Poetry competition CLOSED 25th July 2024 11:01am
WINNER
Vision_of_insanity
Vision_of_insanity
RUNNERS-UP:
Betty
and down2dirt
Write something Abstruse
Suck it up, Buttercup
I'm the universe on extinction watch
as Phoebus dapples through the wind blown leaf
to dance a jig around the fence post notch
under the scarlet clouds of sunset grief
and faint rose eddies of sky scatter June,
clearing the void...for more twilight blue.
Then night, like a mortician, comes too soon
for condensation of the mortal dew
as Polaris guides to the same old place
and the candle flame flickers to an end
like the final star in expanding space
or a telomere in its fated trend...
unraveling like the lessons life taught
when the sapient psyche comes to naught.
as Phoebus dapples through the wind blown leaf
to dance a jig around the fence post notch
under the scarlet clouds of sunset grief
and faint rose eddies of sky scatter June,
clearing the void...for more twilight blue.
Then night, like a mortician, comes too soon
for condensation of the mortal dew
as Polaris guides to the same old place
and the candle flame flickers to an end
like the final star in expanding space
or a telomere in its fated trend...
unraveling like the lessons life taught
when the sapient psyche comes to naught.
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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Ódinn
I who have sent out names of ravens
inner murmur from eloquence given
diviners rune fate song
hidden mirrors open wilde
wise eyes with only words
I quench beastly thirsts
bird flights spell smiths
fish flights swirling
winds
behold this basking beauty
unwinding coiled verses
from flapping wings
ravens open flights
flocking aurochs
roaming
verse of wide
I who Odin
given
i
s spat out by name
through each civilisation
a life long path
each lunacy
is blood shot
pierced with swords
by scorn of Ergi where magic
is a name given
curse
I am not
so aim
fire
arrow
scorn
point your finger
at me
precisely
pulling each trigger
abysmally
pure is this well
unscarred my fate
each human
could wear my face
I wear this cloth
as christening gown
I am blackest blood
mine to keep
not ever
kept
O
I
am
but
a dotted line
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inner murmur from eloquence given
diviners rune fate song
hidden mirrors open wilde
wise eyes with only words
I quench beastly thirsts
bird flights spell smiths
fish flights swirling
winds
behold this basking beauty
unwinding coiled verses
from flapping wings
ravens open flights
flocking aurochs
roaming
verse of wide
I who Odin
given
i
s spat out by name
through each civilisation
a life long path
each lunacy
is blood shot
pierced with swords
by scorn of Ergi where magic
is a name given
curse
I am not
so aim
fire
arrow
scorn
point your finger
at me
precisely
pulling each trigger
abysmally
pure is this well
unscarred my fate
each human
could wear my face
I wear this cloth
as christening gown
I am blackest blood
mine to keep
not ever
kept
O
I
am
but
a dotted line
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2024
all rights reserved
Written by Anne-Ri999
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Cast Upon Love’s Pyre (Nonet)
slipping past the guards of apathy
I steal your cool indifference,
casting it upon Love’s pyre
lest we remain frozen;
I give my heart’s key
to lock away
your cold feet,
tempting
fate
I steal your cool indifference,
casting it upon Love’s pyre
lest we remain frozen;
I give my heart’s key
to lock away
your cold feet,
tempting
fate
Written by LunaGreyhawk
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Him
That I would enter into the heart of my first Love intimately. (Koinonia)
Skipping the lines of my own intellect
this glimpse..
A sight beyond layers of tissue (fearfully and wonderfully made)
Without words to describe the mystery of the hypostatic union (Though the Word be the logic throughout the meta narrative)
And ascend ..
And again .
Caught up and into (Devine revelation)
Advancing the full knowledge of the stature of the Son of God.
In my Spirit where the Word has divided flesh from marrow (circumcision of heart)
And I am empowered by the Spirit to become an assigned messenger of the mystery of grace.
Skipping the lines of my own intellect
this glimpse..
A sight beyond layers of tissue (fearfully and wonderfully made)
Without words to describe the mystery of the hypostatic union (Though the Word be the logic throughout the meta narrative)
And ascend ..
And again .
Caught up and into (Devine revelation)
Advancing the full knowledge of the stature of the Son of God.
In my Spirit where the Word has divided flesh from marrow (circumcision of heart)
And I am empowered by the Spirit to become an assigned messenger of the mystery of grace.
