Poetry competition CLOSED 3rd June 2024 10:27am
WINNER
Solomon_Song
Solomon_Song
RUNNERS-UP:
Grace
and Ljdynamic
Headstone Epitaph
When She Met Archer
Here lies Miss Challenge Accepted.
“I’ll put the apple on my head.”
is what she said.
Then she hit the floor,
and could say no more.
Looks like fate intercepted.
“I’ll put the apple on my head.”
is what she said.
Then she hit the floor,
and could say no more.
Looks like fate intercepted.
Written by Ljdynamic
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SERENITY FIELDS
The howling winds depicts no hurricanes
The sound of rains tapping on the stones is no noise
But a reminder that in the fields,
human silence predominates,
In the fields time stand still and troubles distill
Birds hosts with lullabies to comfort and heal
As flesh decompose, a beetles' meal.
Rest and forget! The world is cruel
The gap is undefined, the bond undescribable
Reading the epitaphs reminds how temporary life is
Holding close to the souvenirs reminds how good yesterday was
Crying for you reminds how chaotic the world can be.
But in the fields is where serenity is
Rest still, freeze till
We shall and we will
These boundaries will fade, be erased
And in that beautiful canopy, a mystery, we will enter
For in it there is a life again and forever.
Written by Yousef_Alfil
(Yousef Alfil)
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Cenotaph
The midnight mind roams a midnight path
and surveys the gamut of its glory
be it ever so nice or full of wrath
as hard as stone from the Devil's quarry
which is always useful for crypt and tomb
should you desire lasting epitaphs
or preserve a final nom de plume...
which may elicit lingering laughs
whereby my fans may reliably know
that when poets remain awake at night
they see what the universe has to show,
since darkness betrays all sources of light
and blue diurnal static makes opaque
the boundless beams of a cosmic...
DAYBREAK !!!
and surveys the gamut of its glory
be it ever so nice or full of wrath
as hard as stone from the Devil's quarry
which is always useful for crypt and tomb
should you desire lasting epitaphs
or preserve a final nom de plume...
which may elicit lingering laughs
whereby my fans may reliably know
that when poets remain awake at night
they see what the universe has to show,
since darkness betrays all sources of light
and blue diurnal static makes opaque
the boundless beams of a cosmic...
DAYBREAK !!!
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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Undercroft
There is no better place to be,
than at a MIDNIGHT...there or here,
where awesome shadows let us see,
the specter...of a SONNETEER !!
than at a MIDNIGHT...there or here,
where awesome shadows let us see,
the specter...of a SONNETEER !!
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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Tombstone 2..My Epitaph
Here lies my remnants and all that remains
The remains of my life freed from the chains
Chains that shackled me to all my mistakes
Mistakes that left my future in its wake
A future that could have been my life lived
A life lived that death could never forgive
Forgiveness answered, I lie here beneath
Beneath this emptiness where I still breathe
A breath of hope for a new beginning
A beginning that's now never ending
Ending my nightmare of terrors and screams
Screams that were silenced by these lucid dreams
My dreams filled with peace and serenity
Peace that now consumes my eternity
The remains of my life freed from the chains
Chains that shackled me to all my mistakes
Mistakes that left my future in its wake
A future that could have been my life lived
A life lived that death could never forgive
Forgiveness answered, I lie here beneath
Beneath this emptiness where I still breathe
A breath of hope for a new beginning
A beginning that's now never ending
Ending my nightmare of terrors and screams
Screams that were silenced by these lucid dreams
My dreams filled with peace and serenity
Peace that now consumes my eternity
Written by Mstrmnd1923
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Anniversary
Every year, it comes
unbeknownst
that quiet hour of passing
that date awaiting etching to
marble memory
and I
oblivious to finality
marching, marching, marching,
my matters to attend
I do not bend
to notice
nor pause consideration
to the end
This graceful anniversary
shall come reversed
no wine
no candles
and unrehearsed
Written by DampKitten
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Forever
I’ve lived my life
as living goes
and this is what I know…
That flowers wave
to wind
That branches bend
and sometimes break
beneath the weight of snow
That love will come
and go
Forever has an end
Written by DampKitten
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The Death of Poets
Is it any wonder how writers,
even so young -
their faces tight and bright with sun,
their eyes agleam -
how yet they still succumb
to emptiness?
Their faucets dripping dry;
an empty sky,
no air; nowhere to run,
no thoughts to dream?
Then, let the bullets fly.
Let blades invade the vital stream.
Let souls depart.
And in ascension seem
to find their heart
Written by DampKitten
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A dream of eternal rest
I dream oF eternal rest
Departure from skin
Vision
forever hinged .
(In Darkness)
SurrOunded of satin
And A Rectangle
of silence.
blankets
of dirt
and of stones
A pillow
for bones.
A Dusting oF
once was
A future of past
And a
story
To
an
End.
Remember
the best
No worries
No guess
I dream of Eternal rest.
Departure from skin
Vision
forever hinged .
(In Darkness)
SurrOunded of satin
And A Rectangle
of silence.
blankets
of dirt
and of stones
A pillow
for bones.
A Dusting oF
once was
A future of past
And a
story
To
an
End.
Remember
the best
No worries
No guess
I dream of Eternal rest.
Written by jigg82
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Thank you and Good Night
He rhymed like he was running out of time
Trying to leave something worth behind
Something
To remember him by
With memories of love, kindness and empathy
And not just for this epitaph
Just know that
He lived to make others laugh
Thank you and Good Night
Written by wallyroo92
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Opon a old gravestone
Where I lay, now rambling roses play
Up Cyprus boughs on summer days
Amongst autumn leaves and hedgehog trails
White winter snow laden or sudden hail
To spring flowers nodding in warmer winds
I lie here in deep silence among my kin
Year upon year I will wait for you
Till one day you'll lay in this garden too
Up Cyprus boughs on summer days
Amongst autumn leaves and hedgehog trails
White winter snow laden or sudden hail
To spring flowers nodding in warmer winds
I lie here in deep silence among my kin
Year upon year I will wait for you
Till one day you'll lay in this garden too
Written by Jezkeebs
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