Misery, suffering, despair, loneliness.
Awkward_Sasquatch1
Sasquatch
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Sasquatch
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Poetry Contest Description
Steel yourselves for diving into sadness. I want the most heart wrenching, tearjerkers you can give. All entries to be judged solely on how depressed I get reading them.
No cursing.
No violent, unnatural, pædophillic, or interspecies sex descriptions
No dead babies or children
No description of commiting a crime.
No politics.
No religion.(You may mention your God[s], but no theological arguments.)
No excessive gore
No racism
No sexism
No violent, unnatural, pædophillic, or interspecies sex descriptions
No dead babies or children
No description of commiting a crime.
No politics.
No religion.(You may mention your God[s], but no theological arguments.)
No excessive gore
No racism
No sexism
Grace
IDryad
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IDryad
Tyrant of Words
126
Joined 25th Aug 2011Forum Posts: 16963
A Father's lamentations
Weeping will not do you any good
You stupid son of a bitch
You have done everything against God
teaching, Faggot, you backdoor loving bastard
If you have not been born
If your mother had an abortion
To scrap you out of her womb
No, to erase you obilerate you
You would not be here
In this hospital with that tube in your face
Do you know, I looked for you every where
In the back lane of this sweltering city
Looking into descrepit houses
Into garbage dumps, praying that I
would see you there, find you
even in rags and bring you home
I prayed in churches in parks
In open spaces that I might find you
and bring you home
Even if you did not want us
You left, you little whore-man
without telling your mother
that you left with another man
a faggot he was and so are you
You never said anything to us at all
You just left, bringing us sorrow
and grief before the eventual
would that we grieve for your death
clean death, o dear God, clean
But this? This I cannot stand
How did you become this?
You were my son, so beloved of mine
I remember the first few toys I bought
Darth Vader, Godzilla, robotman
You loved them all then
although you spent your mother's
lipstick on them
The bicycle, remember it?
You painted it with pink hearts
Remember?
Remember the swing under the linden tree
where I pushed you and you sang
that song about the banana man?
Oh my son, my son what changed you?
Can I even get to understand
why you changed? Even your name?
From Billy to Bella, isn't that insane?
And here you lie, eyebrows plucked
like a thanksgiving turkey...
I cannot understand why..why?
Your face pale with oozing pustules
Your lips cracked, your eyes sunken
Your voice is gone, your hands skeletal
You breath rattles you stink of death
Oh my son my son, I will wait with you
if only I could fight the reaper with my fists
for you my son...
But no, I can't , so I bid you good rest
drink this concoction now, it will make you sleep
Nightshade will bring eternal night to you
Good night My son.
You stupid son of a bitch
You have done everything against God
teaching, Faggot, you backdoor loving bastard
If you have not been born
If your mother had an abortion
To scrap you out of her womb
No, to erase you obilerate you
You would not be here
In this hospital with that tube in your face
Do you know, I looked for you every where
In the back lane of this sweltering city
Looking into descrepit houses
Into garbage dumps, praying that I
would see you there, find you
even in rags and bring you home
I prayed in churches in parks
In open spaces that I might find you
and bring you home
Even if you did not want us
You left, you little whore-man
without telling your mother
that you left with another man
a faggot he was and so are you
You never said anything to us at all
You just left, bringing us sorrow
and grief before the eventual
would that we grieve for your death
clean death, o dear God, clean
But this? This I cannot stand
How did you become this?
You were my son, so beloved of mine
I remember the first few toys I bought
Darth Vader, Godzilla, robotman
You loved them all then
although you spent your mother's
lipstick on them
The bicycle, remember it?
You painted it with pink hearts
Remember?
Remember the swing under the linden tree
where I pushed you and you sang
that song about the banana man?
Oh my son, my son what changed you?
Can I even get to understand
why you changed? Even your name?
From Billy to Bella, isn't that insane?
And here you lie, eyebrows plucked
like a thanksgiving turkey...
I cannot understand why..why?
Your face pale with oozing pustules
Your lips cracked, your eyes sunken
Your voice is gone, your hands skeletal
You breath rattles you stink of death
Oh my son my son, I will wait with you
if only I could fight the reaper with my fists
for you my son...