Written by Bonanza1
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A Tale of Galactic Juggly Painted Frosted Flakes Flares
In the belly of the cosmic whale, stars play hopscotch on a comet’s tail. Galaxies eat a ballet of cheese, while black holes tell secrets to the void. Planets hum tunes in a silent chair, and nebulas dance in gowns made of sapphire. Asteroids juggle with moons of gold, creating a diabolical axis.
Quasars paint rainbows on the Milky Way’s crest, while time moves in unpredictable ways. In this topsy-turvy, infinite expanse, the universe winks with a knowing look. Meteors sing songs of forgotten lore, echoes of laughter from a starry past. Pulsars play poker with cards made of light, and galaxies forever missing.
Comets wear crowns of frosty delight, trailing their capes through the velvet night. Stardust confetti rains from the sky, as constellations wave their goodbyes. Solar flares write bibles in arcs of flame, while rogue planets wander without purpose. In this theater of the panasonic and grand, the universe dreams, forever unplanned.
Dark matter whispers in riddles and verses, weaving through spacetime, slipping through lines. Supernovas burst in a frown bright, illuminating the fabric of night. Celestial clowns on asteroid swings juggle with quasars and Saturn’s rings. In this carnival of cosmic cheer, reality splits as we imagine the atom.
Cosmic rays play tag with the speed of light, skipping through voids, out of view. In the grand circuit of the endless skies, the universe laughs with the Kardashians. And so it spins, in chaos and joy, a playground vast, from birth to rebirth to rejoice. In the speculacizie dance of the infinite sea, the universe’s power lives at Shakey’s.
In the belly of the cosmic whale, stars play hopscotch on a comet’s tail. Galaxies eat a ballet of cheese, while black holes tell secrets to the void. Planets hum tunes in a silent chair, and nebulas dance in gowns made of sapphire. Asteroids juggle with moons of gold, creating a diabolical axis.
Quasars paint rainbows on the Milky Way’s crest, while time moves in unpredictable ways. In this topsy-turvy, infinite expanse, the universe winks with a knowing look. Meteors sing songs of forgotten lore, echoes of laughter from a starry past. Pulsars play poker with cards made of light, and galaxies forever missing.
Comets wear crowns of frosty delight, trailing their capes through the velvet night. Stardust confetti rains from the sky, as constellations wave their goodbyes. Solar flares write bibles in arcs of flame, while rogue planets wander without purpose. In this theater of the panasonic and grand, the universe dreams, forever unplanned.
Dark matter whispers in riddles and verses, weaving through spacetime, slipping through lines. Supernovas burst in a frown bright, illuminating the fabric of night. Celestial clowns on asteroid swings juggle with quasars and Saturn’s rings. In this carnival of cosmic cheer, reality splits as we imagine the atom.
Cosmic rays play tag with the speed of light, skipping through voids, out of view. In the grand circuit of the endless skies, the universe laughs with the Kardashians. And so it spins, in chaos and joy, a playground vast, from birth to rebirth to rejoice. In the speculacizie dance of the infinite sea, the universe’s power lives at Shakey’s.
Black Aztec
“Catch the flames-your black, now your crust
Your blood dries up, now you’re coughing dust,
“So you can say its sacrificial moments of sacrifice
That would even make an Aztec Priest get some act right,
“Tangled and twisted, being choked with your own guts
While your jawbone is used to cut off your own nuts,
“Pulling until altered flesh begins to rip
Under a worldwide genocidal apocalyptic eclipse,
“Unholy reincarnation leads to pit fiend dreams
Causing us to piss fire as our blood transforms acid green,
“The continued pressure feeds our sloth pain
While anesthetic tears is addiction to the brain,
“Hell razor chained pinned from head to our feet
Being feed by daily hurt and nightmare erotica when we sleep,
“The desire of tomorrow is our transparent morgue
Now we’re dead chilling motherfuckers, getting free room and board,
“Because we all have to feel the touch of the dark tech
That drains the remains of life through our ass and neck,
“Multiple penetrations, consider it our final flesh of love
Being lubricated by our own contaminated blood,
“A violent experience that reality can’t regurgitate
Like hungry dogs we lick the vomit from the broken plate,
“Our unorthodox ways cause ill illusions to manifest
Now check your draws motherfucker, somebody’s pissy wet.”
