Poetry competition CLOSED 10th August 2024 10:43am
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Anonymous
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down2dirt
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MOON Maan måne Máni
Anonymous
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The Vesperings
What a marvelous thing the world seems;
such copious frondescence in the breeze
screening sunsets by cedar dangle gleams
and crescent Luna filtered though the trees
in her twilit west horizon descent...
ever brighter in each degree she drops
like a hallowed blade meant to circumvent
the gentle Zephyrs in the arbor tops
teasing the rudbeckias and borage
and wagging all the oregano stalks
in the soil of their herbal moorage
amid the foxgloves and the hollyhocks
and in and around the ripening plums
or the blueberries and love lies bleeding
by the rhubarb and the chrysanthemums
and dry clover earnestly re-seeding...
which lonely, lonely Luna, cannot do...
because skies there are black, instead of blue.
such copious frondescence in the breeze
screening sunsets by cedar dangle gleams
and crescent Luna filtered though the trees
in her twilit west horizon descent...
ever brighter in each degree she drops
like a hallowed blade meant to circumvent
the gentle Zephyrs in the arbor tops
teasing the rudbeckias and borage
and wagging all the oregano stalks
in the soil of their herbal moorage
amid the foxgloves and the hollyhocks
and in and around the ripening plums
or the blueberries and love lies bleeding
by the rhubarb and the chrysanthemums
and dry clover earnestly re-seeding...
which lonely, lonely Luna, cannot do...
because skies there are black, instead of blue.
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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Anonymous
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Moon
He held the long arch of an embrace
White light of skin
pocketed by exhaustion
(He had shined such a very long time)
Pocketed pale blue
He held in his grasp a question mark
He kept under his thumb an elipses
...
Answers not spoken loud enough
To wake the sleepers
But filled with context
...
Enough said
Far from casting out delusions
He kept them in the mirror
Reflecting a light
That withered in the Sun
He held the Gold
For tug of war
And the seas came crashing
in Huzzah!
His face was minted
On old currency
Time
And time again
White light of skin
pocketed by exhaustion
(He had shined such a very long time)
Pocketed pale blue
He held in his grasp a question mark
He kept under his thumb an elipses
...
Answers not spoken loud enough
To wake the sleepers
But filled with context
...
Enough said
Far from casting out delusions
He kept them in the mirror
Reflecting a light
That withered in the Sun
He held the Gold
For tug of war
And the seas came crashing
in Huzzah!
His face was minted
On old currency
Time
And time again
Written by Bonanza1
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Anonymous
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Darkness around the Moon
there is darkness around
the wan moon
silver light shimmery
through dark clouds
there is an evil smell
a foul smoky presence
smell of death
and pure fear
they are chanting
beneath the silvery moon
calling the name
of the spirit of the night
they slash her neck
stilling her scream
with a powerful thud
scattering her blood
they offer the magenta
to the greedy soil
undulating in joy
with the warmth of blood
beneath the sod
the dark one rises
a breaking of the soil
a reaching of the sky
evil rises triumphant
towering above the worshipers
who's hearts are stopped
in extreme fear
the scream of derisive laughter
echoed throughout the land
as worshipers die
without their claim to greatness
evil is and always
present without coercion
with blood and sacrifices
humans are fools
there is darkness
around the moon
it will always be there
now and forever after
no summonings.
the wan moon
silver light shimmery
through dark clouds
there is an evil smell
a foul smoky presence
smell of death
and pure fear
they are chanting
beneath the silvery moon
calling the name
of the spirit of the night
they slash her neck
stilling her scream
with a powerful thud
scattering her blood
they offer the magenta
to the greedy soil
undulating in joy
with the warmth of blood
beneath the sod
the dark one rises
a breaking of the soil
a reaching of the sky
evil rises triumphant
towering above the worshipers
who's hearts are stopped
in extreme fear
the scream of derisive laughter
echoed throughout the land
as worshipers die
without their claim to greatness
evil is and always
present without coercion
with blood and sacrifices
humans are fools
there is darkness
around the moon
it will always be there
now and forever after
no summonings.
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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hung like ripe fruit
something about the moon tonight
walking this sandy shore
twinkling reflections off waves
the same as every time before
it’s hung in the same spot
big and bright and full
it’s silvery shadow washing ashore
a pirates sparkling jewel
I could let sail this sea shell
and hit it I truly do believe
but distance and true love
are not as close as I’d perceived
walking this sandy shore
twinkling reflections off waves
the same as every time before
it’s hung in the same spot
big and bright and full
it’s silvery shadow washing ashore
a pirates sparkling jewel
I could let sail this sea shell
and hit it I truly do believe
but distance and true love
are not as close as I’d perceived
Written by down2dirt
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ROMANESQUE
Oh, Selene
Mother of silver
Aback riverboats; dew-laden coats
Unlike the austere sun
Your light, my heart had won
A night emblazoned
Of wanton and mystique
Both cherished here
The Romanesque and bleak
A coin for passage
Sky lights fold over into applause
Her clouds ever-changing as the moth
Behind the veil
My eyes witness the true beauty
Of rooms without walls
Written by UbiquitousVoid
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Anonymous
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Irreverance
Its brittle gleam
and floats in the grey seas night
offered up my heart as sacrifice
while dressed with clouds pristine
With poetry struck dumb
starlight awed, candelabra dimmed
royalty, its icy halo specters whim
mirror in the crystal lake
so far from each hum-drum
Cresting or` the snowy peak
hid behind the clouds, discreet
a challenge cast, the reapers needs
to light old valor and new seeds
Cuts to the core of tempered steel
set to rise, wax and wane proclaim
etching with its rays of cream, surreal
captured all in its domain
Glinting, shines its light on everyone
bend, drop your pants and show your bum.
and floats in the grey seas night
offered up my heart as sacrifice
while dressed with clouds pristine
With poetry struck dumb
starlight awed, candelabra dimmed
royalty, its icy halo specters whim
mirror in the crystal lake
so far from each hum-drum
Cresting or` the snowy peak
hid behind the clouds, discreet
a challenge cast, the reapers needs
to light old valor and new seeds
Cuts to the core of tempered steel
set to rise, wax and wane proclaim
etching with its rays of cream, surreal
captured all in its domain
Glinting, shines its light on everyone
bend, drop your pants and show your bum.
Written by slipalong
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Anonymous
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