Poetry competition CLOSED 19th June 2024 10:20pm
Tell me about your morning
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Poetry or prose about a morning you've had. Good or bad.
Tell me about your morning. Good, bad, boring, busy, crazy... whatever it is, I want to know.
Thanks to Ahavati for prompting me to make this comp, based on my poem 7:43am
~7:43am~
4:49am
I woke up too early
couldn't get back to sleep
cause I lost my PJ pants
during the night
and couldn't be bothered
to get up and try and find them
lost between the bed sheets and the floor
5:56am
Get body slammed
by my four year old
with the cries of
"Mummy wake up"
before he gets tangled
on his way out of
his own PJs
and pisses on the carpet
cause it was easier
for him to piss in an
over-full nappy
than make it to the toilet
6:02am
Why does the kettle
always take so long to fucking boil
it's cold and all my socks
are in the dryer on the other side
of the house
so it's hot coffee and cold toes
before I drag my blankets
to the couch
7:24am
Kiddo dropped the new heater
and now it tings and smells
like burning metal
and I'm screaming about
new things and money
and how I can't have
fucking anything nice
while he looks at me
going "no screaming"
cause all he wanted to do
was fiddle with the heater knobs
and all I want is to not be cold
and for anything to last
more than a week
before succumbing to
curious hands that can't understand
that we're supposed to look
with eyes not hands
7:29am
I have completely lost the calm
I didn't have to begin with
and I'm hunting down my meds
that I've somehow misplaced
and can't find in the chaos
of the kitchen
And I wonder if this is what
my mother feels like
when she wakes up
and breaks the dishes
But that's not relevant
cause if I don't find these meds
I'm gonna punch a wall
a window
my fucking self
I don't even know
as I tear apart the pantry
edging a rage filled panic attack
that's gonna have me
crying on the floor
in 3...2...
found them
7:43
Dose myself
and pray I don't break something
before this medication kicks in
Is it too late
to turn this day around?
1000 words max, please. No novellas.
1 entry per person.
2 weeks.
No erotica.
Have fun
Thanks to Ahavati for prompting me to make this comp, based on my poem 7:43am
~7:43am~
4:49am
I woke up too early
couldn't get back to sleep
cause I lost my PJ pants
during the night
and couldn't be bothered
to get up and try and find them
lost between the bed sheets and the floor
5:56am
Get body slammed
by my four year old
with the cries of
"Mummy wake up"
before he gets tangled
on his way out of
his own PJs
and pisses on the carpet
cause it was easier
for him to piss in an
over-full nappy
than make it to the toilet
6:02am
Why does the kettle
always take so long to fucking boil
it's cold and all my socks
are in the dryer on the other side
of the house
so it's hot coffee and cold toes
before I drag my blankets
to the couch
7:24am
Kiddo dropped the new heater
and now it tings and smells
like burning metal
and I'm screaming about
new things and money
and how I can't have
fucking anything nice
while he looks at me
going "no screaming"
cause all he wanted to do
was fiddle with the heater knobs
and all I want is to not be cold
and for anything to last
more than a week
before succumbing to
curious hands that can't understand
that we're supposed to look
with eyes not hands
7:29am
I have completely lost the calm
I didn't have to begin with
and I'm hunting down my meds
that I've somehow misplaced
and can't find in the chaos
of the kitchen
And I wonder if this is what
my mother feels like
when she wakes up
and breaks the dishes
But that's not relevant
cause if I don't find these meds
I'm gonna punch a wall
a window
my fucking self
I don't even know
as I tear apart the pantry
edging a rage filled panic attack
that's gonna have me
crying on the floor
in 3...2...
found them
7:43
Dose myself
and pray I don't break something
before this medication kicks in
Is it too late
to turn this day around?
1000 words max, please. No novellas.
1 entry per person.
2 weeks.
No erotica.
Have fun
Anonymous
Bad Rooster
Cock-A-Doodle-Doo
Yes I still remember you
Every morning before the sun
I hope you're ready to run
Because your head is mine
No more annoying sunrise
I don't want to know the time
Please stop this hate crime
Deep inside you know you're wrong
Silence is where you don't belong
No more Cock-A-Doodle-Dooing song
Why not chill and smoke a bong?
