Poetry competition CLOSED 2nd March 2024 9:58am
WINNER
DaisyGrace
DaisyGrace
RUNNERS-UP:
crimsin
and Adelphina
Said the poet at confession
Amelia
She's run out of things to live for.
Teacups and shoes,
a hint of collarbone
through his shirt.
All day, the taste of longing
in her mouth.
Waiting for him to pass,
to giggle hot like a schoolgirl.
By midnight the world's diminished
to lights caressing the tollway.
Signposts that sing of a desperate paradise,
his cologne scraping the car's interior.
How she yearns in places
her body cannot reach.
Desire crackling the dash,
slicing the night like a scar.
The skyline sutured and frayed,
his textbook she drowned at the lake.
How every moon on a bracelet
corresponds with a bruise.
Teacups and shoes,
a hint of collarbone
through his shirt.
All day, the taste of longing
in her mouth.
Waiting for him to pass,
to giggle hot like a schoolgirl.
By midnight the world's diminished
to lights caressing the tollway.
Signposts that sing of a desperate paradise,
his cologne scraping the car's interior.
How she yearns in places
her body cannot reach.
Desire crackling the dash,
slicing the night like a scar.
The skyline sutured and frayed,
his textbook she drowned at the lake.
How every moon on a bracelet
corresponds with a bruise.
Written by toniscales
(Lost Girl)
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Anonymous
Thanks for your entries Mel44 and ToniScales! Lovely stuff.
(’ll be honest, ToniScales I thought you had long gone from this place so pleasantly surprised to see you around the gaff! 😄👍🏻)
(’ll be honest, ToniScales I thought you had long gone from this place so pleasantly surprised to see you around the gaff! 😄👍🏻)
Anonymous
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Laughter at My Father's Passing
My father told me, on his death bed,
My child you are more evil than was I.
Not because you fill people with dread!
And not because you have the Devil's eye.
Oh no, it is because you are a lot like me,
Only you do not regret the things you do.
As I breathe my last, you weep not I see!
Is it because you and I both always knew?
That one day you would eclipse me fully.
Congratulations, daughter... and farewell...
And after that, no more did Father breathe!
I can only assume, his soul went unto Hell.
Oh what am I, sometimes I ask, so awful!
How could I weep for a man so wicked?
Despised by those whom he victimized,
Cruelest even when he was at his kindest.
Yes, he and I both more than ever realized!
That his many sins came swift to visit him.
I could not tell him that I knew it was time,
Because I am the incarnation of life's ending.
I show mercy on all whose hearts are kind!
For him there was no mercy that he earned,
And so at his end I could not give him ease.
If that makes me evil then I shall be burned,
In the fire that awaits in the darkness for me.
Oh what am I, sometimes I ask, nervously!
But I never burn, even when universes die,
Because I am Death, and as such I endure.
My father did not even look me in the eye,
Because, he was afraid, even as I was sure.
I felt his fear, I knew his sins, and I laughed,
While our maid thought that I'd gone crazy.
A great evil was gone, and all of his wrath,
And at last I could live my life with dignity.
In this body, I was the daughter of a monster,
But even Death cannot choose her parentage.
Within me, no evil is there to ever truly stir,
Even when something stirs me near to a rage.
Oh what am I, sometimes I ask, at this age!
I am at peace with my father's swift passing,
Swifter than he deserved, one smallest mercy.
I regret that I had stood there, coldly, laughing!
Because I am not like him after all, not fully.
Never again shall he tell me the old stories,
Of our ancestors and of their terrible glories.
My child you are more evil than was I.
Not because you fill people with dread!
And not because you have the Devil's eye.
Oh no, it is because you are a lot like me,
Only you do not regret the things you do.
As I breathe my last, you weep not I see!
Is it because you and I both always knew?
That one day you would eclipse me fully.
Congratulations, daughter... and farewell...
And after that, no more did Father breathe!
I can only assume, his soul went unto Hell.
Oh what am I, sometimes I ask, so awful!
How could I weep for a man so wicked?
Despised by those whom he victimized,
Cruelest even when he was at his kindest.
Yes, he and I both more than ever realized!
That his many sins came swift to visit him.
I could not tell him that I knew it was time,
Because I am the incarnation of life's ending.
I show mercy on all whose hearts are kind!
For him there was no mercy that he earned,
And so at his end I could not give him ease.
If that makes me evil then I shall be burned,
In the fire that awaits in the darkness for me.
Oh what am I, sometimes I ask, nervously!
But I never burn, even when universes die,
Because I am Death, and as such I endure.
