Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd August 2023 2:51pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
AspergerPoet56
and adagio
Your take on the theme of melancholy
Box Of A Cello
To the silence of it all, echoing memories
through the willows and trees
along the thistles of the Susquehanna
of death's moonlight in your eyes
whispering oboes
as you grew pale and I died with you
with chained melodies of love
tucked away in my portmanteau
of my gothic lunch and your tarnished flesh
with lusting palpitations in the twilight
star bright, eternal life
with a mahogany string-box of a cello
and amorous proclivities of my shining
rolling tides along the byways
whittling the night away
to the silence of it all, echoing memories
through the willows and trees
along the thistles of the Susquehanna
with the essence of death
a cold September
through the willows and trees
along the thistles of the Susquehanna
of death's moonlight in your eyes
whispering oboes
as you grew pale and I died with you
with chained melodies of love
tucked away in my portmanteau
of my gothic lunch and your tarnished flesh
with lusting palpitations in the twilight
star bright, eternal life
with a mahogany string-box of a cello
and amorous proclivities of my shining
rolling tides along the byways
whittling the night away
to the silence of it all, echoing memories
through the willows and trees
along the thistles of the Susquehanna
with the essence of death
a cold September
Written by adagio
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Sonnet to Self No. 1
1 To make a necklace, use my whitest teeth,
2 To hold your kukri, take my lower jaw,
3 My bitter veins can form the finest wreath,
4 To carve an ulna flute just bring your saw.
5 And catch your dreams with locks of braided hair,
6 And burn them quickly under moonlit night,
7 But please just leave my larynx resting there,
8 Its final words may want to make this right.
9 l watch corrosive tears dilute my cheeks,
10 The crimson paint of life is streaming down,
11I’m just a shapeless shadow counting weeks,
12 The water floats the lungs that need to drown.
13 But once I claim the pieces lost and sold,
14 I swear to weld them back with finest gold.
Written by petitelolita
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Endure
A silent melody is my constant allure
The anchor that keeps me grounded in reality
For better or worse, I continue to endure
And dream of the day my soul is set free.
My shackles will at last unlock
All my burdens will evaporate
I venture to the harbor where my ship is docked
The salty air lifts off this heavy weight.
Do you know what it means to be alone?
Whether by choice or not; too late to turn back the clock
It’s a weary emptiness that seeps into your bones
For better or worse; I shall always endure.
The anchor that keeps me grounded in reality
For better or worse, I continue to endure
And dream of the day my soul is set free.
My shackles will at last unlock
All my burdens will evaporate
I venture to the harbor where my ship is docked
The salty air lifts off this heavy weight.
Do you know what it means to be alone?
Whether by choice or not; too late to turn back the clock
It’s a weary emptiness that seeps into your bones
For better or worse; I shall always endure.
Written by LunasChild8
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Related submission no longer exists.
Waltz in Amber & Blue
Amber light dances across rusty rooftops.
Flirting with the darkness; the whole morning stops.
Taking a moment’s comfort in the silence,
Glowing beams swell to swallow the blackness.
Seeds of daylight thoughts dawn and deepen
Performing waltz around my mind.
Keeping rhythm in threes; progress steepens.
Carefully averting reason, or roots,
or tales intertwined.
Twirling by oceans unexplored, there’s pause.
Painted toe dips into pale water blue.
Depth undisclosed, bravery paddles to the middle.
Sun-dried skin will reveal the truth,
a burgeoning nostalgia niggles.
Flirting with the darkness; the whole morning stops.
Taking a moment’s comfort in the silence,
Glowing beams swell to swallow the blackness.
Seeds of daylight thoughts dawn and deepen
Performing waltz around my mind.
Keeping rhythm in threes; progress steepens.
Carefully averting reason, or roots,
or tales intertwined.
Twirling by oceans unexplored, there’s pause.
Painted toe dips into pale water blue.
Depth undisclosed, bravery paddles to the middle.
Sun-dried skin will reveal the truth,
a burgeoning nostalgia niggles.
Written by sheepskinxtearaway
(Sheepskin Tearaway)
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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, ajay, PAR, Northern_Soul, MidnightSonneteer, nutbuster, dimpy, Phantom2426, monovox128, ReggiePoet, Tallen, JiltedJohnny, Blackdove, Kinkpoet, Marks, Anne-Ri999, VeronikaB, MadameLavender, Rahmanpotter, Koulouri, robert43041, Grace, Oohloulala, sheepskinxtearaway, spicychillisauce, dejure, Shawnna_2000, ms_kitty_lagniappe, down2dirt, Razzerleaf, Ahavati
Thank you to the following members for voting:
Bluevelvete, ajay, PAR, Northern_Soul, MidnightSonneteer, nutbuster, dimpy, Phantom2426, monovox128, ReggiePoet, Tallen, JiltedJohnny, Blackdove, Kinkpoet, Marks, Anne-Ri999, VeronikaB, MadameLavender, Rahmanpotter, Koulouri, robert43041, Grace, Oohloulala, sheepskinxtearaway, spicychillisauce, dejure, Shawnna_2000, ms_kitty_lagniappe, down2dirt, Razzerleaf, Ahavati
