Poetry competition CLOSED 21st May 2024 00:01am
WINNER
Isgyppie_ (L.C. McQuillen)
Isgyppie_ (L.C. McQuillen)
The poem unwritten
Biosemiosis
in nature there is a poem unwritten
conversation had through root systems
about the nature of itself, smitten
with all of life’s pulsing rhythms
the psalm of melodious birdsong
or show of a soulmate dancing along
life as we know it witnesses, each dawn
what is unspoken from mother to fawn
lives entangled together in chaos
words woven upon a bed of damp moss
poetry, a hymn among woodland gods
from forest river to mountain tops
from sun-kissed fields lit up bright
to the dark depths of ocean’s dive
the song of heaven’s miraculous life
this poem unwritten is nature, divine
Written by nightbirdblue
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The Poem Unwritten
The poem unwritten
Emotion to be spilled
A purposeful intention
Still yet unfulfilled
The poem unwritten
Holds captive hopes and dreams
Rage and anger dwell there too
Trapped in silent screams
The poem unwritten
Begging to be heard
Feelings stuck in limbo
Waiting to be put to word
The poem unwritten
No greater tragedy
Let it flow onto the page
Set your spirit free
Don't leave the poem unwritten
Emotion to be spilled
A purposeful intention
Still yet unfulfilled
The poem unwritten
Holds captive hopes and dreams
Rage and anger dwell there too
Trapped in silent screams
The poem unwritten
Begging to be heard
Feelings stuck in limbo
Waiting to be put to word
The poem unwritten
No greater tragedy
Let it flow onto the page
Set your spirit free
Don't leave the poem unwritten
Written by The_Darkness_Insid
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Left Unwritten
The poem unwritten
As I put the pen to paper.
As I close my eyes all
I can picture is you,
My muse and knight.
All the spilled emotions
And feelings I try to hide
From everyone else.
But you and the paper
Know all my secrets.
You read me like you
Read my poems, able
To grasp everything I say
And do not say out loud.
You and I are like
The poem unwritten.
As I put the pen to paper.
As I close my eyes all
I can picture is you,
My muse and knight.
All the spilled emotions
And feelings I try to hide
From everyone else.
But you and the paper
Know all my secrets.
You read me like you
Read my poems, able
To grasp everything I say
And do not say out loud.
You and I are like
The poem unwritten.
Written by eswaller
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The Poem Unwritten
The poem unwritten unravels in my dreams
A swirling of light, colors, things unseen
Experiences of floating and drifting by
People I haven’t known
In strange places I haven’t arrived
The poem unwritten unravels each night
And in my subconscious I pledge to remember this time
The epic feeling of a twisted world
The adventure of unlimited swirls
Of fantasy and fiction
But each day I wake the promised dreams
turn into forgotten reality of the poem unwritten
A swirling of light, colors, things unseen
Experiences of floating and drifting by
People I haven’t known
In strange places I haven’t arrived
The poem unwritten unravels each night
And in my subconscious I pledge to remember this time
The epic feeling of a twisted world
The adventure of unlimited swirls
Of fantasy and fiction
But each day I wake the promised dreams
turn into forgotten reality of the poem unwritten
Written by Isgyppie_
(L.C. McQuillen)
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Words Yet Written
The poem unwritten
lives in your lips
as they touch upon mine
whispering my name
on winds
on seas
where we are.
And so
I return
what you give--
the gaze
the caress
the every thought of you
that takes over
each day.
I cannot speak,
I have lost my voice
myself
the world
In your fingertips
that play me
like your guitar.
Words can wait
while I give in
to everything you want
creating
breathing
something new
unknown
that demands
to become
the poem unwritten.
lives in your lips
as they touch upon mine
whispering my name
on winds
on seas
where we are.
And so
I return
what you give--
the gaze
the caress
the every thought of you
that takes over
each day.
I cannot speak,
I have lost my voice
myself
the world
In your fingertips
that play me
like your guitar.
Words can wait
while I give in
to everything you want
creating
breathing
something new
unknown
that demands
to become
the poem unwritten.
Written by MadameLavender
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Now it's written
The poem unwritten
Has ideas and thoughts,
but no words
A masterpiece kept hidden
this one's for the birds
The poem unwritten
Has ideas and thoughts,
but no words
A masterpiece kept hidden
this one's for the birds
The poem unwritten
Written by Vision_of_insanity
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Words Gathered
Words gathered into the poem unwritten
Out of his mind and onto the sheet
How he ached to describe her skin
She melted his heart, his blood began
to heat.
The words he wanted to write
Complimented and teased
His thoughts of her, ravishing and tasting
Eyes closed as his writing had ceased.
Listening to her laughter in his mind
Years from now he would still love
This woman who had become his wife
In sickness and in health from God above
Laying his pen down he left the poem
unwritten.
Out of his mind and onto the sheet
How he ached to describe her skin
She melted his heart, his blood began
to heat.
