Poetry competition CLOSED 18th December 2023 3:17pm
WINNER
Rew
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Of What Is
Poetry Contest Description
Non erotic, 10 lines or less of "What Is."
Not in competition.
...fasten me a dream tracing shadows
with fingers of wings softly touching
over the pillow's rainbow of memories
planting and eulogy of echoes
held at the circumference of life
by grace in the middle of what is...
...fasten me a dream tracing shadows
with fingers of wings softly touching
over the pillow's rainbow of memories
planting and eulogy of echoes
held at the circumference of life
by grace in the middle of what is...
And do We know
what is the dream we chase?
paces set for ambitions and hopes
determined to reach the stars
we strive and wish and aspire
what is the essence of our soul?
shadows with stories untold
a hint of the mystical a little divine
what is this life's tapestry?
woven with tears sealed with kisses
yet chances are there are lies behind the pearly curtains
paces set for ambitions and hopes
determined to reach the stars
we strive and wish and aspire
what is the essence of our soul?
shadows with stories untold
a hint of the mystical a little divine
what is this life's tapestry?
woven with tears sealed with kisses
yet chances are there are lies behind the pearly curtains
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Restless
Ah, nameless beast
of what is the undercurrent of my soul--
that longing to be ever on the run,
a series of distractions (called "life")
to ignore the want
(the fear) of ceasing to exist
and just become part of the sea.
All the clocks stop
and I can live in someone's photographs
where time has no constraints or meaning.
of what is the undercurrent of my soul--
that longing to be ever on the run,
a series of distractions (called "life")
to ignore the want
(the fear) of ceasing to exist
and just become part of the sea.
All the clocks stop
and I can live in someone's photographs
where time has no constraints or meaning.
Written by MadameLavender
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twixt a Rock...
I guess I've received
all life's taints
between those two infinities,
and remain here
by my own restraint
and the fear, what might greet me?
all life's taints
between those two infinities,
and remain here
by my own restraint
and the fear, what might greet me?
Written by Rew
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Still Born
covered in a blanket
of dark soil
a small headstone
this unknown child
experienced no suffering
Written by badmalthus
(Harry Rout)
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Who's On First
what is
is not
what is not
what is not
is not
what is
what is
not
on third
who is
on
first
what ever
will be
will be
it is
what
it is
except
when
it is not
is not
what is not
what is not
is not
what is
what is
not
on third
who is
on
first
what ever
will be
will be
it is
what
it is
except
when
it is not
Written by Kinkpoet
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What is la la la?
The sun goes down like a song
I heard my mom sing
in a kind of la la la way.
The only thing remaining is
that fragment of mother in sound.
The sun sounds like a metal chain
falling in the rain and piercing my brain.
La la la sun days.
The sun is shining in a drop of water
that traveled millions of years
through the universe
just to evaporate in milliseconds.
La la la mom.
I heard my mom sing
in a kind of la la la way.
The only thing remaining is
that fragment of mother in sound.
The sun sounds like a metal chain
falling in the rain and piercing my brain.
La la la sun days.
The sun is shining in a drop of water
that traveled millions of years
through the universe
just to evaporate in milliseconds.
La la la mom.
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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Memories of a person who never existed
Ever get the itch in the back of your mind?
Looking for a person you know you'll never find?
Maybe it's our heart trying to create our ideal loves,
or maybe it's the universe trying on ideas like gloves.
So far as you know, you never cease to be
or increase in commodity.
So don't be afraid to be you,
because ultimately, no one will remember to
celebrate the ones who never were.
Looking for a person you know you'll never find?
Maybe it's our heart trying to create our ideal loves,
or maybe it's the universe trying on ideas like gloves.
So far as you know, you never cease to be
or increase in commodity.
So don't be afraid to be you,
because ultimately, no one will remember to
celebrate the ones who never were.
Written by LongTubiFree
(JustinSizemore)
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What is Hip?
Is it hip to go with the flow or be an outlier who goes against the roll?
Or do you have more drip when you flip the script and still know the role?
Are you with it and fine or are there signs you’re not in line with the times?
Because as the years fly by the swag lags and eventually it gets left behind
I thought I used to be cool or rad or fab or funky-fresh-fly and fluorescent
But the truth is my youth faded faster than the effects of an anti-depressant
Now I’m wondering if it’s hip trying to stay a brisk with this new generation
Because whatever trends today ends tomorrow without any notification
I’m just an old bloke trying to joke and be woke because I’m a little slow
But basically, I just want to know
Written by wallyroo92
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Penned
So sweet a life, it is, when hand
is free to wave or wield a pen,
not at command of any man
so sweet a life it is when hand,
May merely wave its magic wand
and have a man completely penned,
so sweet a life it is my hand
is free to wave or wield a pen...
is free to wave or wield a pen,
not at command of any man
so sweet a life it is when hand,
May merely wave its magic wand
and have a man completely penned,
so sweet a life it is my hand
is free to wave or wield a pen...
Written by Rew
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In the Meantime, In Between Time
*
The comprehensive cosmos if reduced is quite banal,
comprising merely force and matter bits in empty space,
besides the writing on the wall inside the cosmic stall,
which reads, "The cosmic toilet soon shall flush the human race" --
but hey, till then, who gives a shit, for ain't we having fun
in watching friends and family being flushed yet one by one?
*
The comprehensive cosmos if reduced is quite banal,
comprising merely force and matter bits in empty space,
besides the writing on the wall inside the cosmic stall,
which reads, "The cosmic toilet soon shall flush the human race" --
but hey, till then, who gives a shit, for ain't we having fun
in watching friends and family being flushed yet one by one?
*
Written by Jordan
(D.O.C.)
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