Your blood dries up, now you’re coughing dust,
“So you can say its sacrificial moments of sacrifice
That would even make an Aztec Priest get some act right,
“Tangled and twisted, being choked with your own guts
While your jawbone is used to cut off your own nuts,
“Pulling until altered flesh begins to rip
Under a worldwide genocidal apocalyptic eclipse,
“Unholy reincarnation leads to pit fiend dreams
Causing us to piss fire as our blood transforms acid green,
“The continued pressure feeds our sloth pain
While anesthetic tears is addiction to the brain,
“Hell razor chained pinned from head to our feet
Being feed by daily hurt and nightmare erotica when we sleep,
“The desire of tomorrow is our transparent morgue
Now we’re dead chilling motherfuckers, getting free room and board,
“Because we all have to feel the touch of the dark tech
That drains the remains of life through our ass and neck,
“Multiple penetrations, consider it our final flesh of love
Being lubricated by our own contaminated blood,
“A violent experience that reality can’t regurgitate
Like hungry dogs we lick the vomit from the broken plate,
“Our unorthodox ways cause ill illusions to manifest
Now check your draws motherfucker, somebody’s pissy wet.”
Written by CasketSharpe
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Anonymous
👍🏽
Pro bono
ومن يقرع باستمرار يفتح له الباب
I need me some noise
Shout out!
Who is with me on board?
I keep on knocking
I keep on knocking on a door..
Through a close window
I can see this little girl in yellow playing cello indoor
On whom I look up at with a smile on my face waving hello!
If you will let me indoors
I won't ever let me out the door until I am no more
Five thousand six hundred miles to sept of bailor
And like Edison, I have not failed yet, I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work in my favor..
I asked myself should I go on?
A heavy knock on this door for the umpteenth time
Four minutes left
I will be too bloody late
But I don't mind I just keep on writing even though I have to walk for about a thousandth mile, I just don't care
Walking in a row simply following a conduct
We are well outside the realm of all comfort
When we lay down at late nights
It's not like we fellows throw pillows!
Exploring exactly that which we don't know
Only the kind of horrors we face along the way, the cause of all these uproars or let me called it chaos
As the saying goes; When the going gets tough, only the tough keeps on going..
And so I found myself walking solo..
Do me this favor let me in, let me in, and I will live in limbo
And I will never let you share my sorrow on everything I exactly saw
And like Edison, I have not failed yet, I just tried 10,000 ways that won't work in my favor..
If you will let me indoors
I won't ever let myself outdoor until I am no more
Just like Oliver who wants some more
I might need sounding some more
I will surely make a case of this in my pro bono
Pls let me indoors
I got no home
I'm getting so cold
And daylight is not far away
I promise to won't be a burden sharing you all my woes
Like Oliver who wants some more
I might need sounding some more
I will make a case of this in my pro bono
I need me some noise
Shout out!
Who is with me on board?
I keep on knocking
I keep on knocking on a door..
Through a close window
I can see this little girl in yellow playing cello indoor
On whom I look up at with a smile on my face waving hello!
If you will let me indoors
I won't ever let me out the door until I am no more
Five thousand six hundred miles to sept of bailor
And like Edison, I have not failed yet, I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work in my favor..
I asked myself should I go on?
A heavy knock on this door for the umpteenth time
Four minutes left
I will be too bloody late
But I don't mind I just keep on writing even though I have to walk for about a thousandth mile, I just don't care
Walking in a row simply following a conduct
We are well outside the realm of all comfort
When we lay down at late nights
It's not like we fellows throw pillows!
Exploring exactly that which we don't know
Only the kind of horrors we face along the way, the cause of all these uproars or let me called it chaos
As the saying goes; When the going gets tough, only the tough keeps on going..
And so I found myself walking solo..
Do me this favor let me in, let me in, and I will live in limbo
And I will never let you share my sorrow on everything I exactly saw
And like Edison, I have not failed yet, I just tried 10,000 ways that won't work in my favor..
