Poetry competition CLOSED 17th April 2024 4:49pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
Rew
Why...veteran members
Poetry Contest Description
Why Poetry...
If you joined the site prior to 1 January 2023, this comp is for you! Write about what brought you to poetry. Use your own particular style and/or genre. Whatever it is that makes your poetic voice distinctly you, do that. What drew you to poetry & what keeps you?
*Open to only members who joined prior to 1 January 2023.
*3 weeks
*Old or new writes welcome
*Competition will be sent to vote
*Open to only members who joined prior to 1 January 2023.
*3 weeks
*Old or new writes welcome
*Competition will be sent to vote
Best Absorbed Written
For a long time I believed poetry was lyrics for those who could not sing
And I was consumed by what I could not compose
My brave soul possessed uncourageous lips
And I despised the small quiet characters that seemed to sum up my existence
But art is not meant to be taken but gifted
And although I perceive my poems as weak
I hope you find power within them
For my words in this lifetime
are best absorbed written
And I was consumed by what I could not compose
My brave soul possessed uncourageous lips
And I despised the small quiet characters that seemed to sum up my existence
But art is not meant to be taken but gifted
And although I perceive my poems as weak
I hope you find power within them
For my words in this lifetime
are best absorbed written
Written by Isgyppie_
(L.C. McQuillen)
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Daily Strife (villanelle)
I get peace in these from day to day strife
in here the world doesn't barge in on me
with its gross madness, its hard facts of life
though, I confess, even here I've to strive
but a different strife, in here, d'ye see,
I get peace in these from day to day strife.
My world gets much narrower as I write
the gross world disappears, it recedes,
with its madness and those hard facts of life,
Its indiscriminate hate, the bad vibes,
somehow wrapped in these I become, I be,
I get peace in these from day to day strife.
Within life's strife will death become first prize?
this life really kills my identity,
with its gross madness and hard facts of life,
But within my writes I'm peaceful and blythe
within these writes I discover rightly
that I get peace within, from daily strife
and madness in other parts, of my life...
in here the world doesn't barge in on me
with its gross madness, its hard facts of life
though, I confess, even here I've to strive
but a different strife, in here, d'ye see,
I get peace in these from day to day strife.
My world gets much narrower as I write
the gross world disappears, it recedes,
with its madness and those hard facts of life,
Its indiscriminate hate, the bad vibes,
somehow wrapped in these I become, I be,
I get peace in these from day to day strife.
Within life's strife will death become first prize?
this life really kills my identity,
with its gross madness and hard facts of life,
But within my writes I'm peaceful and blythe
within these writes I discover rightly
that I get peace within, from daily strife
and madness in other parts, of my life...
Written by Rew
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Metal head until I’m dead
This soul has become demonized
So allow me to externalize
But do not try to rationalize or exorcise
Your eyes will bleed with the blade of one thousand jagged hand written lines
Two became one upon this night of lunacy
Delirious and rabid I don’t need the moon to be
When I attack me
I don’t need eyes to see
Just a pen to release what’s been trapped, buried within me
With the coming of the falling sun
The crowds bow
Knee deep in their own ruin
Await the tempo bring the dead to life
Rhythmic slaughter to their ears delight
Heartbeats slow with the pace of the breakdown
Guttural growls, put your horns up bang your face down
Can you hear me now?
Screaming loud with this death metal sound
I was born for music
Slow and heavy
Just writing out loud
So allow me to externalize
But do not try to rationalize or exorcise
Your eyes will bleed with the blade of one thousand jagged hand written lines
Two became one upon this night of lunacy
Delirious and rabid I don’t need the moon to be
When I attack me
I don’t need eyes to see
Just a pen to release what’s been trapped, buried within me
With the coming of the falling sun
The crowds bow
Knee deep in their own ruin
Await the tempo bring the dead to life
Rhythmic slaughter to their ears delight
Heartbeats slow with the pace of the breakdown
Guttural growls, put your horns up bang your face down
Can you hear me now?
