Poetry competition CLOSED 31st August 2024 2:00am
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The Long Sleep
Will glory be there,
for me to go
when life is done
and over here
will my sleep be deep
will my dreams be long
within its eternal embrace
will lovers spurned
haunt me still
for broken promises made
be it that or be it not
the time is near
when I must say goodnight
to this life’s light.
for me to go
when life is done
and over here
will my sleep be deep
will my dreams be long
within its eternal embrace
will lovers spurned
haunt me still
for broken promises made
be it that or be it not
the time is near
when I must say goodnight
to this life’s light.
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Paling the ivory
Beauty wilted in her chair
Her last straw, enkindled
Her delicacy has been marred
by the ruse of a swindler
Clutching her pearls,
she fondles the blade
The tip slips in
her bed has been laid
Shedding her robe,
Emerald tint, satin lined
stained with the blood
of her status decline
Her ivory has paled,
She’s exhaled her existence
She’s emptied her vessel
She’s crumpled
Non-existent
Death held her hand
as they danced through the parlour
Into the gloom
Death’s grip became harder
As he sat her aside
He gave her a mirror
“Look at how lovely you were.”
And her fate became clear
Beauty broke down
There was no way to mask it
Beguiled by the reaper
He opens the casket
“After you.” He announced
“You will find what you seek.”
And beauty,
composed
Found the words to bespeak
“I am lovely, be honest
You can’t let me decay.”
Death straddled the coffin
With a look of dismay
“There’s only one way,”
Quipped the pestilent host
“Your beauty can remain
In the form of a ghost.”
“I accept.” She announced
As her body became sheer
“You’ll find me every time
you look in the mirror.”
Her last straw, enkindled
Her delicacy has been marred
by the ruse of a swindler
Clutching her pearls,
she fondles the blade
The tip slips in
her bed has been laid
Shedding her robe,
Emerald tint, satin lined
stained with the blood
of her status decline
Her ivory has paled,
She’s exhaled her existence
She’s emptied her vessel
She’s crumpled
Non-existent
Death held her hand
as they danced through the parlour
Into the gloom
Death’s grip became harder
As he sat her aside
He gave her a mirror
“Look at how lovely you were.”
And her fate became clear
Beauty broke down
There was no way to mask it
Beguiled by the reaper
He opens the casket
“After you.” He announced
“You will find what you seek.”
And beauty,
composed
Found the words to bespeak
“I am lovely, be honest
You can’t let me decay.”
Death straddled the coffin
With a look of dismay
“There’s only one way,”
Quipped the pestilent host
“Your beauty can remain
In the form of a ghost.”
“I accept.” She announced
As her body became sheer
“You’ll find me every time
you look in the mirror.”
Written by Everavalon
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THE REAPER'S SONG
though you ignore me
i'm right here
waiting for the moment,
dear,
when sweet and tender flesh
goes cold --
no matter if you're
young or old
there will be that
happy time
when everything you are
is mine
and then, my love,
you've found your place
nestled in my cold embrace
where earth and sod become the sky
and only dark will fill your your eye
and silence fill your pretty ear
and i'll be there
cuddled near
oh, worry not -- you can't evade
my loving touch, for we were made
to be together, such is fate
and thus, my pet, i stand and wait
while lovers marvel
at your style,
your worldly charm,
your girlish smile
those lovers do not bother me
for you are mine
and so are they
i'm right here
waiting for the moment,
dear,
when sweet and tender flesh
goes cold --
no matter if you're
young or old
there will be that
happy time
when everything you are
is mine
and then, my love,
you've found your place
nestled in my cold embrace
where earth and sod become the sky
and only dark will fill your your eye
and silence fill your pretty ear
and i'll be there
cuddled near
oh, worry not -- you can't evade
my loving touch, for we were made
to be together, such is fate
and thus, my pet, i stand and wait
while lovers marvel
at your style,
your worldly charm,
your girlish smile
those lovers do not bother me
for you are mine
and so are they
Written by javalini
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Before the Show
The Crimson Ghost assisting Marilyn Monroe
Getting herself dolled up, right before the show
Horror-Punk icons The Misfits will take the stage
Props and actors are ready, the crowd will soon rage
