Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd August 2023 2:44pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
Poem of the Month - August 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
April - DaisyGrace
May - Northern_Soul
June - Neves
July - Razzerleaf
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
April - DaisyGrace
May - Northern_Soul
June - Neves
July - Razzerleaf
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
Wishing
Would I were a child again
before the claws of time
tore away my innocence
made happiness a crime
Good friends I loved have left me
to keep appointments in the sky
and when you become
the last to leave
your world begins to die
The trees outside my window
have shed their leaves once more
as another fearful winter
is darkening the door
Pale memories of summer
will not warm the chill
When I was a child
I never felt this ill
My energy is broken
frail heart beyond repair
when once I climbed
in leaps and bounds
to conquer every stair
Now you wheel me to the window
and feed me with a spoon
while I dream of jumping up
and flying to the moon
I hear whispers on the wind
growing louder day by day
How they beckon from the stars:
Are you coming out
to play?
before the claws of time
tore away my innocence
made happiness a crime
Good friends I loved have left me
to keep appointments in the sky
and when you become
the last to leave
your world begins to die
The trees outside my window
have shed their leaves once more
as another fearful winter
is darkening the door
Pale memories of summer
will not warm the chill
When I was a child
I never felt this ill
My energy is broken
frail heart beyond repair
when once I climbed
in leaps and bounds
to conquer every stair
Now you wheel me to the window
and feed me with a spoon
while I dream of jumping up
and flying to the moon
I hear whispers on the wind
growing louder day by day
How they beckon from the stars:
Are you coming out
to play?
Written by Abracadabra
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Would You...Could You....(will you)
would you
serve
the one
who wants
you more
than life
never
waivering
in trust
of the
dedication
I offer
would you
see my
dark soul
as I see
your beautiful
shades of grey
knowing
that this
bond
is undeniable
unshakeable
unbrakable
would you
offer up
everything
to who
is truly
meant for you
be closer
in breath
in skin
than
sanity
will allow
Written by AspergerPoet56
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Of socks and clocks
The day lies
spread-eagled before me
passive and ready
to bend to my will,
And I sit, impotent,
paralyzed...
Like socks in the dryer,
I'm watching
tumbles and jumbles
of wants and shoulds
cycling through my head,
never settling on a course of action
My mind's eye follows one
for a while
and I've almost decided --
when an abrupt shift of colour and texture
whisks it out of sight,
out of mind...
and they just keep taking turns
flopping around, never settling
as I stare,
blink,
try to focus
I should get this done
I finally have time for that
This is on my list
I said I'd do that
I should really finish this
I want to get started on that
I want this
I should that
And the clock is relentless.
Every tick bashing me over the head with facts,
every tock tsk-tsk'ing about opportunities wasted.
At the end of the day there's only time for obligations
and neatly folded socks
tucked away in a drawer
with the rest of the dreams.
spread-eagled before me
passive and ready
to bend to my will,
And I sit, impotent,
paralyzed...
Like socks in the dryer,
I'm watching
tumbles and jumbles
of wants and shoulds
cycling through my head,
never settling on a course of action
My mind's eye follows one
for a while
and I've almost decided --
when an abrupt shift of colour and texture
whisks it out of sight,
out of mind...
and they just keep taking turns
flopping around, never settling
as I stare,
blink,
try to focus
I should get this done
I finally have time for that
This is on my list
I said I'd do that
I should really finish this
I want to get started on that
I want this
I should that
And the clock is relentless.
Every tick bashing me over the head with facts,
every tock tsk-tsk'ing about opportunities wasted.
At the end of the day there's only time for obligations
and neatly folded socks
tucked away in a drawer
with the rest of the dreams.
Written by brokentitanium
(k.)