But no, I can't , so I bid you good rest
drink this concoction now, it will make you sleep
Nightshade will bring eternal night to you
Good night My son.
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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PAR
PAULO ACACIO RAMOS
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PAULO ACACIO RAMOS
Dangerous Mind
20
Joined 26th May 2022Forum Posts: 296
discovering-self-love-in-coffee-foam
Betty
Forum Posts: 511
Tyrant of Words
27
Joined 8th May 2012Forum Posts: 511
Nitrogen plasma
internal hoarfrost
blackened
my sweaty fingertips
as I read
the goodbye letter
you left
in invisible ink
the frostbite
matches
the rest of me
I loved you
with this
nitrogen-steeped
heart
enough
to brave the cold
but your last hit
sprayed brittle pieces of it
on the ground
with shards
of our broken
dreams
I cut my foot on them,
as if they were glass
from a shattered snowglobe
bloody footprints
limping slowly away
are all I have left
to show you
that I believed
blackened
my sweaty fingertips
as I read
the goodbye letter
you left
in invisible ink
the frostbite
matches
the rest of me
I loved you
with this
nitrogen-steeped
heart
enough
to brave the cold
but your last hit
sprayed brittle pieces of it
on the ground
with shards
of our broken
dreams
I cut my foot on them,
as if they were glass
from a shattered snowglobe
bloody footprints
limping slowly away
are all I have left
to show you
that I believed
Written by Betty
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Learn to Fly
Such a trip,
A disservice.
To congregate words.
With no bliss.
No happiness.
No chick flicks.
Just dampen the canopy,
With mugginess.
The pools are born,
The mosquitoes swarm,
The creatures huddle,
To relieve the itch.
Another head hung low,
Looking down below,
Into the abyss.
Another classic sight,
From deadly heights.
Another illusionary trick.
To hypnotize,
The unrealized,
Being shoved off a cliff.
May the lagoon,
Deter the baboon.
Hide you from it's grip.
A head held high,
Might reach the sky,
You have to jump,
To ascend.
A disservice.
To congregate words.
With no bliss.
No happiness.
No chick flicks.
Just dampen the canopy,
With mugginess.
The pools are born,
The mosquitoes swarm,
The creatures huddle,
To relieve the itch.
Another head hung low,
Looking down below,
Into the abyss.
Another classic sight,
From deadly heights.
Another illusionary trick.
To hypnotize,
The unrealized,
Being shoved off a cliff.
May the lagoon,
Deter the baboon.
Hide you from it's grip.
A head held high,
Might reach the sky,
You have to jump,
To ascend.
Written by AfterSexDilemma
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
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Ryszard
Fire of Insight
2
Joined 12th May 2021Forum Posts: 31
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Forum Posts: 431
Lost Girl
Fire of Insight
36
Joined 16th Dec 2014 Forum Posts: 431
My deepest apologies to Grace and the rest of the poets in this competition. I was tired from personal issues and did not fully absorb the context of what I was reading and misinterpreting. I hope I did not cause any problems. Thank you so much, and again, I offer my sincerest apologies for my mistake. Thank you, Toni Scales.
toniscales
Lost Girl
Forum Posts: 431
Lost Girl
Fire of Insight
36
Joined 16th Dec 2014 Forum Posts: 431
Rose-blood
Today you almost died.
The car wrapped around you
Like silver, jagged arms
Wanting what was mine
Since you were an infant.
That's all they told me.
You were lifted from the scene
By the indifferent, whirring hands of a chopper.
I searched frantically for you,
Calling hospital after hospital,
But to no avail.
And in those few hours
I assumed the worst.
But business was happening
Frantically around me.
There was no time
To sit quietly in a grove of quiet trees
Listening to the birds and the lonesome wind
To watch butterflies flitting
And feel and know
Fully your absence
The fact I have known since the day of your birth
That I do not want to live
Without you here.
Only in the way
Of cars and phone calls and credit cards
Was I pulled from death.
Instead, I finally found you
In a white hospital bed,
Bruised and battered and stitched
Doll, the most darkly beautiful sight
I have ever seen, swollen everywhere.
Hours later, I gently wash your matted hair.
The water in the bucket turns burgundy.
