Poetry competition CLOSED 5th March 2024 11:14pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
deliabear
Poem of the Month - February 2024
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:
2024:
January - Styxian
2023:
January - Styxian
February - Daniel Christensen
March - Betty
April - DaisyGrace
May - Northern_Soul
June - Neves
July - Razzerleaf
August - _feral
September - Adelphina
October - Cipher_O
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:
2024:
January - Styxian
2023:
January - Styxian
February - Daniel Christensen
March - Betty
April - DaisyGrace
May - Northern_Soul
June - Neves
July - Razzerleaf
August - _feral
September - Adelphina
October - Cipher_O
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
At the Dock
standing alone at the dock of River Styx
watching where Soul departed those many eons ago
there's something waiting to be shown
movement from beyond the misty veil
shadows moved where life and death meets
through the thick air eternity whispers
invisible hands reaching through the gloom
souls move around yearning for passage
there's timeless no clock times the endlessness
souls shuffle playing the waiting game
Ferryman Charon steers the vessel
oars flapping on the cold waters of Styx
the lamp as if hope flickering gangrenous spark
illuminate faces waiting for absolution
I stand watching though I have no coins for fare yet
watching where Soul departed those many eons ago
there's something waiting to be shown
movement from beyond the misty veil
shadows moved where life and death meets
through the thick air eternity whispers
invisible hands reaching through the gloom
souls move around yearning for passage
there's timeless no clock times the endlessness
souls shuffle playing the waiting game
Ferryman Charon steers the vessel
oars flapping on the cold waters of Styx
the lamp as if hope flickering gangrenous spark
illuminate faces waiting for absolution
I stand watching though I have no coins for fare yet
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Haunting Magic
The veiled moon emits
the strangest obscure light.
Silently awakening
the secret world
of my dark delights.
Yet the tide twinkles,
blinding bright,
on the ancient shore
of my mind tonight.
Mysterious memories swirl
that have haunted me before.
As a dark euphoria sedates my core.
In the center of the soul
exists a vaulted door,
where the ghosts of the heart reside.
To go inside exposes
every secret you ache to confide.
Whoever told me there is no magic
lied to my seeking, searching eyes.
The night is silent, can you hear it....
The world's dark veined ecstasies
sustain my sparkling startled spirit...
the strangest obscure light.
Silently awakening
the secret world
of my dark delights.
Yet the tide twinkles,
blinding bright,
on the ancient shore
of my mind tonight.
Mysterious memories swirl
that have haunted me before.
As a dark euphoria sedates my core.
In the center of the soul
exists a vaulted door,
where the ghosts of the heart reside.
To go inside exposes
every secret you ache to confide.
Whoever told me there is no magic
lied to my seeking, searching eyes.
The night is silent, can you hear it....
The world's dark veined ecstasies
sustain my sparkling startled spirit...
Written by deliabear
(Debbie)
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Second Hand Daughter
The problem was
You only tried to find me
In places that I’d already been
Collecting pieces of my shed skin
to prove
That you know who I am
Always chasing me down
With past versions of myself
A second hand daughter
Rummaged up only through thrifted stories
I’m not composed of anymore
You only tried to find me
In places that I’d already been
Collecting pieces of my shed skin
to prove
That you know who I am
Always chasing me down
With past versions of myself
A second hand daughter
Rummaged up only through thrifted stories
I’m not composed of anymore
Written by Isgyppie_
(L.C. McQuillen)
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[post-mortemism]
n.1: when the poems
shy from the bright
trophy-glint limelight
turn in on themselves
eat their own
stomachs
scrape, gulp. chew
self-cannibalising
the entrails
we worked so hard to strew.
the resultant style
may be called
forensic;
all DNA swabs and
trace chemicals
(what the hell happened here)
just another
artistic casualty
death penalty poem
(do not ask for whom
the bell tolls;
it tolls for you)
Written by 010101110110100101
(053927598376y93870873109)
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Things My Wife Says > Thirsty Twitter DM
I don’t want you to sing to me,
I want to be the song.