Cock-A-Doodle-Doo
Yes I still remember you
Every morning before the sun
I hope you're ready to run
Yes I still remember you
Every morning before the sun
I hope you're ready to run
Because your head is mine
No more annoying sunrise
I don't want to know the time
Please stop this hate crime
Deep inside you know you're wrong
Silence is where you don't belong
No more Cock-A-Doodle-Dooing song
Why not chill and smoke a bong?
Cock-A-Doodle-Doo
Yes I still remember you
Every morning before the sun
I hope you're ready to run
Anonymous
(#1) Bright Blue Walls
‘Hey.. what are you after?’ She says
and I tell her who I’m here to see
as she buzzes me into the building
she’s a carbon copy of me
septum ring, awkwardly dressed
stick in her right hand
as we catch the lift together
stand cramped in an oblong box
as a door slides open
releasing us out into the world.
The place is like Fort Knox
as we talk through more intercoms
and it makes sense when I think
about the clientele
all the battered souls of the world
reaching for their last shred of hope.
She makes me tea in a paper cup
while I read framed quotes
about worth and beauty
and I wonder if that’s me at all
as lift bitch calls me through
she’s my counsellor now
introduces herself
pulls her baggy top down
over her threadbare skirt
explains about confidentiality
asks what I want from the session
and I don’t know in truth
I don’t know why I’m here
in these bright, blue walls
but I know I want it to end
the noise in my head
how it’s so fucking loud
thinking of 15 years ago
as if it’s still fresh
every thought
every wound
every word.
We talk for a while
I tell her what happened
and I feel it rise
that strange darkness
I push down into myself
to feel safe
because
I don’t want to let it out
to wreak havoc on myself
to Godzilla a fucking town.
I note details of that quiet room
a coaster with a fern leaf
a box of Kleenex
that plant that seems to exist
in all therapy rooms such as this
as if it’s calming
but it’s not calming
it’s crooked
with decaying edges
and in need of love.
Maybe it angered me
because I saw myself there
a plant
a buried root system
confined to a large pot
in a hot room
talking about my
fucking inability
to stand straight
and it comes out of me
pours out of me like a dam
that broke after an epic storm
this violent version of love
the guilt I feel
it goes on
and on
and on.
When the session ends
I reverse Fort Knox
the oblong box
the buzzing of a door
sit in a cafe
with an oat milk hot chocolate
watch people float down the street
without memories
working with purpose
with meaning
must be nice
Anonymous
Morning Rain
Morning rain on the darkened pane
sliding off my memories
of those lonely yesteryears
my remembrance
as rain washing off dirt
encrusted on perceived love
twisted in trust and faith
there would be other rainy mornings
when tears mingled with the showers
to land and invigorate the grass
to melt hardened resolves
as frost on a summer day
breathing on not wanting to know
to feel to see to speak
enforced tranquility of aloneness
unfeeling
living was merely breathing
then Words like little raindrops
fell one by one on a dead soul
the lifeless seed quivered
growth of hope on blackened
bulb, stubs of faith appeared
“It is raining this morning, My Angel!”
“That’s good, My Love, Rain cools…”
sliding off my memories
of those lonely yesteryears
my remembrance
as rain washing off dirt
encrusted on perceived love
twisted in trust and faith
there would be other rainy mornings
when tears mingled with the showers
to land and invigorate the grass
to melt hardened resolves
as frost on a summer day
breathing on not wanting to know
to feel to see to speak
enforced tranquility of aloneness
unfeeling
living was merely breathing
then Words like little raindrops
fell one by one on a dead soul
the lifeless seed quivered
growth of hope on blackened
bulb, stubs of faith appeared
“It is raining this morning, My Angel!”
“That’s good, My Love, Rain cools…”
Anonymous
Before The Dawn
Awake at 4 am
every day whether I need to be
or not.
My 5 cats roll off the bed
and trot downstairs
to await their breakfast.
Must pee first
then feed them
scoop the crap and piss balls
from their litter boxes.
Pack lunch for the day
have my own breakfast
wash the dishes
then shower with 2 of the cats
in there with me...
(not kidding.... they love water)
On the road by 6 am
45 minute drive
arrive at work, 6:45
and bring the laboratory to life
Run system checks
and quality control
on all the machines
in time for the hoarde of patient blood samples
to start zipping in
through the pneumatic tube
8 am, on the dot.