And as you sleep, I walk the silver,
Silent corridors for snacks for you
But collapse in a chair
My face falling into the dark of my hands
Eyes and arms shivering
The scent of roses and your blood
Still cloying on my fingers.
The car wrapped around you
Like silver, jagged arms
Wanting what was mine
Since you were an infant.
That's all they told me.
You were lifted from the scene
By the indifferent, whirring hands of a chopper.
I searched frantically for you,
Calling hospital after hospital,
But to no avail.
And in those few hours
I assumed the worst.
But business was happening
Frantically around me.
There was no time
To sit quietly in a grove of quiet trees
Listening to the birds and the lonesome wind
To watch butterflies flitting
And feel and know
Fully your absence
The fact I have known since the day of your birth
That I do not want to live
Without you here.
Only in the way
Of cars and phone calls and credit cards
Was I pulled from death.
Instead, I finally found you
In a white hospital bed,
Bruised and battered and stitched
Doll, the most darkly beautiful sight
I have ever seen, swollen everywhere.
Hours later, I gently wash your matted hair.
The water in the bucket turns burgundy.
And as you sleep, I walk the silver,
Silent corridors for snacks for you
But collapse in a chair
My face falling into the dark of my hands
Eyes and arms shivering
The scent of roses and your blood
Still cloying on my fingers.
Written by toniscales
(Lost Girl)
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Adzy
Forum Posts: 43
Twisted Dreamer
5
Joined 13th Feb 2016 Forum Posts: 43
Omega Man
Get out of bed
Feeling undead
Trapped in the void
Inside my head
Colours turned grey
Drifting away
Not sure I'll make
Another day
Everyone's gone
Now I'm just one
Forgot the last time
I had some fun
Wish I was real
Could love and could feel
Instead I've got scars
And wounds that don't heal
Hope's running low
Wish I could go
Far from this place
To where, I don't know
No sun, just rain
Drenched in the pain
Tomorrow I start
It all again
Feeling undead
Trapped in the void
Inside my head
Colours turned grey
Drifting away
Not sure I'll make
Another day
Everyone's gone
Now I'm just one
Forgot the last time
I had some fun
Wish I was real
Could love and could feel
Instead I've got scars
And wounds that don't heal
Hope's running low
Wish I could go
Far from this place
To where, I don't know
No sun, just rain
Drenched in the pain
Tomorrow I start
It all again
Written by Adzy
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Adzy
Forum Posts: 43
Twisted Dreamer
5
Joined 13th Feb 2016 Forum Posts: 43
Dementia
I wake up in bed
My mind full of fears
Where is my wife?
Then I remember,
She's been gone for 5 years.
I get up and get dressed
Go get something to eat
Suddenly, I realise
My slippers on
The wrong
Feet.
I pop some bread in the toaster
I open the fridge door,
I try pouring some juice
But half goes on the floor.
A man comes to visit
He seems such a nice guy
When he leaves he says 'bye Dad'
But I never had a son, did I?
The reality
Is dawning
My brain's starting to cloud
In my nightmares,
I see Death
Staring coldly through his black shroud.
This time bomb is ticking
When will my sanity slip away?
I go
Downstairs and I smell
The burnt toast from yesterday.
The story is ending,
That much is plain to see
I look in the mirror
And a stranger stares back at me.
This is it, my mind's going
The end of another life
Time for me to say goodbye
But
Where is my wife?
My mind full of fears
Where is my wife?
Then I remember,
She's been gone for 5 years.
I get up and get dressed
Go get something to eat
Suddenly, I realise
My slippers on
The wrong
Feet.
I pop some bread in the toaster
I open the fridge door,
I try pouring some juice
But half goes on the floor.
A man comes to visit
He seems such a nice guy
When he leaves he says 'bye Dad'
But I never had a son, did I?
The reality
Is dawning
My brain's starting to cloud
In my nightmares,
Staring coldly through his black shroud.
This time bomb is ticking
When will my sanity slip away?
I go
Downstairs and I smell
The burnt toast from yesterday.
The story is ending,
That much is plain to see
I look in the mirror
And a stranger stares back at me.
This is it, my mind's going
The end of another life
Time for me to say goodbye
But
Where is my wife?