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Jangly Bones
On the eve of her death lay a ballad composed
With her mouth wide open
and his eyes closed
From deep velvet mellowed out baritones
He conjured up a love-song
from
her jangly bones
Whittling away on splintered body parts
And the charred remains of her skeleton heart
He played her like wind-chimes made of pearl-string stones
In fresh river water
over her jangly bones
I witnessed him
Rip the bones from her flesh
Even before she’d been laid to rest
And then when she’d not long been buried
I saw him
Dig her free from a gnarly grave
And dismantle the rest of her body
bone by bone
piece by piece
Natures redress
Hanging carelessly off tethered
flesh
Then sculpting from her remains
a rattlesnake instrument
crooning
to the angles of the moonlight
Cluttery cymbals chiming out a resounding symphony
Sounding out notes
from piano keys
fashioned
from her hands and ribs
and ears and feet
Hanging limp and cold this vixen queen moulds
a plastic mannequin of left over skin and bones
melted out of salty sticks and the blood of stones
conjuring up a rhapsody of musical tricks
Scuttling up up up
to shake rattle stir
onto the mountain of skittles of spidery legs
Then the squeezing release of orbital jelly
splashing beetle juice
over hollowed out eyes
Leaving the smoky wood flavour of her dried and wrinkled pulp
and scorched carcass withered with the memories of his most concealed secrets
Then finally
he left her
blowing by the remains of her skin
and hair and lashes
I laid to rest her jangly bones
Surrendering her memories
Piece by piece
Bone by bone
Committing her musical composition to my mind and soul
Her altered carcass starting to soften
In the dirt and the sun
Vowing
She would not be forgotten
With her mouth wide open
and his eyes closed
From deep velvet mellowed out baritones
He conjured up a love-song
from
her jangly bones
Whittling away on splintered body parts
And the charred remains of her skeleton heart
He played her like wind-chimes made of pearl-string stones
In fresh river water
over her jangly bones
I witnessed him
Rip the bones from her flesh
Even before she’d been laid to rest
And then when she’d not long been buried
I saw him
Dig her free from a gnarly grave
And dismantle the rest of her body
bone by bone
piece by piece
Natures redress
Hanging carelessly off tethered
flesh
Then sculpting from her remains
a rattlesnake instrument
crooning
to the angles of the moonlight
Cluttery cymbals chiming out a resounding symphony
Sounding out notes
from piano keys
fashioned
from her hands and ribs
and ears and feet
Hanging limp and cold this vixen queen moulds
a plastic mannequin of left over skin and bones
melted out of salty sticks and the blood of stones
conjuring up a rhapsody of musical tricks
Scuttling up up up
to shake rattle stir
onto the mountain of skittles of spidery legs
Then the squeezing release of orbital jelly
splashing beetle juice
over hollowed out eyes
Leaving the smoky wood flavour of her dried and wrinkled pulp
and scorched carcass withered with the memories of his most concealed secrets
Then finally
he left her
blowing by the remains of her skin
and hair and lashes
I laid to rest her jangly bones
Surrendering her memories
Piece by piece
Bone by bone
Committing her musical composition to my mind and soul
Her altered carcass starting to soften
In the dirt and the sun
Vowing
She would not be forgotten
Written by Thesilverymoon
(Lauren Brenner)
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The unbearable lightness of being
looking back
over the shoulder
of time
reflective moments
step into the light
so you dust
them off
and amplify all
the old voices
as they continue
to find ways
into your life
here you sit
submerged
in memories
that have resurfaced
without warning
here you sit
cornered
by the ambiguity
of this self
that hides amid
the ticking hands
of time
here you sit
trapped
in this vicious
circle of repetition
and boredom
Written by badmalthus
(Harry Rout)
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Heisenberg68 said:How do we nominate?I just tried to send a nomination for Jangly Bones. Did it go to the right place?
*Just fyi - jangly bones was already nominated by myself
Also, to nominate a poem, you copy and paste the poem's URL link you want to nominate into this field of a new post...here within the competition. Directions are written above the submission box
*Just fyi - jangly bones was already nominated by myself
Also, to nominate a poem, you copy and paste the poem's URL link you want to nominate into this field of a new post...here within the competition. Directions are written above the submission box
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The Poem of My Life
I do long to live a life
as brilliant as a keen knife
able to somehow cut
through the banality of now
Making more than mere sense
in past or present tense
in a way that tickles the ear
that endears me to myself
For each stanza is a stage
performing for us sage
lulling with rhyming lines
inspiring within its form
So what then may I say
in some new eloquent way
to warm the human heart
melt all of this urbane snow
Allow me to drink the dry ink
tiptoe on the abrupt brink
of a jagged line break
with absolutely nothing left to fake
as brilliant as a keen knife
able to somehow cut
through the banality of now
Making more than mere sense
in past or present tense
in a way that tickles the ear
that endears me to myself
For each stanza is a stage
performing for us sage
lulling with rhyming lines
inspiring within its form
So what then may I say
in some new eloquent way
to warm the human heart
melt all of this urbane snow
Allow me to drink the dry ink
tiptoe on the abrupt brink
of a jagged line break
with absolutely nothing left to fake
Written by LilDragonFly
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fraGRANcy!
My grandson
Has inherited quite a lot
He has the same birthmark
That ive got, in the same spot
Just at the back of the neck
My daughter has it too
A quirky thing to inherit
But nothing particular new
Hope he doesn't
Inherit my sense of humour
Or both his parents youthful over indulgency
Im sure they're just a rumour
I'm still sixteen
Or so i'd like to think
I may grow up one day
Although not likely, sayeth i, with a mischievous wink
In seventeen years, therefore
My grandson would be older than me
Even though by then
I'll physically be, eighty three!
(It may depend on my poses
Whether i come up smelling of roses?)
by Jemia
Has inherited quite a lot
He has the same birthmark
That ive got, in the same spot
Just at the back of the neck
My daughter has it too
A quirky thing to inherit
But nothing particular new
Hope he doesn't
Inherit my sense of humour
Or both his parents youthful over indulgency
Im sure they're just a rumour
I'm still sixteen
Or so i'd like to think
I may grow up one day
Although not likely, sayeth i, with a mischievous wink
In seventeen years, therefore
My grandson would be older than me
Even though by then
I'll physically be, eighty three!
(It may depend on my poses
Whether i come up smelling of roses?)
by Jemia
Written by missjem56
(Jemia de Blondeville)
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