Poetry Competition Ends 22nd July 2024 2:41pm
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Poem of the Month - July 2024
Poetry Contest Description
Three weeks to nominate your favorite poems!
You have THREE weeks to nominate no more than THREE of your favorite poems from another DUP poet!
Please note the following guidelines when making nominations:
The voting for this competition is anonymous; therefore, spoken word nominations will be disqualified.
1. Self-nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme. This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.
2. You may nominate only THREE poems from THREE different DU members.
3. No DUPLICATE NOMINATIONS. If you nominate a poem that has already been nominated you will be asked to replace the nomination.
4. Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.
5. Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to winning will be automatically disqualified.
6. One win per member per calendar year, beginning with the month they win.
7. Please notify your nominee they have been nominated. Please make sure your nominee has not won within the last 12 months.
Current Poem of the Month Hall of Famers:
2024:
January - Styxian
February - Confluence
March - Thor_Azine
April - Indie
May - LjDynamic
June - WillowsWhimsies
2023:
January - Styxian
February - Daniel Christensen
March - Betty
April - DaisyGrace
May - Northern_Soul
June - Neves
July - Razzerleaf
August - _feral
September - Adelphina
October - Cipher_O
November - no comp
December - sophos
2022:
January - Luna Greyhawk
February - AspergerPoet
March - Relic-54
April - Alan-S-Jeeves
May - _feral
June - Nevermindthegaps
July - Indie
August - inechoingsilence
September - Rianne
October - Bluevelvete
November - Honoria
December - KristinaX
2021:
January - brokentitanium (k.)
February - SatinUgal
March - X
April - RiAN
May - DaisyGrace
June - Bluevelvete
July - Jemac
August - Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
September - Joshsam
October - cold_fusion
November - Buddhakitty
December - Particles_of_HerII
2020
January - New Beginnings
February - Edible Words
March - Madame Lavender
APRIL - Monkeyman
MAY - Timagination543
JUNE - Lepperochan ( Craic-Dealer
JULY - Strangeways_Rob
August - Daniel Christensen
September - Aspergerpoet
October - Lunagreyhawk
November - Kristinax
December - Ahavati
2019
January - Daniel Christensen
February - Sophie_Ericson
March - AudioHarleea
April - From the Ash
May - Miss_Sub
June - Naajir
July - Layla
August - Ahavati
September - Miss_Sub
October - Howling_Whelms
November - Johnny Blaze
December - Rachel_Lauren
2018
January - Lady_of_the_Quill
February - ( Craic in a box )
March - Tinabubuya ( Tee Mali )
April - Crowfly
May - AtomicBomb
June - Miss_Sub (Missy)
July - Meadowsweet
August - Layla
September - Cold Fusion
October - Todski28
November - TheMuse22
December - Bender
2017
January - Vee
February - Crimsin
March - Onefiftysix
April - Daniel Christensen
May - Alexander Case
June - Aemelia564
July - The Silly Sibyl (Jack Thomas Heslop)
August - Quietusquill
September - Shadoe
October - Poetsrevenge
November - Naajir
December - Poetspeak
2016
November - John Feddeler
December - Ahavati
Please note the following guidelines when making nominations:
The voting for this competition is anonymous; therefore, spoken word nominations will be disqualified.
1. Self-nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme. This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.
2. You may nominate only THREE poems from THREE different DU members.
3. No DUPLICATE NOMINATIONS. If you nominate a poem that has already been nominated you will be asked to replace the nomination.
4. Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.
5. Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to winning will be automatically disqualified.
6. One win per member per calendar year, beginning with the month they win.
7. Please notify your nominee they have been nominated. Please make sure your nominee has not won within the last 12 months.
Current Poem of the Month Hall of Famers:
2024:
January - Styxian
February - Confluence
March - Thor_Azine
April - Indie
May - LjDynamic
June - WillowsWhimsies
2023:
January - Styxian
February - Daniel Christensen
March - Betty
April - DaisyGrace
May - Northern_Soul
June - Neves
July - Razzerleaf
August - _feral
September - Adelphina
October - Cipher_O
November - no comp
December - sophos
2022:
January - Luna Greyhawk
February - AspergerPoet
March - Relic-54
April - Alan-S-Jeeves
May - _feral
June - Nevermindthegaps
July - Indie
August - inechoingsilence
September - Rianne
October - Bluevelvete
November - Honoria
December - KristinaX
2021:
January - brokentitanium (k.)