Where punk, horror, sexploitation & sci-fi unite as one
Creating a unique blend of music & imagery that is second to none
Getting herself dolled up, right before the show
Horror-Punk icons The Misfits will take the stage
Props and actors are ready, the crowd will soon rage
Where punk, horror, sexploitation & sci-fi unite as one
Creating a unique blend of music & imagery that is second to none
Written by Vision_of_insanity
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Vanity
Tell me what is it that you see
You keep staring at your reflection
Now look a little deeper please
And do a thorough introspection
All you see is your shallow prettiness
Now look just beyond the mirror
You see that vast abyss of emptiness
Thats your soul, is it becoming clearer
You never once even saw the sun
Or the beauty from all of nature
You also never loved anyone
Or experienced anything greater
Just your own indulgence of inhumanity
Which left your emotions in isolation
This coffin is punishment for your vanity
Sentenced to a life of eternal damnation
You keep staring at your reflection
Now look a little deeper please
And do a thorough introspection
All you see is your shallow prettiness
Now look just beyond the mirror
You see that vast abyss of emptiness
Thats your soul, is it becoming clearer
You never once even saw the sun
Or the beauty from all of nature
You also never loved anyone
Or experienced anything greater
Just your own indulgence of inhumanity
Which left your emotions in isolation
This coffin is punishment for your vanity
Sentenced to a life of eternal damnation
Written by Mstrmnd1923
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Final Viewing
Next, have a seat here on your casket and tell me how you're doing
Relax yourself with rigor mortis as I prepare you for the viewing
That ashen look will disappear with just a few tweaks
I may have to break your jawbone to help you speak
I'll use curling irons of hell's fire to revive your hair
I'll fill in the bald spots yes I can put hair back anywhere
Just watch as my nimble little fingers move along here and there
Watch as I add back your life's color as if out of thin air
I have rice flour to add color and replace flaking skin
A little rouge is what I'll use to add a little sin
Yes it's good that you have pouty lips let me paint them red
Believe me you have forever and a day to resemble the dead
Let's just get past this viewing, when I'm finished you can lie down
While your coffin is open please remember not to move around
Just lie there and allow them to marvel at all the work that I did
The stab wounds and strangulation prints have all been hid
So take one last look at yourself in this mirror before becoming my wife
You became Persephone to my Hades thanks to your killer's knife
In time you will in doubt look just like Me
But to achieve this level of beauty could take you an eternity
Relax yourself with rigor mortis as I prepare you for the viewing
That ashen look will disappear with just a few tweaks
I may have to break your jawbone to help you speak
I'll use curling irons of hell's fire to revive your hair
I'll fill in the bald spots yes I can put hair back anywhere
Just watch as my nimble little fingers move along here and there
Watch as I add back your life's color as if out of thin air
I have rice flour to add color and replace flaking skin
A little rouge is what I'll use to add a little sin
Yes it's good that you have pouty lips let me paint them red
Believe me you have forever and a day to resemble the dead
Let's just get past this viewing, when I'm finished you can lie down
While your coffin is open please remember not to move around
Just lie there and allow them to marvel at all the work that I did
The stab wounds and strangulation prints have all been hid
So take one last look at yourself in this mirror before becoming my wife
You became Persephone to my Hades thanks to your killer's knife
In time you will in doubt look just like Me
But to achieve this level of beauty could take you an eternity
Written by I_IS_ME
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"Beauty Cold"
In yon shadowed vale where moon doth pale,
There walked a maiden, fair and frail
Her beauty bright, like summer’s bloom,
Didst cast a light 'gainst ebon gloom
But lo, in silence crept the shade,
A form of dread, in dark arrayed
Death, he cometh with naught but night,
To claim the soul, to steal the light
The maiden vain, with eyes so wide,
Did mock his steps, her fear denied
“Begone, foul wraith!” she thus did cry,
“For I, so fair, shall never die!”
