Poetry competition CLOSED 8th October 2024 2:13am
WINNER
Grace (IDryad)
Grace (IDryad)
RUNNERS-UP:
O_Dee
and Rew
Describe What You do for a Living
Poetry Contest Description
But make it scary!
Describe what you do for a living but make it scary! I'm not looking for blood and guts ( though implying it will happen is okay ); I'm looking for suspense and something that makes the skin crawl. . .and me shudder!
• NEW writes ONLY
• ONE entry per Poet
• ANY type of Form accepted, including spoken word and visual
• TASTEFUL erotica accepted but NO pump & dump or it will be removed
• The shorter the better. *
* I'd love to see a command of words that cuts chill right to the bone!
You have a month! Good luck, and most importantly, HAVE FUN!
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"The Dark and Frigid"
Below the fathoms, past light’s domain
Where sun and stars dare not remain
I stalk the deep in iron’s hold
A sentinel of secrets cold
In caverns black, where shadows writhe
In silence, waiting, I survive
The hull, it groans like mournful wails
A ghost ship lost in murky trails
The compass spins, a treacherous guide
Through trench and pit where horrors hide
The weight of eons crushes near
And whispers things no soul should hear
My breath is stale, the air is thin
A coffin’s echo trapped within
The sonar’s ping, a lonely bell
A call to beasts that swim from Hell
They prowl the depths, unseen, unknown
Where God and man have never flown
Through endless black and currents wild
I chart the path of Leviathan’s child
The thrumming pulse of engines’ beat
A hymn to those that time will eat
The ice above, a frozen lid
To lock away what must be hid
The crew, they stare with haunted eyes
For here, beneath, no hero lies
Just men adrift in iron tomb
With secrets sealed in ocean’s womb
We dive through dark, relentless dread
Where every whisper wakes the dead
Through portholes stained with algae’s creep
I glimpse the things that never sleep
They linger just beyond the hull
The shapes that pull and push and lull
They call me down to join their feast
To feed the hunger of the beast
The hull might hold, the hull might break
Each dive a gamble mortals take
For here, below, in waters cursed
The air grows thick, the thirst grows worse
The cold, it grips with icy claws
And silence rules with brutal laws
I live in fear of breaking light
Of what will surface in the night
The pressure mounts, the steel will groan
A kingdom carved from bone on bone
And in this depth, I pay my fee
Soul lost to the blackened sea
Below the fathoms, past light’s domain
Where sun and stars dare not remain
I stalk the deep in iron’s hold
A sentinel of secrets cold
In caverns black, where shadows writhe
In silence, waiting, I survive
The hull, it groans like mournful wails
A ghost ship lost in murky trails
The compass spins, a treacherous guide
Through trench and pit where horrors hide
The weight of eons crushes near
And whispers things no soul should hear
My breath is stale, the air is thin
A coffin’s echo trapped within
The sonar’s ping, a lonely bell
A call to beasts that swim from Hell
They prowl the depths, unseen, unknown
Where God and man have never flown
Through endless black and currents wild
I chart the path of Leviathan’s child
The thrumming pulse of engines’ beat
A hymn to those that time will eat
The ice above, a frozen lid
To lock away what must be hid
The crew, they stare with haunted eyes
For here, beneath, no hero lies
Just men adrift in iron tomb
With secrets sealed in ocean’s womb
We dive through dark, relentless dread
Where every whisper wakes the dead
Through portholes stained with algae’s creep
I glimpse the things that never sleep
They linger just beyond the hull
The shapes that pull and push and lull
They call me down to join their feast
To feed the hunger of the beast
The hull might hold, the hull might break
Each dive a gamble mortals take
For here, below, in waters cursed
The air grows thick, the thirst grows worse
The cold, it grips with icy claws
And silence rules with brutal laws
I live in fear of breaking light
Of what will surface in the night
The pressure mounts, the steel will groan
A kingdom carved from bone on bone
And in this depth, I pay my fee
Soul lost to the blackened sea
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CHEF
As I walk these frigid caverns
The dead call to me
preserve the flesh
wrapped in plastic
Stripped down to the bone
Await the funeral pyres
apply deft touch
the chopping block
My artistic brush
Coats the meat with herbal butter
behold fresh kills
daily in hell
What culinary delicacies tickles your fancy
Frog legs and the eye of newt
Inside my witches' brew
As I gather the slaughtered with my necromancy
Bat wings and black widow webs
Adder's fork for the dead
I slam the cleaver thru meat
Breaking thru the bones
ripping the sinew
reveling in flesh
Human vermin will
Feast upon my creation
mash the nightshade
into a paste
A smiggen of brine
Then a pinch of sacred black gold
ladle the brew
onto the spuds
So tell me
What culinary delicacies tickles your fancy
Frog legs and the eye of newt
Inside my witches' brew
As I gather the slaughtered with my necromancy
Bat wings and black widow webs
Adder's fork for the dead
Dust the malus with muscovado
And canella
Then place the concoction inside the
sarcophagus
And cover the pauper's grave with strips
then glaze with
Dead baby chickens
BAKE AT 375
F O R F I F T Y U N H O L Y M I N U T E S
so let me ask you one more time
What culinary delicacies tickles your fancy
Frog legs and the eye of newt
Inside my witches' brew
As I gather the slaughtered with my necromancy
Bat wings and black widow webs
Adder's fork for the dead
I hope you enjoy
because
Because
BECAUSE
Your flesh is up next
The dead call to me
preserve the flesh
wrapped in plastic
Stripped down to the bone
Await the funeral pyres
apply deft touch
the chopping block
My artistic brush
Coats the meat with herbal butter
behold fresh kills
daily in hell
What culinary delicacies tickles your fancy
Frog legs and the eye of newt
Inside my witches' brew
As I gather the slaughtered with my necromancy
Bat wings and black widow webs
Adder's fork for the dead
I slam the cleaver thru meat
Breaking thru the bones
ripping the sinew
reveling in flesh
Human vermin will
Feast upon my creation
mash the nightshade
into a paste
A smiggen of brine
Then a pinch of sacred black gold
ladle the brew
onto the spuds
So tell me
What culinary delicacies tickles your fancy
Frog legs and the eye of newt
Inside my witches' brew
As I gather the slaughtered with my necromancy
Bat wings and black widow webs
Adder's fork for the dead
Dust the malus with muscovado
And canella
Then place the concoction inside the
sarcophagus
And cover the pauper's grave with strips
then glaze with
Dead baby chickens
BAKE AT 375
F O R F I F T Y U N H O L Y M I N U T E S
so let me ask you one more time
What culinary delicacies tickles your fancy
Frog legs and the eye of newt
Inside my witches' brew
As I gather the slaughtered with my necromancy
Bat wings and black widow webs
Adder's fork for the dead
I hope you enjoy
because
Because
BECAUSE
Your flesh is up next
Written by HadesRising
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