The words he wanted to write
Complimented and teased
His thoughts of her, ravishing and tasting
Eyes closed as his writing had ceased.
Listening to her laughter in his mind
Years from now he would still love
This woman who had become his wife
In sickness and in health from God above
Laying his pen down he left the poem
unwritten.
Written by QuinnARichardson
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The Unwritten Poem
They had fought all day over the poem
unwritten.
She had believed it to be a letter
A letter to another girl besides her
He had known the other, way before he
had met her.
The jealousy she felt to know that he had
Put words and feelings on paper down
Brought tears to her eyes as she felt
Betrayed and hurt as she made no sound.
Looking up at him with eyes opened wide
Love and sorrow shined bright
How could he feel this way she thought
Gathering her things to leave his sight
He grabbed her arm to say a word
To show her that she was the one he
sought
He loathed fighting with her
She should know he loved her he thought
He placed her on his knee and kissed her face
Baby, you are the one I want to love in the
night
My arms want to hold you each day
He opened the paper to stop the fight
To show her his love in actions and not in
the poem unwritten.
unwritten.
She had believed it to be a letter
A letter to another girl besides her
He had known the other, way before he
had met her.
The jealousy she felt to know that he had
Put words and feelings on paper down
Brought tears to her eyes as she felt
Betrayed and hurt as she made no sound.
Looking up at him with eyes opened wide
Love and sorrow shined bright
How could he feel this way she thought
Gathering her things to leave his sight
He grabbed her arm to say a word
To show her that she was the one he
sought
He loathed fighting with her
She should know he loved her he thought
He placed her on his knee and kissed her face
Baby, you are the one I want to love in the
night
My arms want to hold you each day
He opened the paper to stop the fight
To show her his love in actions and not in
the poem unwritten.
Written by QuinnARichardson
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Ode to Gen X
The poem unwritten, words rarely expressed
not ever the host, never asked to be guest
in your childhood, left feral, uncared for, discarded
tending to self, armed in latch-keys; unguarded
Apologetic, serene, your work-ethic on par
you cover your bruises, aware of your scars
where your face is forgotten you lead with your eyes
an adult at eight, and at fifty you rise
to the rather oblivious; your plans laid backstage
preparing for battle, persevering with age
you survive in your values; placid, hard-bitten.
Ode to you, X: let not your poem be unwritten.
not ever the host, never asked to be guest
in your childhood, left feral, uncared for, discarded
tending to self, armed in latch-keys; unguarded
Apologetic, serene, your work-ethic on par
you cover your bruises, aware of your scars
where your face is forgotten you lead with your eyes
an adult at eight, and at fifty you rise
to the rather oblivious; your plans laid backstage
preparing for battle, persevering with age
you survive in your values; placid, hard-bitten.
Ode to you, X: let not your poem be unwritten.
Written by ursa
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unrepentant wisdom
a rhymed, mirrored octet with a coda
the
poem
unwritten,
battling darkness,
languishing for light,
unrepentant w i s d o m
that could heal a broken world!
let its lyrics fill the pages
of inconsequential sages;
let its eloquence unfold
in the verseless kingdom
of this sultry night.
for the starkness
full smitten,
solemn,
free
the
poem
unwritten.
© Copyright 2024 April 28
by cab♫
the
poem
unwritten,
battling darkness,
languishing for light,
unrepentant w i s d o m
that could heal a broken world!
let its lyrics fill the pages
of inconsequential sages;
let its eloquence unfold
in the verseless kingdom
of this sultry night.
for the starkness
full smitten,
solemn,
free
the
poem
unwritten.
© Copyright 2024 April 28
by cab♫
Written by cabcool
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The Poem Unwritten
The poem unwritten.
Harms left undone.
Our souls unsaved
By a faith now shunned.
The kisses I missed.
The loves not made.
The songs not sung
Left this boy not laid.
My world undone
By a love forbidden.
Now all that’s left?
The poem unwritten.
Harms left undone.
Our souls unsaved
By a faith now shunned.
The kisses I missed.
The loves not made.
The songs not sung
Left this boy not laid.
My world undone
By a love forbidden.
Now all that’s left?
The poem unwritten.
Written by LostViking
(Lost Viking)
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White Ink
The poem unwritten
has me smitten.
Curious of what it would say
on a day like today.
When I am at my worst
and the first
thing on my mind upon waking
is taking
on more hours of sleep.
I keep
dozing off between thoughts.
I have been caught
and cradled by depression.
Tears gather as my expression
because I cannot speak.
I am too weak
to pick up a pen
and write again.
Inspiration has not bitten,
leaving the poem unwritten.
has me smitten.
Curious of what it would say
on a day like today.
When I am at my worst
and the first
thing on my mind upon waking
is taking
on more hours of sleep.
I keep
dozing off between thoughts.
I have been caught
and cradled by depression.
Tears gather as my expression
because I cannot speak.
I am too weak
to pick up a pen
and write again.
Inspiration has not bitten,
leaving the poem unwritten.
Written by Ljdynamic
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