Yet Death, unmoved by mortal grace,
Drew closer still, to her embrace
“No flesh, no bone, canst halt mine pace,
For beauty fades, as doth the face”
With icy breath, he whispered low,
“Thy pride, dear child, shall be thy woe”
And as she wept, her youth did wane,
For beauty’s kiss is but in vain
Her skin did pale, her eyes did dim,
She saw her end within his grim
“No charm, nor plea, can turn aside,
The fate that all in darkness bide”
And so the maiden, lost to dread,
Was led by Death where shadows tread
Her beauty’s echo, a hollow cry,
In the void where the soulless lie
In that cursed vale, her tale is told,
Of vanity’s doom, and Death’s cold hold
For in the darkness, all must go,
Where neither light nor beauty show
In yon shadowed vale where moon doth pale,
There walked a maiden, fair and frail
Her beauty bright, like summer’s bloom,
Didst cast a light 'gainst ebon gloom
But lo, in silence crept the shade,
A form of dread, in dark arrayed
Death, he cometh with naught but night,
To claim the soul, to steal the light
The maiden vain, with eyes so wide,
Did mock his steps, her fear denied
“Begone, foul wraith!” she thus did cry,
“For I, so fair, shall never die!”
Yet Death, unmoved by mortal grace,
Drew closer still, to her embrace
“No flesh, no bone, canst halt mine pace,
For beauty fades, as doth the face”
With icy breath, he whispered low,
“Thy pride, dear child, shall be thy woe”
And as she wept, her youth did wane,
For beauty’s kiss is but in vain
Her skin did pale, her eyes did dim,
She saw her end within his grim
“No charm, nor plea, can turn aside,
The fate that all in darkness bide”
And so the maiden, lost to dread,
Was led by Death where shadows tread
Her beauty’s echo, a hollow cry,
In the void where the soulless lie
In that cursed vale, her tale is told,
Of vanity’s doom, and Death’s cold hold
For in the darkness, all must go,
Where neither light nor beauty show
Related submission no longer exists.
A serenading Whisper in Return. Love is the Message.
I awakening to a sweet parade of music, marching inside of my head, And it is so slow and mellow. My heart dances to it's melody. Like a flame to a moth, yet what is a flame to a King. Kindle wood to turn a flame into a bonfire. And her song is burning inside my head. Warming my soul warming my bed. Serenades seducing me with beautiful love songs. That are flickering red, and I reach out to touch it. This forest has a desire to be burned, with love in kind, and love in turn. Her love songs are going to burn this forest down. Just to return. I love your Sweet Serenade my Queen. So play on, so mellow, and soft. Play on.
Written by darkcloud68
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The perfect car
Lambo bmw Mercedes Benz
The perfect car is not something you can just buy bc you can
The perfect car must feel right
It must feel like home
The car must feel like a safe space for a person
The perfect car is not just a piece of metal
No
It’s more then tht
The perfect car
Is a car tht runs smoothly
That good on gas smells good
Low maintenance
The perfect car is perfect for its owner
The perfect cat is something just oh it’s just another car
No it’s more
It’s that my baby tht my ride I did that on my own
The perfect car is only perfect if you keep it how you found it
Sometimes the perfect car is a old 2008 bmw
Or a 2005 Cadillac
But it’s perfect for you
See the thing about car is it’s nvr perfect
Cars have dings and marks on them
But yet we still think it’s perfect
A car can have so much issues but yet it perfect to us
A car is not something we use to get around its our car it’s our way of staying alive
Our cars have seen it all
The perfect car is your person
Your safe space your home
A perfect car is how you found it
Even if it was banged up when you found it
The perfect car is how you see it differently from others
The perfect car is special
It’s like a baby learning to walk
It’s a new beginning it’s your perfect car
The perfect car is perfect for you
Lambo bmw Mercedes Benz
The perfect car is not something you can just buy bc you can
The perfect car must feel right
It must feel like home
The car must feel like a safe space for a person
The perfect car is not just a piece of metal
No
It’s more then tht
The perfect car
Is a car tht runs smoothly
That good on gas smells good
Low maintenance
The perfect car is perfect for its owner
The perfect cat is something just oh it’s just another car
No it’s more
It’s that my baby tht my ride I did that on my own
The perfect car is only perfect if you keep it how you found it
Sometimes the perfect car is a old 2008 bmw
Or a 2005 Cadillac
But it’s perfect for you
See the thing about car is it’s nvr perfect
Cars have dings and marks on them
But yet we still think it’s perfect
A car can have so much issues but yet it perfect to us
A car is not something we use to get around its our car it’s our way of staying alive
Our cars have seen it all
The perfect car is your person
Your safe space your home
A perfect car is how you found it
Even if it was banged up when you found it
The perfect car is how you see it differently from others
The perfect car is special
It’s like a baby learning to walk
It’s a new beginning it’s your perfect car
The perfect car is perfect for you
Vanity
I'm the moon mirror.