Written by Adzy
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AspergerPoet56
Forum Posts: 1898
Tyrant of Words
33
Joined 4th Dec 2018Forum Posts: 1898
Void Of Solitude
no solace
from these
thoughts
where obvious traps
have been
sprung
where oblivion
seems only
a fingertip away
feelings
drain
to nothing
less
aware
of rxistence
walking
over
shallow graves
striking
how dark
becomes darker
when
you fight
alone
from these
thoughts
where obvious traps
have been
sprung
where oblivion
seems only
a fingertip away
feelings
drain
to nothing
less
aware
of rxistence
walking
over
shallow graves
striking
how dark
becomes darker
when
you fight
alone
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Anonymous
Mstrmnd1923
Forum Posts: 188
Thought Provoker
4
Joined 2nd Feb 2024Forum Posts: 188
Echoes
Ashes dust off my twisted spine
And haunt the misery in me
Loving memories on my mind
Death suffocates the breath I see
I slowly escape from the then
My thoughts all tossed and turned
Tears wet my remains and descends
My soulless body dried and burned
The echoes in the silent air
Race through her tortured mind
By her side she walks I am there
Hoping again her love I'll find
Her light brown eyes look into mine
A reflection of our lives past
Our lips again kiss the first time
Wishing life this moment to last
All she has left is her memory
I'm slowly drowning in this fire
In her hands this picture of me
She holds near her hearts desire
Sorry I left you all alone
It never should have been this way
Once you realized I was gone
All those things you wanted to say
Motionless in this hell I feel
The only sounds I ever hear
This guilty pain is all too real
The echoes of your lonely tears
And haunt the misery in me
Loving memories on my mind
Death suffocates the breath I see
I slowly escape from the then
My thoughts all tossed and turned
Tears wet my remains and descends
My soulless body dried and burned
The echoes in the silent air
Race through her tortured mind
By her side she walks I am there
Hoping again her love I'll find
Her light brown eyes look into mine
A reflection of our lives past
Our lips again kiss the first time
Wishing life this moment to last
All she has left is her memory
I'm slowly drowning in this fire
In her hands this picture of me
She holds near her hearts desire
Sorry I left you all alone
It never should have been this way
Once you realized I was gone
All those things you wanted to say
Motionless in this hell I feel
The only sounds I ever hear
This guilty pain is all too real
The echoes of your lonely tears
Written by Mstrmnd1923
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Mstrmnd1923
Forum Posts: 188
Thought Provoker
4
Joined 2nd Feb 2024Forum Posts: 188
Sick Roses
Here's this beautiful bouquet of roses
My love for you my heart discloses
Full of vibrant color imagination
The center of any conversation
Red and burgundy color explosion
Symbolic of my love passion and devotion
The white roses some with pink tips
The taste of loyalty and unity on your lips
With purple roses also mixed in
Our love at first sight begins
And these unique roses of the rarest blue
You gave me this true love I never knew
This work of art is my expression
For my love of you without question
But over time the bouquet begins to fade away
Colors bleeding out leaving shades of gray
I forgot to nourish and provide life
I never proposed for you to be my wife
I didn't commit effort or put in time
To ensure you would always be mine
Now lifeless with the petals wilting
I still ignored instead of rebuilding
So the petals have all fallen to the ground
The emptiness I have with you no longer around
My devoid emotions helped push you away
Into your heart you found a new bouquet
The regret I feel as my soul decomposes
All I have left is this bouquet of sick roses
My love for you my heart discloses
Full of vibrant color imagination
The center of any conversation
Red and burgundy color explosion
Symbolic of my love passion and devotion
The white roses some with pink tips
The taste of loyalty and unity on your lips
With purple roses also mixed in
Our love at first sight begins
And these unique roses of the rarest blue
You gave me this true love I never knew
This work of art is my expression
For my love of you without question
But over time the bouquet begins to fade away
Colors bleeding out leaving shades of gray
I forgot to nourish and provide life
I never proposed for you to be my wife
I didn't commit effort or put in time
To ensure you would always be mine
Now lifeless with the petals wilting
I still ignored instead of rebuilding
So the petals have all fallen to the ground
The emptiness I have with you no longer around
My devoid emotions helped push you away
Into your heart you found a new bouquet
The regret I feel as my soul decomposes
All I have left is this bouquet of sick roses
Written by Mstrmnd1923
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