And so it goes
for the rest of a 10 hour shift.
every day whether I need to be
or not.
My 5 cats roll off the bed
and trot downstairs
to await their breakfast.
Must pee first
then feed them
scoop the crap and piss balls
from their litter boxes.
Pack lunch for the day
have my own breakfast
wash the dishes
then shower with 2 of the cats
in there with me...
(not kidding.... they love water)
On the road by 6 am
45 minute drive
arrive at work, 6:45
and bring the laboratory to life
Run system checks
and quality control
on all the machines
in time for the hoarde of patient blood samples
to start zipping in
through the pneumatic tube
8 am, on the dot.
And so it goes
for the rest of a 10 hour shift.
Anonymous
A cold brewing.
Summer past
Months were
Listening to
Melody of
Presley.
Dog barks
At wind cold
Brings chills.
Summers in
Morning poems
In bedroom
Cold in pages.
Whites and red
in sheet
Brings caps
To call
For the first
Day of duty.
Months were
Listening to
Melody of
Presley.
Dog barks
At wind cold
Brings chills.
Summers in
Morning poems
In bedroom
Cold in pages.
Whites and red
in sheet
Brings caps
To call
For the first
Day of duty.
Anonymous
Mornings
I wonder what its like
To wake up looking forward to what a new day brings
To feel refreshed and ready to take on the world
Seeing the sun shining around the edges of the blackout curtains as a beacon of hope
Instead of a stark reminder of having to push through another day
Another day
Of surviving rather than living
Of an unrelenting desire to stop being
Fighting not to give in to what is wanted the most
Every fucking second
The battle never stops
A war raging inside
While navigating through the monotony and playing a role
Hiding what lies right beneath the surface
No one knows
How Im barely holding on
How thin that line is between the person standing before them flashing a pained smile
And the one that is being lowered into the ground, no longer fighting for a cause that he doesn't believe in
To wake up looking forward to what a new day brings
To feel refreshed and ready to take on the world
Seeing the sun shining around the edges of the blackout curtains as a beacon of hope
Instead of a stark reminder of having to push through another day
Another day
Of surviving rather than living
Of an unrelenting desire to stop being
Fighting not to give in to what is wanted the most
Every fucking second
The battle never stops
A war raging inside
While navigating through the monotony and playing a role
Hiding what lies right beneath the surface
No one knows
How Im barely holding on
How thin that line is between the person standing before them flashing a pained smile
And the one that is being lowered into the ground, no longer fighting for a cause that he doesn't believe in
Anonymous
Monday Morning
I woke up before dawn in a confused state of mind
And I stayed awake until daylight
It was a Monday morning and I had nothing to do
I couldn't cope with the trials of life anymore
Contentious people kept looking for trouble
I wanted to find happiness and serenity even for a day
So I left home in a hurry for a long walk
It was the first time I forgot to wear a mask
I bought one from a female vendor on the roadside
My shadow was right under my feet
I wasn't sure where I was going,
But I had to go somewhere to meditate
I was walking aimlessly in the hot sun
Lots of vehicles drove past me along the way
I walked a few miles until I ended up at the park
There were many settings from which to choose
I sat on a hard bench near the walkway
A strong cool wind was blowing from the east
The limbs of the trees were shaking
I relaxed in the shade of the Bauhinia x Blakeana
A number of people were in the park
Some were sitting by themselves
Others were sitting in twos and in groups
Children were playing everywhere
And there was a peaceful atmosphere
The lawn was covered with beautiful crabgrass
Oil palms were waving in the wind
I felt like writing something while I was there
And I wrote this poem about my experience
I spent exactly four hours in the park
The time slipped away faster than I expected
I didn't intend to leave the location so soon,
But I left when I received a phone call from someone
And I stayed awake until daylight
It was a Monday morning and I had nothing to do
I couldn't cope with the trials of life anymore
Contentious people kept looking for trouble
I wanted to find happiness and serenity even for a day
So I left home in a hurry for a long walk
It was the first time I forgot to wear a mask
I bought one from a female vendor on the roadside
My shadow was right under my feet
I wasn't sure where I was going,
But I had to go somewhere to meditate
I was walking aimlessly in the hot sun
Lots of vehicles drove past me along the way
I walked a few miles until I ended up at the park
There were many settings from which to choose
I sat on a hard bench near the walkway
