Poetry Competition Ends 24th December 2024 8:12am
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Hell Hath No Fury…(Devil’s Child)
He’s the dark side of poetry
With heart
Fed up
He’ll tell you how fucked up
Everything is
But this friend of mine
Has seen it time and time again
How life
Just
Doesn’t
Give
A shit
And I get it
I do
He’s also got one of the kindest hearts
He doesn’t like suffering
Of any kind
It’s too relatable
I see you, my friend, I do
We all hide behind something
And yeah, I may be outing you
But so do you
So, unleash the darkness
Let the fury fly
We can take it
As long as you keep writing
I’ll keep reading
(I’m glad you’re here)
With heart
Fed up
He’ll tell you how fucked up
Everything is
But this friend of mine
Has seen it time and time again
How life
Just
Doesn’t
Give
A shit
And I get it
I do
He’s also got one of the kindest hearts
He doesn’t like suffering
Of any kind
It’s too relatable
I see you, my friend, I do
We all hide behind something
And yeah, I may be outing you
But so do you
So, unleash the darkness
Let the fury fly
We can take it
As long as you keep writing
I’ll keep reading
(I’m glad you’re here)
Written by Her
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The Romantic Bard (The Oralizer)
The Kissing Place
Is magical
But it’s the man behind the words
That makes it so
His romanticism guarantees a swoon
With words that flow effortlessly
Over your body
Like a warm bath
Soothing
Painting lingual masterpieces on fleshy canvas
Your heart will skip a beat
As he lifts you into the paradise of his words
Challenging societal norms
Taboo topics
Nothing is off limits
Respectful and romantic
His poems transport you to a world
Where it’s all about YOU
My friend
A poet trained by Eros
And nurtured by Venus in the ways of love
A true erotic idealist
Passionate, tender, adventurous and sentimental
Meet him at The Kissing Place
And find out for yourself
You won’t be disappointed
(wink)
Is magical
But it’s the man behind the words
That makes it so
His romanticism guarantees a swoon
With words that flow effortlessly
Over your body
Like a warm bath
Soothing
Painting lingual masterpieces on fleshy canvas
Your heart will skip a beat
As he lifts you into the paradise of his words
Challenging societal norms
Taboo topics
Nothing is off limits
Respectful and romantic
His poems transport you to a world
Where it’s all about YOU
My friend
A poet trained by Eros
And nurtured by Venus in the ways of love
A true erotic idealist
Passionate, tender, adventurous and sentimental
Meet him at The Kissing Place
And find out for yourself
You won’t be disappointed
(wink)
Written by Her
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Her
What would DUP be
without
Her?
Fiery pen
Fiery soul
Laying down
Passion
Sorrow
Longing
Lustful abandon
In solid
Erotic
writes
There is so much more
In
Her
poetry.
Sharing
struggles
hardships
losses that
would sink
many others.
An advocate
supporter
collaborator
and
friend
In my journey
exploring
writing
visual art.
A voice in my head
saying
ignore what you think may please others
Push limits
Collaborative writes
friendly messages
Slowly eroding the barriers of online anonymity
Becoming friends
A term I don’t use lightly
Salute
without
Her?
Fiery pen
Fiery soul
Laying down
Passion
Sorrow
Longing
Lustful abandon
In solid
Erotic
writes
There is so much more
In
Her
poetry.
Sharing
struggles
hardships
losses that
would sink
many others.
An advocate
supporter
collaborator
and
friend
In my journey
exploring
writing
visual art.
A voice in my head
saying
ignore what you think may please others
Push limits
Collaborative writes
friendly messages
Slowly eroding the barriers of online anonymity
Becoming friends
A term I don’t use lightly
Salute
Written by Trillium
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Because There Aren’t Enough Words (WillowsWhimsies)
Her light shines brighter than the sun
But she holds it close to her chest
Not wanting to outshine
Even though she does
She stands on the fringe of shadows
No need for over exposure
“I'll just be over here in my little corner
spillin' what I'm feelin'
and doin' what I do”
See what I mean?