Screaming loud with this death metal sound
I was born for music
Slow and heavy
Just writing out loud
Written by Krosgood
(Violence)
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Why I Write
People write because no one listens
But see words on paper how they glisten
The comfort of the pen in my hand
Helps me write to better understand
The chaos I keep locked inside
The darkness in my mind’s eye
Writing is an emotional journey for me
Peering behind veils so that I may see
There is more to me than just my darkness
Bright seething truths I find and confess
But truly past all of that mess
Are the dear connections that we get
From others in the deep underground
Treasured friendships here are found
Written by nightbirdblue
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he read to me
the first time that i heard your name
i thought that i would go insane
it sounded like a summer breeze
i was so young i could not explain
the wonderful thoughts running through my brain
i wanted to know just what your were
and father said nothing at first
but seemed to know i wanted to
know everything but instead
he went to get a book and
i tried to get my first look
i never will forget the times he read to me
he had such a dramatic way of acting out the scenes
when he read edgar allen poe's "the raven"
he scared the breath right out of me
and that is when i started
my love affair with poetry
i thought that i would go insane
it sounded like a summer breeze
i was so young i could not explain
the wonderful thoughts running through my brain
i wanted to know just what your were
and father said nothing at first
but seemed to know i wanted to
know everything but instead
he went to get a book and
i tried to get my first look
i never will forget the times he read to me
he had such a dramatic way of acting out the scenes
when he read edgar allen poe's "the raven"
he scared the breath right out of me
and that is when i started
my love affair with poetry
Written by faithmairee
(Faith Elizabeth Brigham)
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EXERCISING MY DEMONS
Sick... and so goddamn tired
Of engorging my curse before the fire
Called everything from a prophet to a fucking liar
The voices will not stop
They're driving me to bedlam
Bullet to the head - straight to the top
I am exorcising
Exercising my demons
Chained... to this sinking vessel
Not screaming for help but high like a missle
Double, double toil and trouble mortar and pestle
The voices will not stop
They're driving me to bedlam
Bullet to the head - straight to the top
I am exorcising
Exercising my demons
the witch's brew
so cold and cruel
god's greatest trick
was convincing the world
that he exists
Clear... headed to the abyss
On haunted pages inked by the phantoms' kiss
I cannot kill the devil within my apocalypse
The voices will not stop
They're driving me to bedlam
Bullet to the head - straight to the top
I am exorcising
Exercising my demons
you know what they say
if you can't kll 'em
JOIN 'EM
Of engorging my curse before the fire
Called everything from a prophet to a fucking liar
The voices will not stop
They're driving me to bedlam
Bullet to the head - straight to the top
I am exorcising
Exercising my demons
Chained... to this sinking vessel
Not screaming for help but high like a missle
Double, double toil and trouble mortar and pestle
The voices will not stop
They're driving me to bedlam
Bullet to the head - straight to the top
I am exorcising
Exercising my demons
the witch's brew
so cold and cruel
god's greatest trick
was convincing the world
that he exists
Clear... headed to the abyss
On haunted pages inked by the phantoms' kiss
I cannot kill the devil within my apocalypse
The voices will not stop
They're driving me to bedlam
Bullet to the head - straight to the top
I am exorcising
Exercising my demons
you know what they say
if you can't kll 'em
JOIN 'EM
Written by HadesRising
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Related submission no longer exists.
Stand of the Warrior Poet
- Stand of the Warrior Poet -
In your eyes I see a truth that the world denies,
And in your face I see a beauty that is so pure...
Sometimes I wish I could create a true paradise,
In which people like you and I could have more.
Is it wrong to wish for a golden age of our design?
One not harmed by the ravages of modern times.
How far back would I turn the clock, if I could?
Sweet one, only as far back as you think I should.
Or perhaps forward, into an age of our creation,
Wherein the world is not in pain, and we all sing.
We have to be the architects of a grander elation,
To make this world anew, and happiness to bring.
I know sometimes your heart breaks, just like me!
Because there is only so much sorrow we can see,
Before we have to cry out until the heavens hear...
Sometimes I cry alone, and feel the agony of fear.
Even a warrior, a knight such as myself, can fall,
And in the darkness I have wandered, in sorrow...
Wondering how I can continue, to heed this call,
Sword in hand, to face the twilight of tomorrow!
Where is our Valhalla, when the fire is coming?
We must forge it from the embers of the burning,
Of a world transforming beyond all past turning.
In your eyes I am reminded of why it is I fight,
And when the struggle gets too much to bear...
I think of you, and am imbued with your light,
Overcome with joy, knowing delight most fair.
Is it wrong to wish we could have all of history?
To make anew, and create with a better dignity.
How far back would I reforge it all, if I could?
Sweet one, only as far back as you think I should.
Poetry, like music, is a mead sweet as is honey,
But I do not write to flatter, merely to say true...
Things that cannot be said otherwise in destiny,
Lest those words be filled with power long due.
Elfin girl, fairest one, for you I shall keep going,
Beyond the ending of all things, ever knowing...
That one more lovely than a Valkyrie is smiling,
As her faithful warrior poet stands fast, undying.
Let us dance, and let us sing! Together.
Let us soar on graceful wing! Forever.
In your eyes I see a truth that the world denies,
And in your face I see a beauty that is so pure...
Sometimes I wish I could create a true paradise,
In which people like you and I could have more.
Is it wrong to wish for a golden age of our design?
One not harmed by the ravages of modern times.
How far back would I turn the clock, if I could?
Sweet one, only as far back as you think I should.
Or perhaps forward, into an age of our creation,
Wherein the world is not in pain, and we all sing.
We have to be the architects of a grander elation,
To make this world anew, and happiness to bring.
I know sometimes your heart breaks, just like me!
Because there is only so much sorrow we can see,
Before we have to cry out until the heavens hear...
Sometimes I cry alone, and feel the agony of fear.
Even a warrior, a knight such as myself, can fall,
And in the darkness I have wandered, in sorrow...
Wondering how I can continue, to heed this call,
Sword in hand, to face the twilight of tomorrow!