My gaze is where you bathe.
Impregnated with your fears.
Your lunacy is a phase.
I brighten your night.
A white rabbit in a maze.
You're the goddess I smite.
Don't be conceited. Behave.
With my moonbow I enchant.
At the end of the day.
In my lullabies I rant,
How I cradled the babe.
I send out my signals.
Constellations; the stage.
I'm always late. Never frugal.
I use suspense to get my way.
Like a ghost I am terrifying.
Yet, when you see my face,
My charisma is electrifying.
You'll never escape.
I'm the moon gleaming down.
Crashing in with the waves.
Forcing the strings on you clowns,
That dance to your graves.
My gaze is where you bathe.
Impregnated with your fears.
Your lunacy is a phase.
I brighten your night.
A white rabbit in a maze.
You're the goddess I smite.
Don't be conceited. Behave.
With my moonbow I enchant.
At the end of the day.
In my lullabies I rant,
How I cradled the babe.
I send out my signals.
Constellations; the stage.
I'm always late. Never frugal.
I use suspense to get my way.
Like a ghost I am terrifying.
Yet, when you see my face,
My charisma is electrifying.
You'll never escape.
I'm the moon gleaming down.
Crashing in with the waves.
Forcing the strings on you clowns,
That dance to your graves.
Written by AfterSexDilemma
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soreness
the glasses of attachment
were removed,
the impurities
of the mind
were removed,
the meeting
with myself
remained pending forever...
the doors of liberation
of the frozen soul opened...
rehearsal and relations,
profits and losses
were swept away in the air...
the purple butterfly
sitting on the paper
flew away in the
direction of the universe...
the bed became empty,
a shadow hung
on the wall
in the form of a frame...
many sunsets
were seen in the
jeweled mirror,
the roses of "karma"
started crying bitterly...
after centuries of thirst,
many questions were asked,
silence spoke through the eyes,
the blood of the body
was squeezed
into the inaccessible space...
the shadow left,
the eternal darkness
all vanished,
everything passed
in the form and formless,
the time from
birth to the grave
turned into a "sigh..."
death hidden
behind the curtain of air
started smiling...:)
seeing the
ephemeral existence in the mirror...
were removed,
the impurities
of the mind
were removed,
the meeting
with myself
remained pending forever...
the doors of liberation
of the frozen soul opened...
rehearsal and relations,
profits and losses
were swept away in the air...
the purple butterfly
sitting on the paper
flew away in the
direction of the universe...
the bed became empty,
a shadow hung
on the wall
in the form of a frame...
many sunsets
were seen in the
jeweled mirror,
the roses of "karma"
started crying bitterly...
after centuries of thirst,
many questions were asked,
silence spoke through the eyes,
the blood of the body
was squeezed
into the inaccessible space...
the shadow left,
the eternal darkness
all vanished,
everything passed
in the form and formless,
the time from
birth to the grave
turned into a "sigh..."
death hidden
behind the curtain of air
started smiling...:)
seeing the
ephemeral existence in the mirror...
Written by dimpy
(dimpsmoon)
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