February - SatinUgal
March - X
April - RiAN
May - DaisyGrace
June - Bluevelvete
July - Jemac
August - Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
September - Joshsam
October - cold_fusion
November - Buddhakitty
December - Particles_of_HerII
2020
January - New Beginnings
February - Edible Words
March - Madame Lavender
APRIL - Monkeyman
MAY - Timagination543
JUNE - Lepperochan ( Craic-Dealer
JULY - Strangeways_Rob
August - Daniel Christensen
September - Aspergerpoet
October - Lunagreyhawk
November - Kristinax
December - Ahavati
2019
January - Daniel Christensen
February - Sophie_Ericson
March - AudioHarleea
April - From the Ash
May - Miss_Sub
June - Naajir
July - Layla
August - Ahavati
September - Miss_Sub
October - Howling_Whelms
November - Johnny Blaze
December - Rachel_Lauren
2018
January - Lady_of_the_Quill
February - ( Craic in a box )
March - Tinabubuya ( Tee Mali )
April - Crowfly
May - AtomicBomb
June - Miss_Sub (Missy)
July - Meadowsweet
August - Layla
September - Cold Fusion
October - Todski28
November - TheMuse22
December - Bender
2017
January - Vee
February - Crimsin
March - Onefiftysix
April - Daniel Christensen
May - Alexander Case
June - Aemelia564
July - The Silly Sibyl (Jack Thomas Heslop)
August - Quietusquill
September - Shadoe
October - Poetsrevenge
November - Naajir
December - Poetspeak
2016
November - John Feddeler
December - Ahavati
Hammer Head
Hoss Davidson always walked awry with a hitch in his shoulders, like he might be cold-cocked at any given moment. That'd be a mistake though, he'd been thickened by fourty-six years of hosting WWF practice in his living room every Saturday night and daily trips to town by foot, in and out of the holler, an officially paced 23.5 mile round trip. He was a rigid 394,680 miles thick.
When Hoss got an arm around your neck
you could bet your ass you'd have a crick in it the next day. Neck wrangling wasn't only his dream job, it was his love language.
"I wouldn't hurt you fer nothing young'un, you're my little hammer head, you know I love you" he'd jabber from a wide, toothless grin that showcased both top and bottom gums with the lips of one side hugged by a half-moon of escaping wintergreen tobacco.
His head was always shaved tight, so as not to let a man get a hold on him. Even his bulbous eyes discouraged sneak attack eye pokes with their roundness and there was an agreeable suction between his army green suit jacket and his backwoods bulk. His prize possession was a mountie style cowboy hat he'd spray painted navy blue to match his Patton leather shoes, which got a fresh coat every time he scuffed them shuffling from pillar to post.
Upon every run-in with Hoss, he would tell you it was his birthday. "I'm 54 years old today young'un. I shit you not. I wouldn't shit you, you're my favorite hammer head" and he'd slide you a sheepish sans-tooth grin that made you want to buy him a can of Skoal and it was written all over his face how much his momma had loved him, gone 46 years now, god rest her soul.
When Hoss got an arm around your neck
you could bet your ass you'd have a crick in it the next day. Neck wrangling wasn't only his dream job, it was his love language.
"I wouldn't hurt you fer nothing young'un, you're my little hammer head, you know I love you" he'd jabber from a wide, toothless grin that showcased both top and bottom gums with the lips of one side hugged by a half-moon of escaping wintergreen tobacco.
His head was always shaved tight, so as not to let a man get a hold on him. Even his bulbous eyes discouraged sneak attack eye pokes with their roundness and there was an agreeable suction between his army green suit jacket and his backwoods bulk. His prize possession was a mountie style cowboy hat he'd spray painted navy blue to match his Patton leather shoes, which got a fresh coat every time he scuffed them shuffling from pillar to post.
Upon every run-in with Hoss, he would tell you it was his birthday. "I'm 54 years old today young'un. I shit you not. I wouldn't shit you, you're my favorite hammer head" and he'd slide you a sheepish sans-tooth grin that made you want to buy him a can of Skoal and it was written all over his face how much his momma had loved him, gone 46 years now, god rest her soul.
