Poetry competition CLOSED 25th July 2024 11:01am
WINNER
Vision_of_insanity
Vision_of_insanity
RUNNERS-UP:
Betty
and down2dirt
Write something Abstruse
Sauce and Ants!
Sorrows stir within.
The funeral retains an aura of raucous silence from our inner cries.
It was more of a sauna, a trance of the sound of rain as I held my rose.
The sun can rest above clouds and care not to show herself to a mortal’s rest.
I look up into the falling rain and hope my prayers shall oust the day star.
There was a moment when all of us thought that we had seen a hand arose from a grave!
What could of roust a soul? Rest!
A score of ants then emerged from beneath the tan coffin lid! The mourning crowd can’t retain their stance!
So, the mourners ran! My aunt raved into a wild rant!
The hand of the corpse drove open the lid, hunched over the side of the coffin,
and out spewed a sauce of vomit and ants!
The funeral retains an aura of raucous silence from our inner cries.
It was more of a sauna, a trance of the sound of rain as I held my rose.
The sun can rest above clouds and care not to show herself to a mortal’s rest.
I look up into the falling rain and hope my prayers shall oust the day star.
There was a moment when all of us thought that we had seen a hand arose from a grave!
What could of roust a soul? Rest!
A score of ants then emerged from beneath the tan coffin lid! The mourning crowd can’t retain their stance!
So, the mourners ran! My aunt raved into a wild rant!
The hand of the corpse drove open the lid, hunched over the side of the coffin,
and out spewed a sauce of vomit and ants!
Written by gothicsurrealism
(Daniel Long)
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The Month of June
Static radio gives me the shakes
Sensitive to light, my belly aches
Red holes infected my suspicious leg
Green water mucus as baby Jesus loves to beg
Pill popping dope created a milk dud of a man
The white swans turn black, sacrifice the lamb
Ask for a ride and you shall won't find
Wheels have no fortune, life is suicide
Cancerous objects, indeed are lethal
X-Ray's of your rectum, images on her easel
1 month to die, 1 month to live
Make down no mind, maggots forgive
The hog & pig dance of June comes to a close
Hatred is heaven as hell has so many pros
The walls open in as your mind is tossed away
Cysts & stones will destroy your bones
My heart & soul have eroded & decayed
Sensitive to light, my belly aches
Red holes infected my suspicious leg
Green water mucus as baby Jesus loves to beg
Pill popping dope created a milk dud of a man
The white swans turn black, sacrifice the lamb
Ask for a ride and you shall won't find
Wheels have no fortune, life is suicide
Cancerous objects, indeed are lethal
X-Ray's of your rectum, images on her easel
1 month to die, 1 month to live
Make down no mind, maggots forgive
The hog & pig dance of June comes to a close
Hatred is heaven as hell has so many pros
The walls open in as your mind is tossed away
Cysts & stones will destroy your bones
My heart & soul have eroded & decayed
Written by Vision_of_insanity
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Gambols and Groans
gambol a gambol at the meadow
smelling the tree stumps of mildew
rest supine on year long pine needles
not thinking much life is simple
sheep on narrow path
to the top of the hill
envying watches ticking
tireless unlike puffing goats
there's hope there yet
where heartbeats in rhythms
uphold the tired mortal
not spilled magenta liquid
on roadside
awaiting scrappers
to pick up the squished parts
un-baptised to the graves
smelling the tree stumps of mildew
rest supine on year long pine needles
not thinking much life is simple
sheep on narrow path
to the top of the hill
envying watches ticking
tireless unlike puffing goats
there's hope there yet
where heartbeats in rhythms
uphold the tired mortal
not spilled magenta liquid
on roadside
awaiting scrappers
to pick up the squished parts
un-baptised to the graves
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Pulsating Crescendo
Walking the night wearing gloves
trailing a veil of seductive lace
with an ebony's song of twilight
As frost lay light as a feather
missing the touch of softness
strange as it may seem
Yet your breath seduces me
as a shadow falls on the dusk
with the scarlet of rising romance
Lusting in my veins for love so true
things that will haunt me forever
walking the night wearing gloves
Shadowed by the memories
with the soft creak of leather
and your hair tinged of snow
The way the wind blows
as if a phantom at day's end
and I alone in thoughts of sin
Provocative as the dripping tallow
like sealing wax in my grotto
with an ebony's song of twilight
Like a centipede with a hundred feet
walking across my heart
feeling love as dawn opens it's eye
As the portal of Heaven swings
in nocturnal dreams
with thimbles and rings
With a pulsating crescendo
beating at my pulse
as we kiss with wanton lips
Written by adagio
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bound
Your mouth is
a needle
basting ribbons
through me;
my skin
a corset
around
your air.
