Poetry Competition Ends 22nd December 2024 2:57pm
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Poem of the Month - December 2024
Poetry Contest Description
Three weeks to nominate your favorite DUP poems!
Welcome to December's Poem of the Month, the final of 2024!
ANNOUNCEMENT: Due to a personal issue, Luna will no longer be able to host this fabulous competition! We'd like to take the time to thank her for doing such a fabulous job as hostess and will be sending her loads of positive energy and love.
Beginning next month, January 01, 2025, Mel44 will be assuming the position of hostess to kick the new year off right! We want to welcome Mel and thank her for serving DU in this capacity!
Now, ONWARD, NOMINATORS!
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.
This comp will run three weeks followed by a week of voting
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
Nov -
Dec -
2023:
January - Styxian
February - Daniel Christensen
March - Betty
April - DaisyGrace
May - Northern_Soul
June - Neves
July - Razzerleaf
August - _feral
September - Adelphina
October - Cipher_O
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
ANNOUNCEMENT: Due to a personal issue, Luna will no longer be able to host this fabulous competition! We'd like to take the time to thank her for doing such a fabulous job as hostess and will be sending her loads of positive energy and love.
Beginning next month, January 01, 2025, Mel44 will be assuming the position of hostess to kick the new year off right! We want to welcome Mel and thank her for serving DU in this capacity!
Now, ONWARD, NOMINATORS!
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.
This comp will run three weeks followed by a week of voting
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
Nov -
Dec -
2023:
January - Styxian
February - Daniel Christensen
March - Betty
April - DaisyGrace
May - Northern_Soul
June - Neves
July - Razzerleaf
August - _feral
September - Adelphina
October - Cipher_O
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
White lines and asphalt
I felt it yesterday evening,
standing at the edge of the village.
No cars, no people, no sun -
no interesting clouds.
An empty chill
as creeps from Summer’s far edge,
when bonfires burn
and leaves turn to blue smoke curls.
A curlew call would not be out of place
in the wide, airy stillness,
magnified with the distant hushed rush
of unknown travellers.
It was like a condensation of forgotten memories
from long, long ago
superimposed on the road.
I felt a question, unspoken words
from the winding asphalt and white lines.
I asked “What?” I said
“Where ...?”
The road did not reply, but the White lines and asphalt
whistled.
standing at the edge of the village.
No cars, no people, no sun -
no interesting clouds.
An empty chill
as creeps from Summer’s far edge,
when bonfires burn
and leaves turn to blue smoke curls.
A curlew call would not be out of place
in the wide, airy stillness,
magnified with the distant hushed rush
of unknown travellers.
It was like a condensation of forgotten memories
from long, long ago
superimposed on the road.
I felt a question, unspoken words
from the winding asphalt and white lines.
I asked “What?” I said
“Where ...?”
The road did not reply, but the White lines and asphalt
whistled.
Written by SeaCat
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November
The slow roll of the twilight gray
comes to kiss the day away
in nimbostratus billow sky
and silhouettes for every eye
of leafless branch and naked twig
in lumber slumber for the sprig...
we hope to see, come what may,
after winter has had its say.
comes to kiss the day away
in nimbostratus billow sky
and silhouettes for every eye
of leafless branch and naked twig
in lumber slumber for the sprig...
we hope to see, come what may,
after winter has had its say.
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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alcoholic poet(ry)
a man of letters,
who pens
upon the trivial
matters
in convivial
inns and dens,
where his life is spent invariably
in tatters
Written by dartford
(Paul S...)
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And Now, Here They Are...
Lennon and McCartney, Harrison, Starr
Drums and bass, electric guitar
Epstein, Cavern, sixty-two
John's harmonica, love me do
Movies, songs, hard day night's
Me to you, duo writes
Yesterdays music, help at hand
Screaming hysteria, devoted fans
Ed Sullivan, The U.S.A
Beatlemania, rocked away
Revolving Rigby, rubber soul
Sergeant Pepper, fixing holes
Roll up, roll up, the mystery tour
Step this way, the trippy four
India, sitar, album white
The Maharishi, inner light
Producer Martin, Abbey Road
Let it be, the music rolled
Swinging sixties, ticket rides
Ninety-seventy, music died
Drums and bass, electric guitar
Epstein, Cavern, sixty-two
John's harmonica, love me do
Movies, songs, hard day night's
Me to you, duo writes
Yesterdays music, help at hand
Screaming hysteria, devoted fans
Ed Sullivan, The U.S.A
Beatlemania, rocked away
Revolving Rigby, rubber soul
Sergeant Pepper, fixing holes
Roll up, roll up, the mystery tour
Step this way, the trippy four
India, sitar, album white
The Maharishi, inner light
Producer Martin, Abbey Road
Let it be, the music rolled
Swinging sixties, ticket rides
Ninety-seventy, music died
Written by Pete_25
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Searchin for death
Death
I've been looking for you
I have choked life
Shook it by it's scrawny neck
Fucked the taste out of it's mouth
Made it scream
Making it want to die
Now I'm walking alone on the cinder trail
Come on
Show me what you got!
I've been looking for you
I have choked life
Shook it by it's scrawny neck
Fucked the taste out of it's mouth
Made it scream
Making it want to die
Now I'm walking alone on the cinder trail
Come on
Show me what you got!
Written by Vision_of_insanity
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Sidewalks
Look, don't turn your head when you pass me,
unless you want me to break your neck
so you can always walk
with your chin up and your nose to the side...
Look, don't pretend you don't know me,
that you never touched my hand
and that we were never together
in a public restroom on the side of the road
or on the edge of the abyss.
Think about it, we ate the same food
and we drank the same drink
and I never stopped supporting your forehead
by the toilet for the rest of the lost night,
sometimes we even dreamed the same dreams.
So, don't look crooked so you don't see me,
Don't change sidewalks just to lose sight of me,
because you know that your skin
It still smells deeply like me.
Maybe I don't even love you anymore.
Perhaps...
unless you want me to break your neck
so you can always walk
with your chin up and your nose to the side...
Look, don't pretend you don't know me,
that you never touched my hand
and that we were never together
in a public restroom on the side of the road
or on the edge of the abyss.
Think about it, we ate the same food
and we drank the same drink
and I never stopped supporting your forehead
by the toilet for the rest of the lost night,
sometimes we even dreamed the same dreams.
So, don't look crooked so you don't see me,
Don't change sidewalks just to lose sight of me,
because you know that your skin
It still smells deeply like me.
Maybe I don't even love you anymore.
Perhaps...
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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