by SayQuois
(JeremyK)
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Just once
Just once you might see
Though it is a rarity
You'll remember for infinity
Definitely I guarantee
With great intensity
Bigger than humanity
It'll drive you to insanity
Because the prosperity
Of this peculiarity
Makes you red
When you can't breath
Immensely, yet friendly
Like a panther riding a jetski
A plant singing a medley
A toddler driving a Bentley
The everlasting memory
Wait...
What was I talking about?
Though it is a rarity
You'll remember for infinity
Definitely I guarantee
With great intensity
Bigger than humanity
It'll drive you to insanity
Because the prosperity
Of this peculiarity
Makes you red
When you can't breath
Immensely, yet friendly
Like a panther riding a jetski
A plant singing a medley
A toddler driving a Bentley
The everlasting memory
Wait...
What was I talking about?
Written by Dragonnora
(Nora)
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Blue Devil
in divine garden
exquisite prey wandering
unaware of risk
stalking observing
legless but ready to pounce
entwined in branches
accountable to no one
radical self reliance
perfect camouflage
charismatic charm
appealing to innocence
seemingly harmless
innocuously
pointing out the forbidden
sweet succulent fruit
like the snake that he is
his turquoise ego slithers
hissing temptation
exquisite prey wandering
unaware of risk
stalking observing
legless but ready to pounce
entwined in branches
accountable to no one
radical self reliance
perfect camouflage
charismatic charm
appealing to innocence
seemingly harmless
innocuously
pointing out the forbidden
sweet succulent fruit
like the snake that he is
his turquoise ego slithers
hissing temptation
Written by Kinkpoet
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