Poetry competition CLOSED 1st September 2023 3:01pm
WINNER
Bluevelvete
Bluevelvete
The phone rings....
The phone rings
The phone rings,
In my head as I am half awake half asleep
it is not my regular phone
It rings it rings
My mind picks it up .... nothing,
Still, there is this sort of hush sound at the other end
Some sort of weird message from my unconscious?
A message from Outer Space?
I will be very careful as I step out the door.
In my head as I am half awake half asleep
it is not my regular phone
It rings it rings
My mind picks it up .... nothing,
Still, there is this sort of hush sound at the other end
Some sort of weird message from my unconscious?
A message from Outer Space?
I will be very careful as I step out the door.
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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Tears on the Telephone
a fistful of hurt
broken in sparkling pieces
like superficial scented potpourri
dried petals woody shavings
her pain in liquid crystals
lovers split broken reflections
shivers of fear of being alone
though love died eons ago
the vow held fast on fingers
Shackles of Silver and gold
a drunken call on the telephone
leave us alone please
No one answering just the machine
she has left to be with him
No one heard the tears
...on the telephone.
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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A Deafening Moment
Before I pick up the receiver-
I brace myself for what I feared.
...
Suddenly I’m lost at sea,
The eye of the hurricane is staring back at me.
I feel my insides fold up and wail,
My organs impaled,
While all around me glass shatters in perfect symmetry.
A hair pin bounces off marble deafeningly,
...
But how on earth did I know
Before I answered the phone?
Now I can’t imagine carrying on
in a world where you’re gone.
I brace myself for what I feared.
...
Suddenly I’m lost at sea,
The eye of the hurricane is staring back at me.
I feel my insides fold up and wail,
My organs impaled,
While all around me glass shatters in perfect symmetry.
A hair pin bounces off marble deafeningly,
...
But how on earth did I know
Before I answered the phone?
Now I can’t imagine carrying on
in a world where you’re gone.
Written by sheepskinxtearaway
(Sheepskin Tearaway)
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It Rings
Now my pulse is racing
because the phone never rings
its alien tones feed terror into my soul
Once it was always busy
the heart of the home
but that seems so long ago
before they carried my body away
to rot under cold grey stone
How its echoes
devour each empty room
and what demon would dare to call
when I have no hands
to pick up
because the phone never rings
its alien tones feed terror into my soul
Once it was always busy
the heart of the home
but that seems so long ago
before they carried my body away
to rot under cold grey stone
How its echoes
devour each empty room
and what demon would dare to call
when I have no hands
to pick up
Written by Abracadabra
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just like that
over and over
i pled
i clawed and clawed
and i bled
until bloodied fingertips
were dripping with shame
i screamed and screamed
until choking on blame
i screamed
until screams
no longer came—
the phone rang,
from
s o m e w h e re
a voice
tried to explain
and just like that
my life
would never be the same
Written by Bluevelvete
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Another Call (Out)
"No problem, we'll work on it"
....getting your shift covered, that is.
(**snark**)
Yet another sick call,
we have no staff.
We close the ER at one site,
because there's just no warm bodies
for overnight shift.
And you have a headache
and can't work--
I worked full time
while on chemo and radiation.
Take a f-kn aspirin
and get your f-kn ass in here!
There's never been such a hoarde
of pansy, boo-boo whiners
as of late.
I hate my phone .
I hate being on-call.
How the F- am I supposed to find coverage
when you call out sick
an hour before your shift
because of a sniffle?
Wipe it
and suck it up.
Your co-workers hate you for it.
You hate them when they do it, too
We all hate each other
when someone pulls that sh!t,
because one of us gets mandated
to work your shift.
I hate my phone.
I can't wait to retire.
....getting your shift covered, that is.
(**snark**)
Yet another sick call,
we have no staff.
We close the ER at one site,
because there's just no warm bodies
for overnight shift.
And you have a headache
and can't work--
I worked full time
while on chemo and radiation.
Take a f-kn aspirin
and get your f-kn ass in here!
There's never been such a hoarde
of pansy, boo-boo whiners
as of late.
I hate my phone .
I hate being on-call.
How the F- am I supposed to find coverage
when you call out sick
an hour before your shift
because of a sniffle?
Wipe it
and suck it up.
Your co-workers hate you for it.
You hate them when they do it, too
We all hate each other
when someone pulls that sh!t,
because one of us gets mandated
to work your shift.
I hate my phone.
I can't wait to retire.