A strong cool wind was blowing from the east
The limbs of the trees were shaking
I relaxed in the shade of the Bauhinia x Blakeana
A number of people were in the park
Some were sitting by themselves
Others were sitting in twos and in groups
Children were playing everywhere
And there was a peaceful atmosphere
The lawn was covered with beautiful crabgrass
Oil palms were waving in the wind
I felt like writing something while I was there
And I wrote this poem about my experience
I spent exactly four hours in the park
The time slipped away faster than I expected
I didn't intend to leave the location so soon,
But I left when I received a phone call from someone
Anonymous
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
Anonymous
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
Anonymous
Thoughts on a Saturday Morning
I sit on the porch at 5 am
brewed too-strong caramel pecan coffee
too much cream and sugar
like I prefer it
it's quiet but cars on their way to work
are already disrupting this
I am
a bizarre surge of energy
the caffeine exacerbates
I want to write a poem
shower and put on a long floral dress
do my makeup with utter precision
and feel utterly beautiful
though I am anything but
walk swiftly to the edge of the property
where the sprawling oak meets the country road
wave excitedly at passersby
while the wind whips at my flowing flowery dress
hop in the car and go save animals
and children
something, anything to run away from
this emptiness
that reminds me of who I really am
the anomaly that is me
different from others
though I always wished it were not so
and not deserving of love
or happiness
but something within me stills
even my hands retract
because once a brilliant poet I know
said to let a poem stew for a day or two
even a week
not to manifest oneself too early
though I have never been successful at this
and he publishes prolifically
while at best I am
an accidental poet
so I'll go back to bed
begin again in a few hours
but this time paint myself
slowly and methodically
not splatter myself
upon the world
I only hope
I don't stop breathing in my sleep
and miss out on the chance to do
something truly
and furiously beautiful
with this strange, sad canvas
of a life I was given
brewed too-strong caramel pecan coffee
too much cream and sugar
like I prefer it
it's quiet but cars on their way to work
are already disrupting this
I am
a bizarre surge of energy
the caffeine exacerbates
I want to write a poem
shower and put on a long floral dress
do my makeup with utter precision
and feel utterly beautiful
though I am anything but
walk swiftly to the edge of the property
where the sprawling oak meets the country road
wave excitedly at passersby
while the wind whips at my flowing flowery dress
hop in the car and go save animals
and children
something, anything to run away from
this emptiness
that reminds me of who I really am
the anomaly that is me
different from others
though I always wished it were not so
and not deserving of love
or happiness
but something within me stills
even my hands retract
because once a brilliant poet I know
said to let a poem stew for a day or two
even a week
not to manifest oneself too early
though I have never been successful at this
and he publishes prolifically
while at best I am
an accidental poet
so I'll go back to bed
begin again in a few hours
but this time paint myself
slowly and methodically
not splatter myself
upon the world
I only hope
I don't stop breathing in my sleep
and miss out on the chance to do
something truly
and furiously beautiful
with this strange, sad canvas
of a life I was given
Anonymous
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
Anonymous
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.
Anonymous
My Morning
Get up in the morning before the sunrise
before the alarm goes off
before my eyes even open
I sit there my legs dangling off the bed
Waiting for everything to catch up to my awakened mind.
Once I can open my eyes
I go get my clothes, put them on
I go brush my teeth and from there comb my hair.
Put a little liner in my eyes and say in the mirror.
“Another day we got this”
I go out there and as I go down the elevator
Do a little prayer that I make it home that day.
Because the city has gone back to wild, wild west, and I am just armed with a spray.
Go to work to help those who need the help and those who don't.
I get angry eyes
I get sad eyes
I get wails and tears
I get hugs and there are times I have to give a hug.
Even though I just don't have my light to give that day.
At the end of the day.
I look at everybody with a smile and wish them safe travels.
I trudge my way right back through the wild, wild west.
I hope with all the crowds and the noise
someone doesn't decide that I'm just a perfect target.
To either snatch, cut, or shoot because the city is not always safe, but it is my home.
I walk from the train to my home
go back on the elevator.