I want you to fill your lungs with my flame
and breathe out a melody
to spool around my rib cage.
I want my right hand to shake
as you spill your soul into mine
with perfect meter and rhythm.
I want your lyrics branded into my skin,
so if there are any that follow,
they can run their fingers over the raised flesh
and know where you have been.
They will know your mark and never
forget your name
I want to be your poem,
fuck being your muse. That’s for Holly Housewife
who spends too much time on Twitter,
only fucks her husband on Wednesdays,
but keeps the nightstand drawer full
with daydreams of a savage,
a man born of passion,
who with a fistful of hair,
curves her spine like the earth,
and then writes a haiku across
the small of her back.
No, I need you to pierce me
with your pen and use my blood
as your ink. Watch my artery spill
onto your page, pump by steady pump,
and taste the beads of salt that shower the paper.
Curl my body into letters of verse
that bring me to the brink of death,
leaving me scarred and clawed
and hemorrhaging onto your pillow.
Use me until I am your own
design, a piece of perfect art,
a creation that would murder
lesser men
I want to be the song.
I want you to fill your lungs with my flame
and breathe out a melody
to spool around my rib cage.
I want my right hand to shake
as you spill your soul into mine
with perfect meter and rhythm.
I want your lyrics branded into my skin,
so if there are any that follow,
they can run their fingers over the raised flesh
and know where you have been.
They will know your mark and never
forget your name
I want to be your poem,
fuck being your muse. That’s for Holly Housewife
who spends too much time on Twitter,
only fucks her husband on Wednesdays,
but keeps the nightstand drawer full
with daydreams of a savage,
a man born of passion,
who with a fistful of hair,
curves her spine like the earth,
and then writes a haiku across
the small of her back.
No, I need you to pierce me
with your pen and use my blood
as your ink. Watch my artery spill
onto your page, pump by steady pump,
and taste the beads of salt that shower the paper.
Curl my body into letters of verse
that bring me to the brink of death,
leaving me scarred and clawed
and hemorrhaging onto your pillow.
Use me until I am your own
design, a piece of perfect art,
a creation that would murder
lesser men
Written by solbluesol
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Coastal navigation
Gigantic sea of forgotten
silent sea that does not bring
your voice in the turbulent waves
sea of island eyes on fire
that doesn't imitate the sound of your voice
sea that limits the roof of your mouth
and swallow your voice mythologically
like a desert island lighthouse
human marks of desert sonar
quasar pulse and virus analysis
sea that salts the throat
sea that stretches the rope
chained from anchored boats
in the deep brown
from the beloved shores
volcanoes and currents and coves
your smiling river mouth
voice of river-sea eldorado
your voice is the salt of one's
lost forgotten lust paradise.
silent sea that does not bring
your voice in the turbulent waves
sea of island eyes on fire
that doesn't imitate the sound of your voice
sea that limits the roof of your mouth
and swallow your voice mythologically
like a desert island lighthouse
human marks of desert sonar
quasar pulse and virus analysis
sea that salts the throat
sea that stretches the rope
chained from anchored boats
in the deep brown
from the beloved shores
volcanoes and currents and coves
your smiling river mouth
voice of river-sea eldorado
your voice is the salt of one's
lost forgotten lust paradise.
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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The Never
Some memories of you
are mental wildflowers.
Where I lay for hours
in the intoxicating deception
of a sickly sweet perfume.
But really my heart,
was a haggard yard,
rigor mortis roots of dead truth.
Truth that dies can be
worse than lies.
False memories of you and I.
I remember how I desired it to be,
In denial of the nuances,
as they silently scream,
that you would never love me.
The never, with the hazel eyes of forever.
are mental wildflowers.
Where I lay for hours
in the intoxicating deception
of a sickly sweet perfume.
But really my heart,
was a haggard yard,
rigor mortis roots of dead truth.
Truth that dies can be
worse than lies.
False memories of you and I.
I remember how I desired it to be,
In denial of the nuances,
as they silently scream,
that you would never love me.
The never, with the hazel eyes of forever.
Written by deliabear
(Debbie)
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