Written by MadameLavender
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The Phone call
the last thing I did on Earth
greatest regret for being a jerk
not to do the sensible thing
I was going so fast when I heard it ring
slow motion of time. milliseconds of life
wreckage and grief, left the kids and the wife
this number cannot be connected, because
the actions of one who didn`t give a sod
on the back seat was Rover my dog
greatest regret for being a jerk
not to do the sensible thing
I was going so fast when I heard it ring
slow motion of time. milliseconds of life
wreckage and grief, left the kids and the wife
this number cannot be connected, because
the actions of one who didn`t give a sod
on the back seat was Rover my dog
Written by slipalong
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The Collectors
I close my eyes when those ghosts come at me
With beautiful serrated smiles
They say they come to claim what’s rightfully theirs
Or else to another realm I’ll be exiled
I don’t want to be afraid of their tentacle embraces
Or the faces of terror I see as if I was a child
Their visages distorted, unhallowed and contorted
An alluring flow of aromatic decay
Summoning me as those debts have to be repaid
I’m unable to appeal to their kindness or grace
My soul sold for the mere pleasure of it all
In shame and horror I hide my face
Their voices echo through the recess of my memory
An angst of persecution in their speech
I can feel their judging eyes like thorns in my pupils
No matter how far I run, I can feel their reach
Upon my ruins they’ll claim their victory
Closing in on me and my body siege
Their presence omnipresent and potent in all domains
I must answer the call to responsibility
Face those demons with broken and brittle means
And crawl through mud with all my ability
Until they’ve feasted and are fully satisfied
So that one day I may have tranquility
I am paying my dues for my youthful days left behind
I am coming to terms with each specter
I wrestle them one by one with wit and jocularity
I am truthful as some of them are like lie detectors
And so when I talk with them we have at it
When I take calls from those bill collectors
With beautiful serrated smiles
They say they come to claim what’s rightfully theirs
Or else to another realm I’ll be exiled
I don’t want to be afraid of their tentacle embraces
Or the faces of terror I see as if I was a child
Their visages distorted, unhallowed and contorted
An alluring flow of aromatic decay
Summoning me as those debts have to be repaid
I’m unable to appeal to their kindness or grace
My soul sold for the mere pleasure of it all
In shame and horror I hide my face
Their voices echo through the recess of my memory
An angst of persecution in their speech
I can feel their judging eyes like thorns in my pupils
No matter how far I run, I can feel their reach
Upon my ruins they’ll claim their victory
Closing in on me and my body siege
Their presence omnipresent and potent in all domains
I must answer the call to responsibility
Face those demons with broken and brittle means
And crawl through mud with all my ability
Until they’ve feasted and are fully satisfied
So that one day I may have tranquility
I am paying my dues for my youthful days left behind
I am coming to terms with each specter
I wrestle them one by one with wit and jocularity
I am truthful as some of them are like lie detectors
And so when I talk with them we have at it
When I take calls from those bill collectors
Written by wallyroo92
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Changing Your Ringtone
Is one of the little things.
And its the little things I forgot to do
That make me cry when I think of you.
It’s the things that we said,
And the promises we made.
That were never kept,
But I’ll marry you one day.
It’s these words in my head
And these feelings in my bones
That remind me yet again
You are so long gone.
And even as I hold your hand in mine,
I know its only temporary
Temporary like the words that hung between us
Temporary like the stain in my blue dress
Temporary like all love seems to be.
Temporary like a ringtone.
Temporary like the little things.
And its the little things I forgot to do
That make me cry when I think of you.
It’s the things that we said,
And the promises we made.
That were never kept,
But I’ll marry you one day.
It’s these words in my head
And these feelings in my bones
That remind me yet again
You are so long gone.
And even as I hold your hand in mine,
I know its only temporary
Temporary like the words that hung between us
Temporary like the stain in my blue dress
Temporary like all love seems to be.
Temporary like a ringtone.
Temporary like the little things.
Written by TheOnlyAlliCat
(Aloe Megee)
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robert43041 said:Poems up to 50 lines preferred.
Protect defect
A knock at the door triggering fear to my core
ducking past windows throwing myself in a corner
sucking wind as I refused to let destruction come in
self created tragedy
the knocking monster lost the key
surely it would find a new way to haunt me
events that cause bruises and aching bones
live longest in the frontal lobe
a phone once hung on the wall of every home
plastic wheel numbered to zero
holes for fingers
busy signal limbo
my fresh senses could detect a the shrill of the bell
anticipation
lift the receiver with the strength of a heart without scars
excitement and mystery overwhelmed my person as I'd slide into a world of verbal manipulation
start of a race a human competition
she'd like me for sure as I mastered the situation
Can't recall the day or the call that ignited a fright
so tight
testicular suicide
adrenalin screamed burning my veins
poisoning my brain
bells slammed me down on bended knees
I would retreat scrambling for a space
the rining echoed 4the next ring that followed
the door monster found a new way
I was once the bitch kid that ran for the door
kicked in the head from domestic civil war
did the bell ring as my head hit the floor?
midnight eveictions
landlords pulling cords
throwing my mother against the boards
ring?
not sure
A ring I remember the time I was seventeen at the time
punk rocking runaway
returned home
the ladies were years apart in age
similar rage
when I disagreed with their pleas 4to return home
or stay on the streets
Ring
thye both warned me
they would hurt themselves
Ring Ring
two ladies in my hostile spring
had more in common than I believed
Ring Fucking Ring
they both survived romantic suicide
ring ring
I lost my mind
in time
it no longer rings
breathe relief
no one is looking for me
Protect defect
A knock at the door triggering fear to my core
ducking past windows throwing myself in a corner
sucking wind as I refused to let destruction come in
self created tragedy
the knocking monster lost the key
surely it would find a new way to haunt me
events that cause bruises and aching bones
live longest in the frontal lobe
a phone once hung on the wall of every home
plastic wheel numbered to zero
holes for fingers
busy signal limbo
my fresh senses could detect a the shrill of the bell
anticipation
lift the receiver with the strength of a heart without scars
excitement and mystery overwhelmed my person as I'd slide into a world of verbal manipulation
start of a race a human competition
she'd like me for sure as I mastered the situation
Can't recall the day or the call that ignited a fright
so tight
testicular suicide
adrenalin screamed burning my veins
poisoning my brain
bells slammed me down on bended knees
I would retreat scrambling for a space
the rining echoed 4the next ring that followed
the door monster found a new way
I was once the bitch kid that ran for the door
kicked in the head from domestic civil war
did the bell ring as my head hit the floor?
midnight eveictions
landlords pulling cords
throwing my mother against the boards
ring?
not sure
A ring I remember the time I was seventeen at the time
punk rocking runaway
returned home
the ladies were years apart in age
similar rage
when I disagreed with their pleas 4to return home
or stay on the streets
Ring
thye both warned me
they would hurt themselves
Ring Ring
two ladies in my hostile spring
had more in common than I believed
Ring Fucking Ring
they both survived romantic suicide
ring ring
I lost my mind
in time
it no longer rings
breathe relief
no one is looking for me