My father did not even look me in the eye,
Because, he was afraid, even as I was sure.
I felt his fear, I knew his sins, and I laughed,
While our maid thought that I'd gone crazy.
A great evil was gone, and all of his wrath,
And at last I could live my life with dignity.
In this body, I was the daughter of a monster,
But even Death cannot choose her parentage.
Within me, no evil is there to ever truly stir,
Even when something stirs me near to a rage.
Oh what am I, sometimes I ask, at this age!
I am at peace with my father's swift passing,
Swifter than he deserved, one smallest mercy.
I regret that I had stood there, coldly, laughing!
Because I am not like him after all, not fully.
Never again shall he tell me the old stories,
Of our ancestors and of their terrible glories.
Written by LaBrujaOscura_75
(Camilla Beatriz Flores)
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Iceberg Ahead
It’s the visible portion of the iceberg ahead that I’m not worried about.
That part is easy to maneuver around. But what lies underneath is the
scary part, that portion is bigger and it goes deep. Above the surface I
watch my mouth, I keep to my decorum. I was taught to be respectful
because if I don’t have anything nice to say, then don’t say anything at
all. So I suppress and suppress and to my surprise I bury it deep, but in
my sleep I hear the words I want to say. By day I keep to my etiquette,
but at night there’s a dark silhouette urging to spout like it’s Tourette’s.
The restraints are hard to keep in check, the meds, the threads are
unraveling slowly, like the iceberg’s underwater portion, it’s trying
to flip and come up to the surface. Then I feel the fuel, it’s inviting
me, it’s exciting to let loose and lose all control. My soul feels the
tear at the foundation, breaking right down the middle, and I teeter
on the edge with anticipation wanting to see it turnover, over and over.
I gave it a voice, a twin, an antonym to help me deal like another eye
in the Gemini, but the battle between him and I is steadily tearing apart
at the seams.
Written by wallyroo92
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Feral, DaisyGrace, Labrujaoscura, Wallyroo - Oof. Thanks for these entries. Some proper weight here!
Apology
I owe myself an apology for not recognizing the sweetness that resides within me,
For giving it all to someone who sought only to deplete it all in me.
Am sorry myself for the thick skin, I tried too hard, searching for a wrong shoulder to lean.
In the process, I buried something in me that had not yet blossomed , a dormant seed to sprout.
I was just a saint, and they? Snakes not heavenly sent.
I said I am searching, but I was just learning.
Learning not to give up too fast, for nothing beautiful is easy getting.
I owe myself an apology for not finding you sooner; perhaps I could rewrite my future.
I was a fool; for thinking my first heartbreak was the end, yet the beginning, the journey ext_end.
For not realizing a loser can still be winning.
For saying a king was never akin to a slave, yet I was to my queen.
I owe myself an apology for loving the wrong ones.
For burying this gem in shadows, i was unaware of its brilliance
For not realizing every setback was a lesson in disguise, they were steps to my perfection
But before I apologize myself, You owe me an apology first for not meeting me sooner than now, for making me pass and see the unforeseeable, yet controllable.
For giving it all to someone who sought only to deplete it all in me.
Am sorry myself for the thick skin, I tried too hard, searching for a wrong shoulder to lean.
In the process, I buried something in me that had not yet blossomed , a dormant seed to sprout.
I was just a saint, and they? Snakes not heavenly sent.
I said I am searching, but I was just learning.
Learning not to give up too fast, for nothing beautiful is easy getting.
I owe myself an apology for not finding you sooner; perhaps I could rewrite my future.
I was a fool; for thinking my first heartbreak was the end, yet the beginning, the journey ext_end.
For not realizing a loser can still be winning.
For saying a king was never akin to a slave, yet I was to my queen.
I owe myself an apology for loving the wrong ones.
For burying this gem in shadows, i was unaware of its brilliance
For not realizing every setback was a lesson in disguise, they were steps to my perfection
But before I apologize myself, You owe me an apology first for not meeting me sooner than now, for making me pass and see the unforeseeable, yet controllable.