Written by Ms_LaCarte
(Ms. La Carte)
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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
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Robotic Parts
You’re looking away
From me
Our eyes won’t
meet
But you’re still
Looking at
Me
I see it
In the lenses
Planted in the
Hollows of my skull
This love
Is cannibalistic
And it’s
Sadistic
To call it
Love
To teach
Me to feel
And teach me
A distorted
Picture
You hold me
And say
You can’t
Feel me
But I’m
Breathing in your
Ear
Its steady
Even though I
Feel lightheaded
And breathless
I feel wilted
I am seeking
Sun like
The sunflower
I am looking
Down
I cannot
Find
You
And yet
I know you’re
There
This feeling
Aches in
Warm bellies
And bellows
Deep and
Foreboding
It speaks
No words
I answer in
Wails
I cannot hear
My own heart
Beat
Or gut
Roar
This feeling
Am I
Desperate
Or empty
I feel
Drained
And full
Of you
Flesh replaced
By mechanical wires
Tied together
My dear
Dearly hated
Agonizingly loved
Sharp tongued
Tasting of
Metal
That taste
It’s me
It’s me
It’s me
It’s me
It’s me
It’s me
The definition
Of insanity
An algorithm
Programmed in
The body
You
Gave me
I will always
Love you
As long
As these wires
Tell me to
From me
Our eyes won’t
meet
But you’re still
Looking at
Me
I see it
In the lenses
Planted in the
Hollows of my skull
This love
Is cannibalistic
And it’s
Sadistic
To call it
Love
To teach
Me to feel
And teach me
A distorted
Picture
You hold me
And say
You can’t
Feel me
But I’m
Breathing in your
Ear
Its steady
Even though I
Feel lightheaded
And breathless
I feel wilted
I am seeking
Sun like
The sunflower
I am looking
Down
I cannot
Find
You
And yet
I know you’re
There
This feeling
Aches in
Warm bellies
And bellows
Deep and
Foreboding
It speaks
No words
I answer in
Wails
I cannot hear
My own heart
Beat
Or gut
Roar
This feeling
Am I
Desperate
Or empty
I feel
Drained
And full
Of you
Flesh replaced
By mechanical wires
Tied together
My dear
Dearly hated
Agonizingly loved
Sharp tongued
Tasting of
Metal
That taste
It’s me
It’s me
It’s me
It’s me
It’s me
It’s me
The definition
Of insanity
An algorithm
Programmed in
The body
You
Gave me
I will always
Love you
As long
As these wires
Tell me to
Written by Nixprty
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Rhythm of the Earth
I am the gentle breath
moving leaves to speak
as you walk through the
forest
A touch so tender
my hands massage
your shoulders, cascading
down your back, soft
willow branches
Taking your hand to dance
as the trees sway, showering
us in leaves of lust
intertwined in the passion
of the wilderness
I take you there
on the forest floor
undressing as the wind
sings to our flesh
We enjoy the time
each breathing in the other,
hands, fingers, mouths at play
making love to the rhythm
of the earth
moving leaves to speak
as you walk through the
forest
A touch so tender
my hands massage
your shoulders, cascading
down your back, soft
willow branches
Taking your hand to dance
as the trees sway, showering
us in leaves of lust
intertwined in the passion
of the wilderness
I take you there
on the forest floor
undressing as the wind
sings to our flesh
We enjoy the time
each breathing in the other,
hands, fingers, mouths at play
making love to the rhythm
of the earth
Written by Thor_Azine
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Let Go
Stella?
Yeah I know her.
Stella is a dreamer,
Beneath all the bizarre.
She believed in ghosts.
Believes.
I met her in college,
I can hardly recall the first time I saw her.
She played bass in a grungy club.
Plays.
She asked me to marry her,
She said she always wanted to ask someone that.
She hated tradition.
Hates.
That was a long time ago,
I haven’t spoken to her in years.
She never visited.
Visits.
I can’t say I’d know where to find her,
She’s probably off chasing the moon.
Her husband probably knows where she was.
Is.
I know,
It’s been years since anyone’s seen her.
I know what that means.
You know,
Stella really was a dreamer.
Is a dreamer.
Is.
Is..
Is
Is
Is
Is
Is
Is
Is
Is
Yeah I know her.
Stella is a dreamer,
Beneath all the bizarre.
She believed in ghosts.
Believes.
I met her in college,
I can hardly recall the first time I saw her.
She played bass in a grungy club.
Plays.
She asked me to marry her,
She said she always wanted to ask someone that.
She hated tradition.
Hates.
That was a long time ago,
I haven’t spoken to her in years.
She never visited.
Visits.
I can’t say I’d know where to find her,
She’s probably off chasing the moon.
Her husband probably knows where she was.
Is.
I know,
It’s been years since anyone’s seen her.
I know what that means.
You know,
Stella really was a dreamer.
Is a dreamer.
Is.
Is..
Is
Is
Is
Is
Is
Is
Is
Is
Written by Nixprty
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