She pours her soul
Her heart
Her experiences onto her pages
And yours
With equal measure
Thoughtful, supportive, patient and kind
She’s one of a kind
Her footprints seen
Lifting me
When my journey
When life
Gets too heavy
Healing is meant to be shared
I’ll never have enough words
To express my gratitude
For her guidance
Our friendship
I thank the universe every day
For allowing our paths to cross
It’s not lost on me
That this friendship was meant to be
She holds her shine close to her chest
Shining brighter than the sun
But she holds it close to her chest
Not wanting to outshine
Even though she does
She stands on the fringe of shadows
No need for over exposure
“I'll just be over here in my little corner
spillin' what I'm feelin'
and doin' what I do”
See what I mean?
She pours her soul
Her heart
Her experiences onto her pages
And yours
With equal measure
Thoughtful, supportive, patient and kind
She’s one of a kind
Her footprints seen
Lifting me
When my journey
When life
Gets too heavy
Healing is meant to be shared
I’ll never have enough words
To express my gratitude
For her guidance
Our friendship
I thank the universe every day
For allowing our paths to cross
It’s not lost on me
That this friendship was meant to be
She holds her shine close to her chest
Shining brighter than the sun
Written by Her
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She Ain’t Broken (brokentitanium)
Her poetry
A tender heart
Wrapped in bad ass
Did you know this woman can sing?
Her voice is powerful
She eases herself into your soul
Brings you home
To the place you want to be
Discovering
You
I can see her
Laying in her hammock
Penning her poetry, her songs
Bringing us along
Life and healing aren’t always easy
But she makes it relatable
So you don’t feel so alone
Thank you, k
A tender heart
Wrapped in bad ass
Did you know this woman can sing?
Her voice is powerful
She eases herself into your soul
Brings you home
To the place you want to be
Discovering
You
I can see her
Laying in her hammock
Penning her poetry, her songs
Bringing us along
Life and healing aren’t always easy
But she makes it relatable
So you don’t feel so alone
Thank you, k
Written by Her
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Small Scale Swindler
I see your innocent lies.
The inner struggle.
I understand the inner position.
The need for crafty lines.
Eloquent apologies
Dear Father.....
Dear friend....
Sneaky lyrics
Poems
Dm's
It's never enough
Yet you cannot stand it.
But you must hold it
Every scrap, every drop
Holds you up
Steal a smile
A kiss, an hour, a pic,
A drop, a nip.
It's needed, you need it.
To line the bottom of your cup.
To hold you up.
The inner struggle.
I understand the inner position.
The need for crafty lines.
Eloquent apologies
Dear Father.....
Dear friend....
Sneaky lyrics
Poems
Dm's
It's never enough
Yet you cannot stand it.
But you must hold it
Every scrap, every drop
Holds you up
Steal a smile
A kiss, an hour, a pic,
A drop, a nip.
It's needed, you need it.
To line the bottom of your cup.
To hold you up.
Written by Miss_Haides
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The Leader of the Pack (Styxian)
He probably doesn’t think he is
I can see him laughing
Even though I’ve never met him
The unofficial leader of the pack
His poems, poetic masterpieces
The rare times he writes erotica?
It’s like nobody’s business
Even I blush
A sensual and romantic journey
We’re witness to “the DUP romance”
I’m not alone when I say
Newbies with a thirst for greatness
Have looked to him for approval
While sweating for a visit
Like I said, he’s probably laughing
Blushing maybe?
I wonder if he knows this?
The man of steel
With the heart of a lion
Devoutly attached to his beautiful señorita
Stxyian walks the halls of DUP
Handing out comments
Advice
Encouragement
Kinda like the hall monitor at school
Only much nicer
I can see him laughing
Even though I’ve never met him
The unofficial leader of the pack
His poems, poetic masterpieces
The rare times he writes erotica?