Hope, I don't get stuck to be rescued by the fire department yet again
Go through the door lock it
That's my day
before the alarm goes off
before my eyes even open
I sit there my legs dangling off the bed
Waiting for everything to catch up to my awakened mind.
Once I can open my eyes
I go get my clothes, put them on
I go brush my teeth and from there comb my hair.
Put a little liner in my eyes and say in the mirror.
“Another day we got this”
I go out there and as I go down the elevator
Do a little prayer that I make it home that day.
Because the city has gone back to wild, wild west, and I am just armed with a spray.
Go to work to help those who need the help and those who don't.
I get angry eyes
I get sad eyes
I get wails and tears
I get hugs and there are times I have to give a hug.
Even though I just don't have my light to give that day.
At the end of the day.
I look at everybody with a smile and wish them safe travels.
I trudge my way right back through the wild, wild west.
I hope with all the crowds and the noise
someone doesn't decide that I'm just a perfect target.
To either snatch, cut, or shoot because the city is not always safe, but it is my home.
I walk from the train to my home
go back on the elevator.
Hope, I don't get stuck to be rescued by the fire department yet again
Go through the door lock it
That's my day
Anonymous
Mornings Episode
My life greets the dawn, weary from the night,
For my eyes shut tight as darkness embraced the light.
With a sense of defeat, I face the coming day,
And the endless doubt returns, never far away.
For if I spoke the words of parting in sorrow’s shade,
You closed the door, my love, and with my soul, you strayed.
Why won't you restore my strength?
Why don't you come to reclaim your love?
For every chapter you grant me, I gasp through the scars,
With every departure, you stretch the distance, time, and my heart's jagged edges.
Why don't we begin anew, despite this fragile start?
I've attempted all, even loving in foreign arms, my delicate one,
But my voice chokes, unable to speak their name without your shadow.
Even my cherished solitude, once a comfort when you were gone,
Now shouts at me in the mirror, blaming me for your departure.
For if I uttered the bitter farewell in the night's embrace,
You sealed the door, my love, and with it, took my soul's grace.
Why won't you restore my strength?
Why don't you come to reclaim your love?
For every chapter you grant me, I gasp through the scars,
With every departure, you stretch the distance, time, and my heart's jagged edges.
Why don't we begin anew, despite this fragile start?
Why won't you restore my strength?
Why don't you come to reclaim your love?
Why won't you deceive my heart, extinguish the pain, and return my soul?
Why won't you restore my strength?
Why don't you come to reclaim your love?
For every chapter you grant me, I gasp through the scars,
With every departure, you stretch the distance, time, and my heart's jagged edges.
Why don't we begin anew, despite this fragile start?
Why don't we complete the tale of our fragile bond?
Why don't we start by ending this delicate madness?
R.Sena
For my eyes shut tight as darkness embraced the light.
With a sense of defeat, I face the coming day,
And the endless doubt returns, never far away.
For if I spoke the words of parting in sorrow’s shade,
You closed the door, my love, and with my soul, you strayed.
Why won't you restore my strength?
Why don't you come to reclaim your love?
For every chapter you grant me, I gasp through the scars,
With every departure, you stretch the distance, time, and my heart's jagged edges.
Why don't we begin anew, despite this fragile start?
I've attempted all, even loving in foreign arms, my delicate one,
But my voice chokes, unable to speak their name without your shadow.
Even my cherished solitude, once a comfort when you were gone,
Now shouts at me in the mirror, blaming me for your departure.
For if I uttered the bitter farewell in the night's embrace,
You sealed the door, my love, and with it, took my soul's grace.
Why won't you restore my strength?
Why don't you come to reclaim your love?
For every chapter you grant me, I gasp through the scars,
With every departure, you stretch the distance, time, and my heart's jagged edges.
Why don't we begin anew, despite this fragile start?
Why won't you restore my strength?
Why don't you come to reclaim your love?
Why won't you deceive my heart, extinguish the pain, and return my soul?
Why won't you restore my strength?
Why don't you come to reclaim your love?
For every chapter you grant me, I gasp through the scars,
With every departure, you stretch the distance, time, and my heart's jagged edges.
Why don't we begin anew, despite this fragile start?
Why don't we complete the tale of our fragile bond?
Why don't we start by ending this delicate madness?
R.Sena
