Poetry competition CLOSED 7th April 2024 7:12am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
Isgyppie_
and Anne-Ri999
Prisoner
Poetry Contest Description
Only the man who has known freedom Can define his prison.
The quote above is by Catherine Fisher. What is your prison? How did you enter it? It can be any kind of prison.
No extreme contents
No collaborations
No chatting in comp thread
Any Length
Two poems per poet
No AI generated Poem
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Anonymous
And Its Prison Gate Wide Open As Well
"Most people speed in defiance of the law of Reason."
-- Criminology 101
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No longer am I living free
since reason's truth imprisoned me
along with this -- its prison key.
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-- Criminology 101
*
No longer am I living free
since reason's truth imprisoned me
along with this -- its prison key.
*
Written by Jordan
(D.O.C.)
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August Rain
Begging for sleep, his eyes roll again,
pain keeps them from slumber.
She washes cups in the kitchen,
what else can she do?
He did ask for something,
when his voice could be heard,
a prayer for August rain.
Heat brings a bad day for being caged this way
but she recalls the whispered last request
and meets me on the lawn.
Me, a simple hosepipe,
my snake belly, needing to be filled
so water can become my tongue.
holding my head in her hand,
she looks to his bedroom
and turns the tap.
My inside fills to burst,
and answers his prayer,
pounding on windows
belting down gutters
rhythm of first drops
rain dance on roof tops.
I carry the drums of droplets,
his tranquility comes tapping on tiles,
coolness calms his condition
smiling at the August rain.
Finally sleep swings open his cell door;
We hang our heads in the garden,
clothes and hair soaked,
she lets me fall to the grass,
I feel empty, spent, I can only watch,
as the rain maker mixes tears in the mud.
pain keeps them from slumber.
She washes cups in the kitchen,
what else can she do?
He did ask for something,
when his voice could be heard,
a prayer for August rain.
Heat brings a bad day for being caged this way
but she recalls the whispered last request
and meets me on the lawn.
Me, a simple hosepipe,
my snake belly, needing to be filled
so water can become my tongue.
holding my head in her hand,
she looks to his bedroom
and turns the tap.
My inside fills to burst,
and answers his prayer,
pounding on windows
belting down gutters
rhythm of first drops
rain dance on roof tops.
I carry the drums of droplets,
his tranquility comes tapping on tiles,
coolness calms his condition
smiling at the August rain.
Finally sleep swings open his cell door;
We hang our heads in the garden,
clothes and hair soaked,
she lets me fall to the grass,
I feel empty, spent, I can only watch,
as the rain maker mixes tears in the mud.
Written by Razzerleaf
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An Island in Time
An Island in Time
I am a prisoner
A trapped person
A homeless person
A package passed about
Unwanted
Washed up here
In this room in the air
Only the view of the clouds
Keeps me sane
As I wait
For my release
For the resumption of time
For my descent
Back into life
Back among people
Back out under the sun
And the rain
And into the wind
To be blown along
As time passes
Restlessly flowing
Around my prison
My island in time
I am a prisoner
A trapped person
A homeless person
A package passed about
Unwanted
Washed up here
In this room in the air
Only the view of the clouds
Keeps me sane
As I wait
For my release
For the resumption of time
For my descent
Back into life
Back among people
Back out under the sun
And the rain
And into the wind
To be blown along
As time passes
Restlessly flowing
Around my prison
My island in time
Written by bookrabbit
(Lu)
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My Body is A Prison.
My body is a prison.
Pale, blemished wallpaper.
Muscle insulating cold.
Bones trapping
The assembly
Of organs.
My body is a prison.
My heart pounding
For release.
Lungs expanding
To break free
Yet, they are too weak.
My body is a prison.
My soul looming
Within.
A self sustaining
Corridor with
Windows exploiting
Corruption.
My body is a prison.
The echos
Told me so.
The irony is
The only rule:
I cannot free myself.
Pale, blemished wallpaper.
Muscle insulating cold.
Bones trapping
The assembly
Of organs.
My body is a prison.
My heart pounding
For release.
Lungs expanding
To break free
Yet, they are too weak.
My body is a prison.
My soul looming
Within.
A self sustaining
Corridor with
Windows exploiting
Corruption.
My body is a prison.
The echos
Told me so.
The irony is
The only rule:
I cannot free myself.
Written by Isgyppie_
(L.C. McQuillen)
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Abstraction
I was so distracted by the tremor of your skin
my fingers sipping goosebumps
distracted
distracted
distracted from the cries of war
from the silence of hunger
of the breeze that whispers deadly plagues
Distracted like the seagulls high in the masts
distracted from the insects that go against the street lamps
simply distracted by the microscopy of your skin
distracted
distracted
distracted from the morning murmurs
of children in the afternoon
and the creatures of the night
my fingers distracted pretending they don't touch you
They don't let you know when they're going to touch your skin
and your skin becomes distracted, concentrating on my fingers.
my fingers sipping goosebumps
distracted
distracted
distracted from the cries of war
from the silence of hunger
of the breeze that whispers deadly plagues
Distracted like the seagulls high in the masts
distracted from the insects that go against the street lamps
simply distracted by the microscopy of your skin
distracted
distracted
distracted from the morning murmurs
of children in the afternoon
and the creatures of the night
my fingers distracted pretending they don't touch you
They don't let you know when they're going to touch your skin
and your skin becomes distracted, concentrating on my fingers.
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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#Prisoner#
i am a prisoner
of my mind who
craves control
over my soul
& my thoughts
Over my belly
i let her in gave
her a home of
which She is
now the owner
it's lonely here
cold & hopeless
She won't let me
listen to my needs
won't give me the
proper nutrients
i'm stuck in this
prison and i can't
seem to break free
am i sentenced to life?
of my mind who
craves control
over my soul
& my thoughts
Over my belly
i let her in gave
her a home of
which She is
now the owner
it's lonely here
cold & hopeless
She won't let me
listen to my needs
won't give me the
proper nutrients
i'm stuck in this
prison and i can't
seem to break free
am i sentenced to life?
Written by Duende
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