Poetry competition CLOSED 14th September 2023 00:54am
WINNER
slipalong
slipalong
RUNNERS-UP:
Ahavati
and dejure
Ghost
Ghost of you
Anxiety.
A ghost haunting me every breath I take.
In your silent gloom,
I falter at the weights of you.
You like when I’m scared
And falling apart at the seems.
I can sense your delight,
As you feed off my light.
You are such an unholy ghost,
That must live inside of me.
You’ve taken my name
And casted your shadow upon it.
Bounded by your chains
And trapped by your fear,
I have become your prisoner,
Present yet invisible,
To all of those that are near.
So restless you have been,
Twisting inside me,
Burrowing yourself down deep.
I have accepted your company and your ghostly smile.
I have let your name be spoken without effort,
Yet you still desire to haunt me.
Your path has often been hard to navigate,
And has taken me to the depths of the unknown.
You have dimmed my light,
Selflessly I have let you,
So that you may shine.
My fractured bones have come to know,
Your power may be fierce,
But my hope is eternal,
And that slight little glimmer is growing,
Despite your everlasting darkness.
I will not be the chill to the forest until my dying day,
My hopes beating heart,
Will be the doorway to the sun,
Leaving the ghost of you behind.
A ghost haunting me every breath I take.
In your silent gloom,
I falter at the weights of you.
You like when I’m scared
And falling apart at the seems.
I can sense your delight,
As you feed off my light.
You are such an unholy ghost,
That must live inside of me.
You’ve taken my name
And casted your shadow upon it.
Bounded by your chains
And trapped by your fear,
I have become your prisoner,
Present yet invisible,
To all of those that are near.
So restless you have been,
Twisting inside me,
Burrowing yourself down deep.
I have accepted your company and your ghostly smile.
I have let your name be spoken without effort,
Yet you still desire to haunt me.
Your path has often been hard to navigate,
And has taken me to the depths of the unknown.
You have dimmed my light,
Selflessly I have let you,
So that you may shine.
My fractured bones have come to know,
Your power may be fierce,
But my hope is eternal,
And that slight little glimmer is growing,
Despite your everlasting darkness.
I will not be the chill to the forest until my dying day,
My hopes beating heart,
Will be the doorway to the sun,
Leaving the ghost of you behind.
Written by BeautifulDisaster7
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Into the Reaches of the Universe
Not yet fully explained
From the unimaginable density and heat
To subatomic particles formed
Through primordial elements coalesced
After millions and millions of years
We are born
We are only here but for the mere blink of an eye
Building and destroying
Suffering and enjoying the creations we made
So that after whatever principles and machinations we lead
In whatever lives we live
All we leave behind is memory
The physical goes back to the elements…dispersed
While the soul lives in the remembrance of those still alive
In a paradise (or blaze) dependent of a life lived
While some seem to linger and haunt in dreams
Whatever we choose to believe
Whatever we decide to accept as true and conceive
To ashes and dust we must all go
But the soul goes into the forever unknown
Into whatever creed
Expanding further and further into the reaches of the universe
…unknown
Written by wallyroo92
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Ode to Persephone
[Its last] green is gold*
burnt red, pumpkin orange
crumpling brown
season-aged leaves
hanging by a vein
from gnarly twigs
Persephone wanders through
autumnal remnants
knowing this moment
will become a strange ghost
haunting the glades
upon her return to Hades
Her mother, Demeter
goddess of abundance
mourning her daughter's absence
breathes a winter's death
across life's surface
until Persephone's spring release
Teaching us all:
A ghost can only haunt
when we refuse to let go
burnt red, pumpkin orange
crumpling brown
season-aged leaves
hanging by a vein
from gnarly twigs
Persephone wanders through
autumnal remnants
knowing this moment
will become a strange ghost
haunting the glades
upon her return to Hades
Her mother, Demeter
goddess of abundance
mourning her daughter's absence
breathes a winter's death
across life's surface
until Persephone's spring release
Teaching us all:
A ghost can only haunt
when we refuse to let go
Written by Ahavati
(Tams)
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Gusts of ghosts
Imputation
Here was
until
.
.
.
Wasn't
Actions
Deads
Thoughts
Intent
Good bad
Beautiful creatures
Stories narrated
Temporarily misremembered
In the end
The void of emptiness
.
.
.
All that remains
Written by Carpe_Noctem
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Anonymous
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I need a new pcp
as of late one of my few indulgences
is sitting on my porch
in the heat of summer
contemplating
and when a refreshing breeze
appears out of nowhere
I usually turn my face skyward
thanking the heavens for thinking of me
but
life trudged on wearing shit covered boots
my tune changed channels
and having established a baseline
I’m more convinced that that breeze
is merely death doing a drive-by
my chart in hand
surrounded by ghostly interns
writing a new entry, smiles
taps me on the head with his scythe
then disappears into the heat of my day
is sitting on my porch
in the heat of summer
contemplating
and when a refreshing breeze
appears out of nowhere
I usually turn my face skyward
thanking the heavens for thinking of me
but
life trudged on wearing shit covered boots
my tune changed channels
and having established a baseline
I’m more convinced that that breeze
is merely death doing a drive-by
my chart in hand
surrounded by ghostly interns
writing a new entry, smiles
taps me on the head with his scythe
then disappears into the heat of my day
Written by down2dirt
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