Poetry Competition Ends 25th July 2024 11:01am
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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O
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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all rights reserved
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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