Poetry Competition Ends 22nd November 2024 1:32pm
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Poem of the Month - November 2024
Poetry Contest Description
Three weeks to nominate your favorite DUP 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
July - Nixprty
August - Shilohverse
September - Her
October - Wallyroo92
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
July - Nixprty
August - Shilohverse
September - Her
October - Wallyroo92
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
Flashing Lights
when the twilight is a fading glow
beacon of life tell a tale of woe
the star is now a distant light
the fading glow signaling night
once strong stark and bold
standing as a sentinel with stories told
of bravery with audacious breath
never minding there lurks death
dances of love rhythmic embrace
not seeing shadows on fragile face
moments not seen, lost and found
thinking love last forever no end
with the zenith of the sun
reaper will make his stand
a smile a wink and a guiding hand
he takes us forward to the inevitable end
II: The Beginning
it was all based on trust
which led to the deceit
spoken in shadows cast
by an unsure heart
it was betrayal so bitter
the exquisite pain so sharp
with grace she held to her
love songs sung with angel harp
the friendship with hearts entwined
intricate patterns emotions designed
surface glitter in darkness lies
truth concealed in lying eyes
III: The broken Vows
her journey long her rest were short
kisses and hugs strewn along the way
confetti and rice thrown outside the church
ended vows when scene betray
hearts shattered yet try again
holding another stranger's hand
yet again promises made ended
kisses land on her bridesmaid
the fight was short
the battle lost
she walked away with a broken heart
yet again she travelled forth
...footprints on the sand
handprints on the wall
graffiti of life
in the walls of time...
beacon of life tell a tale of woe
the star is now a distant light
the fading glow signaling night
once strong stark and bold
standing as a sentinel with stories told
of bravery with audacious breath
never minding there lurks death
dances of love rhythmic embrace
not seeing shadows on fragile face
moments not seen, lost and found
thinking love last forever no end
with the zenith of the sun
reaper will make his stand
a smile a wink and a guiding hand
he takes us forward to the inevitable end
II: The Beginning
it was all based on trust
which led to the deceit
spoken in shadows cast
by an unsure heart
it was betrayal so bitter
the exquisite pain so sharp
with grace she held to her
love songs sung with angel harp
the friendship with hearts entwined
intricate patterns emotions designed
surface glitter in darkness lies
truth concealed in lying eyes
III: The broken Vows
her journey long her rest were short
kisses and hugs strewn along the way
confetti and rice thrown outside the church
ended vows when scene betray
hearts shattered yet try again
holding another stranger's hand
yet again promises made ended
kisses land on her bridesmaid
the fight was short
the battle lost
she walked away with a broken heart
yet again she travelled forth
...footprints on the sand
handprints on the wall
graffiti of life
in the walls of time...
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Dreams, Streams & Waterfalls
This life has had it's way
This place has had its way with me
This loss that burns so cold
Won't back down it will never go away
These dying breaths are fading now
Seems like breathing has lost its charm
That flame i once felt inside
Seems the glow finally died
The memories i had of you
And the place where we ran through
Streams and waterfalls
The memories are fading now
Just like the strength that carried us through
Dreams and waterfalls
Is this what it will come to?
A drowning pool of hopeless heartache
A pond where memories die
Slowly drained and washed away
If i had the strength i would lift us up
If i had some more undiscovered ways
But this time it is real
This time i will surely die
This is the last goodbye
The final words of regret
This is the last goodbye before i die
This place has had its way with me
This loss that burns so cold
Won't back down it will never go away
These dying breaths are fading now
Seems like breathing has lost its charm
That flame i once felt inside
Seems the glow finally died
The memories i had of you
And the place where we ran through
Streams and waterfalls
The memories are fading now
Just like the strength that carried us through
Dreams and waterfalls
Is this what it will come to?
A drowning pool of hopeless heartache
A pond where memories die
Slowly drained and washed away
If i had the strength i would lift us up
If i had some more undiscovered ways
But this time it is real
This time i will surely die
This is the last goodbye
The final words of regret
This is the last goodbye before i die
Written by Vision_of_insanity
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I Do Not Agree With Reality
I am alive.
Open my body, what do you find?
Periods and question marks.
A useless hide.
A meat sack of trivial answers and lies.
Locks of hair entangling my mind.
Wading through emotional turmoil tides.
Combing through the who's and why's.
Leaving all of reality behind.
I'm just a cunt. Some useless meat.
Come prize me as your specialty.
I'll give you your dose of prime protein.
And fatten you with psychological schemes.
Keep me alive in your dreams.
Keep me close, don't try to hide.
Keep me wet, squeaky and clean.
Keep me exposed; opened wide.
I am alive, for you to question.
Make a statement and you are wrong.
What you think is the lesson.
I've been leading you astray all along.
I'm your world of your creation.
That cunt that always lies.
I'm the beast you're hunting for predation.
While I mimick my enemies crimes.
Open my body, what do you find?
Accusations and remarks.
You're wrong to trust your own creation.
It's your mind that's in the dark. ;)
Open my body, what do you find?
Periods and question marks.