It's hard to breathe
when so
tightly tethered
through
your
nonpareil
loom.
I inhale
when you
pause;
or
not at all.
Written by Betty
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My Feat is...
Only my feet too big to fruit
those that hide in all birthday suits,
those that irritate like mad cats
or those great big concrete slab hats
I dither now, which way to choose?
There are things which glow green cloud chutes
beyond the isle of lamb-like-brutes
whom, have no grief coz not got mats,
Only my feet...
I'll teach those brute lambs how to toot
tunes show birthday suits shorter routes
to rehouse those scratching mad cats
beneath that concrete slab hat, that's
why, there's nothing here which to loot,
Only my feet...
those that hide in all birthday suits,
those that irritate like mad cats
or those great big concrete slab hats
I dither now, which way to choose?
There are things which glow green cloud chutes
beyond the isle of lamb-like-brutes
whom, have no grief coz not got mats,
Only my feet...
I'll teach those brute lambs how to toot
tunes show birthday suits shorter routes
to rehouse those scratching mad cats
beneath that concrete slab hat, that's
why, there's nothing here which to loot,
Only my feet...
Written by Rew
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pecking order
granny rinses her coffee cup in the sink
screen door screeches her departure
disgruntled hens squawk her arrival
her vengeance quick, dinner secured
a well practiced wrist snap
another rooster won’t announce another dawn
the rest of the flock scratching mornings grain
their pea sized brains not realizing he’s gone
before grandpa can hoe a row free of weeds
a sharp knife and practiced hands
have drawn, quartered, salt, peppered
and floured what’s sizzling in the frying pan
at just 4 feet granny command’s a tight kitchen
at just over 6 feet grandpa knows his place
with washed hands and clean shirt
the nod of her head and he’s saying grace
another day and all chores done
sheets turned down and prayers said
she silently locks the bedroom door
hoping that keeps the zombie fowl from her head
screen door screeches her departure
disgruntled hens squawk her arrival
her vengeance quick, dinner secured
a well practiced wrist snap
another rooster won’t announce another dawn
the rest of the flock scratching mornings grain
their pea sized brains not realizing he’s gone
before grandpa can hoe a row free of weeds
a sharp knife and practiced hands
have drawn, quartered, salt, peppered
and floured what’s sizzling in the frying pan
at just 4 feet granny command’s a tight kitchen
at just over 6 feet grandpa knows his place
with washed hands and clean shirt
the nod of her head and he’s saying grace
another day and all chores done
sheets turned down and prayers said
she silently locks the bedroom door
hoping that keeps the zombie fowl from her head
Written by down2dirt
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Spirits
I gave up the spirits
who tell me things
“this world has no common sense”
you say you might be given wings
we cannot avoid
this recompense
choke down my pride
follow the trend
“upheaval squirms in all the cracks “
which way do the streetlights tend
watch the red
flow into black
these feet have left the ground before
I’ll remain in the old oak grove forevermore.
who tell me things
“this world has no common sense”
you say you might be given wings
we cannot avoid
this recompense
choke down my pride
follow the trend
“upheaval squirms in all the cracks “
which way do the streetlights tend
watch the red
flow into black
these feet have left the ground before
I’ll remain in the old oak grove forevermore.
Written by Detritus
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Within Me
Blue worm
brewing,
brooding,
blooming,
stewing,
gluing itself to
changing hues
feigning nooses
in seeping thoughts of demons leeching
I digest bottles of bleach to leak, lest
poison stem free in my empty system
brewing,
brooding,
blooming,
stewing,
gluing itself to
changing hues
feigning nooses
in seeping thoughts of demons leeching
I digest bottles of bleach to leak, lest
poison stem free in my empty system
Written by ExercisingDemons
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Life appears
A mirage we grasp at
Scarcely recounting mere moments
gone in the beating seconds
Like a night rainbow
Glimpsed in the washed away tears
of the forgotten rain
In the illusion that is
one comes to the realisation
There is only now
A conundrum
of cherished memories
bitter lamentations
Experiences to hold
Written by Carpe_Noctem
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