Where is our Valhalla, when the fire is coming?
We must forge it from the embers of the burning,
Of a world transforming beyond all past turning.
In your eyes I am reminded of why it is I fight,
And when the struggle gets too much to bear...
I think of you, and am imbued with your light,
Overcome with joy, knowing delight most fair.
Is it wrong to wish we could have all of history?
To make anew, and create with a better dignity.
How far back would I reforge it all, if I could?
Sweet one, only as far back as you think I should.
Poetry, like music, is a mead sweet as is honey,
But I do not write to flatter, merely to say true...
Things that cannot be said otherwise in destiny,
Lest those words be filled with power long due.
Elfin girl, fairest one, for you I shall keep going,
Beyond the ending of all things, ever knowing...
That one more lovely than a Valkyrie is smiling,
As her faithful warrior poet stands fast, undying.
Let us dance, and let us sing! Together.
Let us soar on graceful wing! Forever.
Written by Kou_Indigo
(Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
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In Search of...
Forgiveness
The path was clear yet darkened in fear
My destination obscured in mystery
Knowing the truth would set me free
I was unsure if I would embrace honesty
Now I see it is the only way to be
When contemplating the creation of poetry
Fore had I never confessed my duplicity
None of my verse would be worth
The canvas where my heart spilled the flow of my soul
Her forgiveness enlighted the shadows ahead
Making the road never traveled before
The only course to follow to expose the inner me
The path was clear yet darkened in fear
My destination obscured in mystery
Knowing the truth would set me free
I was unsure if I would embrace honesty
Now I see it is the only way to be
When contemplating the creation of poetry
Fore had I never confessed my duplicity
None of my verse would be worth
The canvas where my heart spilled the flow of my soul
Her forgiveness enlighted the shadows ahead
Making the road never traveled before
The only course to follow to expose the inner me
Written by Poetryman
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Poetry as a Lifeline
You gave me a clean conscious and slate
To start over again. It is like everything in
My mind and things piled high on my plate
Have suddenly disappeared. You have been
There constantly through the highs, lows
And everything in between. You gave me
Every breath and you gave me every rose
When all of mine faded and died. You see
Me standing there and made me realize
That I am never alone. You are my lifeline
Day in and day out. You made me alive
When I am barely there. Like a skyline
Above my head you are there on every
Single page being the closest thing I got
To perfection. You see every core memory
I choose to share like a diary entry. I forgot
What life was like without you. So to you
I am grateful. You make my heart less blue.
To start over again. It is like everything in
My mind and things piled high on my plate
Have suddenly disappeared. You have been
There constantly through the highs, lows
And everything in between. You gave me
Every breath and you gave me every rose
When all of mine faded and died. You see
Me standing there and made me realize
That I am never alone. You are my lifeline
Day in and day out. You made me alive
When I am barely there. Like a skyline
Above my head you are there on every
Single page being the closest thing I got
To perfection. You see every core memory
I choose to share like a diary entry. I forgot
What life was like without you. So to you
I am grateful. You make my heart less blue.
Written by eswaller
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Anonymous
Experience me for I have become
I was drawn in by the way the words seemed to dance around a page.
Vivid images,
described in such a way as to communicate an experience that can really
only be perceived by the one experiencing it.
Yet there is something inside us,
something that makes us human,
that cries out
"Know me."
"See me."
"Experience what I have experienced."
It is that same desire that pushes us to carve our names into trees, walls, even bathroom stalls.
All we ever want,
as humans,
as people,
as individuals,
Is reassurance that we are not alone in this world.
And that even if someone has not seen what we've seen,
or felt what we felt,
we can tell them about all the colors that paint our skies.
And maybe,
just maybe,
we will find some colors in common after all.
Vivid images,
described in such a way as to communicate an experience that can really
only be perceived by the one experiencing it.
Yet there is something inside us,
something that makes us human,
that cries out
"Know me."
"See me."
"Experience what I have experienced."
It is that same desire that pushes us to carve our names into trees, walls, even bathroom stalls.
All we ever want,
as humans,
as people,
as individuals,
Is reassurance that we are not alone in this world.
And that even if someone has not seen what we've seen,
or felt what we felt,
we can tell them about all the colors that paint our skies.
And maybe,
just maybe,
we will find some colors in common after all.
Written by Koulouri
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The winner of this competition and any runners up were decided by public vote.
Thank you to the following members for voting:
WillowsWhimsies, PAR, Phantom2426, monovox128, fianaturie8, dimpy, Tallen, JiltedJohnny, deadwolf, Kinkpoet, stevenyprince, ReggiePoet, lepperochan, eswaller, Northern_Soul, ajay, Kii_Ahn
Thank you to the following members for voting:
WillowsWhimsies, PAR, Phantom2426, monovox128, fianaturie8, dimpy, Tallen, JiltedJohnny, deadwolf, Kinkpoet, stevenyprince, ReggiePoet, lepperochan, eswaller, Northern_Soul, ajay, Kii_Ahn