A useless hide.
A meat sack of trivial answers and lies.
Locks of hair entangling my mind.
Wading through emotional turmoil tides.
Combing through the who's and why's.
Leaving all of reality behind.
I'm just a cunt. Some useless meat.
Come prize me as your specialty.
I'll give you your dose of prime protein.
And fatten you with psychological schemes.
Keep me alive in your dreams.
Keep me close, don't try to hide.
Keep me wet, squeaky and clean.
Keep me exposed; opened wide.
I am alive, for you to question.
Make a statement and you are wrong.
What you think is the lesson.
I've been leading you astray all along.
I'm your world of your creation.
That cunt that always lies.
I'm the beast you're hunting for predation.
While I mimick my enemies crimes.
Open my body, what do you find?
Accusations and remarks.
You're wrong to trust your own creation.
It's your mind that's in the dark. ;)
Written by AfterSexDilemma
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JUDGING A POEM
I
Confess that I am among
the innumerable souls that
dare to venture into the magical
and amazing world of writing
and reading poetry.
I
use to try to write and judge
poems by syntax, grammar,
and all the rules Mrs. Know it All
taught in English 301.
I
use to read the great and
well known poets and conclude
that "I might as well forget trying
to write even a simple poem."
THEN
after years of silence but still
in the corner of my heart there
was the urge to write something,
maybe even a poem. Then one
day in a coffee shop years ago
I jotted down these words:
"I am not going to write poems
worrying about being judged by others;
neither am I going to read poems in
order to JUDGE others." I was free at last.
Confess that I am among
the innumerable souls that
dare to venture into the magical
and amazing world of writing
and reading poetry.
I
use to try to write and judge
poems by syntax, grammar,
and all the rules Mrs. Know it All
taught in English 301.
I
use to read the great and
well known poets and conclude
that "I might as well forget trying
to write even a simple poem."
THEN
after years of silence but still
in the corner of my heart there
was the urge to write something,
maybe even a poem. Then one
day in a coffee shop years ago
I jotted down these words:
"I am not going to write poems
worrying about being judged by others;
neither am I going to read poems in
order to JUDGE others." I was free at last.
Written by TheOralizer
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Awhile
colour
my heart
with your lips
it's been
fading
awhile
fill
my soul
with your fire
the embers
have cooled
awhile
touch
my skin
with your breath
it has
not felt in
awhile
hold
me close
with your arms
love has
evaded me
awhile
my heart
with your lips
it's been
fading
awhile
fill
my soul
with your fire
the embers
have cooled
awhile
touch
my skin
with your breath
it has
not felt in
awhile
hold
me close
with your arms
love has
evaded me
awhile
Written by AspergerPoet56
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The false pretenses campaign
Natural men, in their awkward majesty,
descend to the lushly absurd fields of paradise,
where the spectral line of sports begins.
A peculiar ballet of limbs,
an odd assortment of sinew,
unfolds like a grotesque tapestry.
Under the surreal sun, their bodies,
partially symbiotic, partially independent,
contort and stretch in clumsy elegance.
The air thick with the irony of sweat and flowers,
a collision of the primal and the sublime.
Grunts echo like misplaced sonnets,
as they engage in the bizarre rituals
of competitive absurdity.
Every jump, every throw, an idiosyncratic gesture,
a tribute to the awkward beauty of existence.
Paradise, a haven of the perfectly imperfect,
witnesses this disjointed choreography.
The audience, a blur of indifferent spirits,
observes in bemused silence,
the incongruous spectacle,
as natural men play their endless,
bewildering games.
descend to the lushly absurd fields of paradise,
where the spectral line of sports begins.
A peculiar ballet of limbs,
an odd assortment of sinew,
unfolds like a grotesque tapestry.
Under the surreal sun, their bodies,
partially symbiotic, partially independent,
contort and stretch in clumsy elegance.
The air thick with the irony of sweat and flowers,
a collision of the primal and the sublime.
Grunts echo like misplaced sonnets,
as they engage in the bizarre rituals
of competitive absurdity.
Every jump, every throw, an idiosyncratic gesture,
a tribute to the awkward beauty of existence.
Paradise, a haven of the perfectly imperfect,
witnesses this disjointed choreography.
The audience, a blur of indifferent spirits,
observes in bemused silence,
the incongruous spectacle,
as natural men play their endless,
bewildering games.
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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The Way I Love You
When you are not with me
You are my first thought when I wake up
My last thought before I fall asleep
You are every sip that I drink
You are the sweet fruits that I eat
You are my healing water of life
You are the cooling breeze of wind
Caressing my skin on hot summer days
You accompany me deeply rooted in my heart
When you are with me
We are completely naked
There is no holding back
I share every thought with you
Listen to you attentively
I feel your feelingso
Sense your needs
Fulfill your wishes
Even before you express them
Your skin is my canvas to write on
With my fingertips and juicy Ink
An invitation to a wild dance
Ecstatic and with burning passion
Our souls are intertwined
Our hearts beat as one
I love you unconditionally
Your body, your mind and your soul
Written by Sappho
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