Poetry competition CLOSED 19th June 2024 9:20pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
Grace
Tell me about your morning
With Eyes to See
Beyond the orange lid of my eyes
lies a summer sunrise
sticky as an egg yoke
ready to burst
The mountain’s silhouette
becomes outlined in neon red
Across this distant room
my cat purrs
In her dreams
she is once again Egyptian
a goddess worshiped
by thin fingers of light
through the window
stroking her calico fur
Outside, a cacophony of birds
break the stillness
I know each voice by heart
Squirrels scold one another
while spiraling around
the old pin oak
and the neighbor’s fan belt
squeals as it’s forced to move
through the neighborhood
Much like my body
creaking as a stairwell
that may fall through
any given moment
This is the fingerprint
of daily aging
the physicality of wearing out
and losing value
After years of waking
imagery becomes embossed
as braille across the heart
The daily story of us
is a shroud of experience
filled with light and debris
Without any further need
to open our eyes to see
lies a summer sunrise
sticky as an egg yoke
ready to burst
The mountain’s silhouette
becomes outlined in neon red
Across this distant room
my cat purrs
In her dreams
she is once again Egyptian
a goddess worshiped
by thin fingers of light
through the window
stroking her calico fur
Outside, a cacophony of birds
break the stillness
I know each voice by heart
Squirrels scold one another
while spiraling around
the old pin oak
and the neighbor’s fan belt
squeals as it’s forced to move
through the neighborhood
Much like my body
creaking as a stairwell
that may fall through
any given moment
This is the fingerprint
of daily aging
the physicality of wearing out
and losing value
After years of waking
imagery becomes embossed
as braille across the heart
The daily story of us
is a shroud of experience
filled with light and debris
Without any further need
to open our eyes to see
Written by Ahavati
(Tams)
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Anonymous
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Early Morning Piss
She woke up in the middle of the night
maybe 4:35 am
she needed to pee
he then got the urge to pee
he waited near the closed bathroom door until she was finished
when she opened the door, he punched her straight into her face
she fell backwards into the shower glass doors
her body fell into the tub
she was cut severely on her leg and torso
blood was all over the shattered glass, tub and bathroom floor
a crime scene has officially happened within seconds
maybe she'll bleed to death, maybe she won't
didn't matter
he knew what he was going to do next
he went to pee and decided to go back to bed
maybe 4:35 am
she needed to pee
he then got the urge to pee
he waited near the closed bathroom door until she was finished
when she opened the door, he punched her straight into her face
she fell backwards into the shower glass doors
her body fell into the tub
she was cut severely on her leg and torso
blood was all over the shattered glass, tub and bathroom floor
a crime scene has officially happened within seconds
maybe she'll bleed to death, maybe she won't
didn't matter
he knew what he was going to do next
he went to pee and decided to go back to bed
Written by Vision_of_insanity
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Smiling at the waves
Yet again, we meet the day and night
Time runs through me
as everything stops
Nature stops
Wilderness stops
to await the dawn
Here
Now
I open the tent and you’re smiling inside
You ask me if I wanna go swim
I’ve never wanted anything else, I say
Time runs through me
as everything stops
Nature stops
Wilderness stops
to await the dawn
Here
Now
I open the tent and you’re smiling inside
You ask me if I wanna go swim
I’ve never wanted anything else, I say
Written by luddep
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Your Lips
In damp sleep
of our warm bed,
I awoke upon
two sweet tasting
morning pillows.
of our warm bed,
I awoke upon
two sweet tasting
morning pillows.
Written by gothicsurrealism
(Daniel Long)
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