Written by Yousef_Alfil
(Yousef Alfil)
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Anonymous
Hi Yousef. Thanks for your entry, but unfortunately this contest is for new writes only. You are welcome to write a new entry if you would like to. 🙂
Indecent indifference
There are no rules that bind my imagination
It worries her, how easily I snap in and out of it
The nauseating fear of encountering something unholy
Numbs her emotions and closes her legs
I am famished and ravenous
Disconnected from reality for the sake of ecstasy
Even if it's just momentarily, the spiritual adultery is no joke
Especially not in the face of love bespoke
She excites more than my senses can tame
Makes me squeal like a pig and writhe like a snake
But I'm a victim of habit, mindless and automatic
Seeking satisfaction in the arms of misery instead
A familiar countenance, a beautiful bass, leather and lace
Prying eyes, clothes, and memories; imagined fakes
No reason to hold a candle to any of it, not for me
In my dreamworld, I'll still grab their hair and fuck their face
They're people I know, I meet, I see
Drawing their curves and mapping their frames
To later be used for something mundane
Rip and fuck and ravage the visions I create
I want to blame everyone else for the way I am
And forget that I have any thing to do with my past
Every time we fell apart I'd wander these awful landscapes
I'd rather be castrated than lose her over this.
It worries her, how easily I snap in and out of it
The nauseating fear of encountering something unholy
Numbs her emotions and closes her legs
I am famished and ravenous
Disconnected from reality for the sake of ecstasy
Even if it's just momentarily, the spiritual adultery is no joke
Especially not in the face of love bespoke
She excites more than my senses can tame
Makes me squeal like a pig and writhe like a snake
But I'm a victim of habit, mindless and automatic
Seeking satisfaction in the arms of misery instead
A familiar countenance, a beautiful bass, leather and lace
Prying eyes, clothes, and memories; imagined fakes
No reason to hold a candle to any of it, not for me
In my dreamworld, I'll still grab their hair and fuck their face
They're people I know, I meet, I see
Drawing their curves and mapping their frames
To later be used for something mundane
Rip and fuck and ravage the visions I create
I want to blame everyone else for the way I am
And forget that I have any thing to do with my past
Every time we fell apart I'd wander these awful landscapes
I'd rather be castrated than lose her over this.
Written by 13
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Thanks for the entry 13. Wonderful. 🙂
Northern youth…
I’m nostalgic for a time that I never knew
I’m lost in memories that simply aren’t true
Colours fade, and the days change
The sun doesn’t rise anymore
I can’t escape, my foot’s on the break
Time gets lost around me
I can see the smiles and rides that once used to be
But they were never known to me
Thinking, drinking, talking, weeping
I can’t really remember my youth
I look up to the sky and I just want to cry
All of those things I let them do to me
All of the drugs, all the assaults
Why did I let it be so?
Friends stealing from my bag, driving me mad
Why did they want me addicted?
I used to lie in the alley’s, passed out and unafraid
I didn’t care what anyone would do to me
I befriended the rapists, the paedo’s, smack addicts
I’d hang out with anyone just to have a friend
Knife threats on the daily, people calling me crazy
None of it mattered to me
If I could just get my hit, the rest would be bliss
We could go and rob the shop later
Psychological manipulation, rumours shouted a’top the table
I knew I didn’t really have syphilis or clap
Yet I let them all in my head, I believed what they said
I’d become exactly what they wanted
Thieving money from my parents
Deranged and degraded, oh what did it matter anymore
Being trapped inside houses with men who despised me
The end felt near by that point
The girl I once knew was no longer there
And I certainly hadn’t become a woman
Dreams shattered, hopes lost, upset and ashamed
I lay in a mess of my own making
I’m lost in memories that simply aren’t true
Colours fade, and the days change
The sun doesn’t rise anymore
I can’t escape, my foot’s on the break
Time gets lost around me
I can see the smiles and rides that once used to be
But they were never known to me
Thinking, drinking, talking, weeping
I can’t really remember my youth
I look up to the sky and I just want to cry
All of those things I let them do to me
All of the drugs, all the assaults
Why did I let it be so?
Friends stealing from my bag, driving me mad
Why did they want me addicted?
I used to lie in the alley’s, passed out and unafraid
I didn’t care what anyone would do to me
I befriended the rapists, the paedo’s, smack addicts
I’d hang out with anyone just to have a friend
Knife threats on the daily, people calling me crazy
None of it mattered to me
If I could just get my hit, the rest would be bliss
We could go and rob the shop later
Psychological manipulation, rumours shouted a’top the table
I knew I didn’t really have syphilis or clap
Yet I let them all in my head, I believed what they said
I’d become exactly what they wanted
Thieving money from my parents
Deranged and degraded, oh what did it matter anymore
Being trapped inside houses with men who despised me
The end felt near by that point
The girl I once knew was no longer there
And I certainly hadn’t become a woman
Dreams shattered, hopes lost, upset and ashamed
I lay in a mess of my own making
Written by Kinkwizard_95
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Thank you for your entry, kinkwizard_95. Also, hello from another northern UK town 👋