If you will let me indoors
I won't ever let myself outdoor until I am no more
Just like Oliver who wants some more
I might need sounding some more
I will surely make a case of this in my pro bono
Pls let me indoors
I got no home
I'm getting so cold
And daylight is not far away
I promise to won't be a burden sharing you all my woes
Like Oliver who wants some more
I might need sounding some more
I will make a case of this in my pro bono
Written by Numer90
(Numer0-un0)
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Dirty Bomb
Looking for the words to say what I cannot say
Implications of associations in the undercurrent of self exploitation
The vulnerability of an unsung confession
You do not know what stares you in the face
When heart beats unseen
I ache in silence and keep my secrets
You don’t know me but for the symptoms
I am like the wind, a torrential downpour
I am haunted by ghosts living in cycles of grief for the hells that are the delicacies of devils
I am lethal but I am sick
Heal the affliction of my own venom
Is wrath the only cure left for those we deem the unforgiven
Fire for the blood bath of the illusion of our innocence
Laying claims to divine exoneration on the means of a guilty plea
I’ve got blood on my hands but I’m absolved on the terms of this noble suicide
When a lesson in dying is a lesson in learning how to breathe
No way to live with myself, only the hope of true denial
Killing off the lusts that make the mind a dirty bomb steeped in the affairs of a technophile
Fantasy’s allure
All sight without touch
Lines obscured, fade out and blur
I can only play the fool for so long and lie to myself but just so much
It’s all on TV in the relegated roles of real life casts
Bodies feast to eye candy consumers that never lasts
Another cavity to suffice a bittersweet heart
Striking nerves so carelessly till I go numb and restart
I am a glutton for suffering till it becomes a flavorless indulgence I endear
The pain is never enough to feed the appetites of a relived trauma in the shape of shame
Writing my sins in an aim to be free of this part of me I fear
How do I lose myself when I cannot escape my name?
Justifications of our stories when we’re veterans of this spiritual war
Bankrupt the benefits of welfare mercy
I am vagabond wandering aimlessly in these circles I cannot endure
Compassions taken advantage of till my own ways come back to hurt me
I am a broken home
An orphan heart
A monster in the closet of my childhood…
Written by ClovenTongue34
(Nathaniel Peter)
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Aligning the Mimics
No clarity of conscience
to fill the void
with coherent musings
Just
a vast shading of a poise
that darkens
the stance of subjugation
O’ hath the shakers
encouraging the oath of idolatry
infecting the paths of our children
masterful leaders
intent
on manufacturing an illness
to challenge their views
Sedentary players
that measure their worth;
their grit
Aligning the mimics to accept
the roguery of an ill-managed ruse
In depth, they are the spinners of tales
illustrious
defined
Confined, are the wilds of indecency
Selling chance to the buyers of styles
A commingling
of language
defined to accept
the miles of self
that wither in falsehoods
To bring forth
a fate
that shames the impeccable wisdom
beneath
the
most
uncommon
of
words
to fill the void
with coherent musings
Just
a vast shading of a poise
that darkens
the stance of subjugation
O’ hath the shakers
encouraging the oath of idolatry
infecting the paths of our children
masterful leaders
intent
on manufacturing an illness
to challenge their views
Sedentary players
that measure their worth;
their grit
Aligning the mimics to accept
the roguery of an ill-managed ruse
In depth, they are the spinners of tales
illustrious
defined
Confined, are the wilds of indecency
Selling chance to the buyers of styles
A commingling
of language
defined to accept
the miles of self
that wither in falsehoods
To bring forth
a fate
that shames the impeccable wisdom
beneath
the
most
uncommon
of
words
Written by Everavalon
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The winner of this competition and any runners up were decided by public vote.
Thank you to the following members for voting:
fianaturie8, dimpy, lepperochan, Ms_LaCarte, Everavalon, WillowsWhimsies, Rew, ReggiePoet, Phantom2426, Kinkpoet, Betty, SonderNinja, Noble_Incubus, Marks, deadwolf, ajay, Tallen, AprylNovember, down2dirt, GN101, AfterSexDilemma, Billy_Snagg, Her, gothicsurrealism
Thank you to the following members for voting:
fianaturie8, dimpy, lepperochan, Ms_LaCarte, Everavalon, WillowsWhimsies, Rew, ReggiePoet, Phantom2426, Kinkpoet, Betty, SonderNinja, Noble_Incubus, Marks, deadwolf, ajay, Tallen, AprylNovember, down2dirt, GN101, AfterSexDilemma, Billy_Snagg, Her, gothicsurrealism