It’s like nobody’s business
Even I blush
A sensual and romantic journey
We’re witness to “the DUP romance”
I’m not alone when I say
Newbies with a thirst for greatness
Have looked to him for approval
While sweating for a visit
Like I said, he’s probably laughing
Blushing maybe?
I wonder if he knows this?
The man of steel
With the heart of a lion
Devoutly attached to his beautiful señorita
Stxyian walks the halls of DUP
Handing out comments
Advice
Encouragement
Kinda like the hall monitor at school
Only much nicer
Written by Her
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About Her for Her and with Her
Her is her, in the quiet hours of dawn.
A whisper in the stillness, a breath of the morning air.
Her presence is a thread in the tapestry of time
weaving patterns of herself and fragments of others.
In the mirror, Her sees reflections,
not just one own, but countless faces.
Each gaze a story, each smile a secret,
Her identity shifts, dances, in the fluidity of moments.
Her walks the path of many,
one's steps echoing in the lives of others,
adopting roles, shedding skins, becoming more than one.
Yet in Her heart, there is a constant beat,
a rhythm of Her true self, persistent and strong.
In the end, being many enriches the one's soul.
A kaleidoscope of experiences, a mosaic of lives.
Her remains herself, a beautiful enigma,
forever evolving, forever being, forever becoming.
A whisper in the stillness, a breath of the morning air.
Her presence is a thread in the tapestry of time
weaving patterns of herself and fragments of others.
In the mirror, Her sees reflections,
not just one own, but countless faces.
Each gaze a story, each smile a secret,
Her identity shifts, dances, in the fluidity of moments.
Her walks the path of many,
one's steps echoing in the lives of others,
adopting roles, shedding skins, becoming more than one.
Yet in Her heart, there is a constant beat,
a rhythm of Her true self, persistent and strong.
In the end, being many enriches the one's soul.
A kaleidoscope of experiences, a mosaic of lives.
Her remains herself, a beautiful enigma,
forever evolving, forever being, forever becoming.
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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Tale of the hare (For Northern_Soul)
I often think of you
the hare burrowed
comfortably inside
my left ribcage,
rising up, stoking
fires in ivory glades,
carving ripples
in blood instead
of water and
fresh lakes,
a beacon as
to why some
still carry
on here.
Written by xthan
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She’s Arrived! (fianaturie8)
She tip toed in
Quietly
Then
SHOWED UP
Her unique style
Attractive
Bold
Sassy
Sexy
Determined
Her poetry draws you in
My day is complete
When I read
Fia’s poetry and stories
She’s no slouch
She has aspirations
Goals
Her own poetry magazine
(Hypo Frost)
With plans for another
A published author
(Check out her work!)
A loving mother
A superb human being
I am wondering…
Where the heck
Do I get me some
Of that Fiaberry chapstick?
(*wink)
Quietly
Then
SHOWED UP
Her unique style
Attractive
Bold
Sassy
Sexy
Determined
Her poetry draws you in
My day is complete
When I read
Fia’s poetry and stories
She’s no slouch
She has aspirations
Goals
Her own poetry magazine
(Hypo Frost)
With plans for another
A published author
(Check out her work!)
A loving mother
A superb human being
I am wondering…
Where the heck
Do I get me some
Of that Fiaberry chapstick?
(*wink)
Written by Her
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Queen Bee (LibraSoul96)
Don’t mess with a woman
Who knows who she is
‘Cuz my girl does
Her lyrical liasons
Poetical persuasions
Rhythmic gyrations
Are unapologetically her
Determined
Sexy
Confident
Authentic
Creative
Sassy
I wanna hear her words someday
I imagine her poems
Rolling off her tongue
Like sweet honey
Tinged with
The heat
Of habanero
I’ll be the first to buy a ticket
When she hits the big time
And comes to my city
‘Cuz this girl…
She is going places
She may not see it yet
But I do
Who knows who she is
‘Cuz my girl does
Her lyrical liasons
Poetical persuasions
Rhythmic gyrations
Are unapologetically her
Determined
Sexy
Confident
Authentic
Creative
Sassy
I wanna hear her words someday
I imagine her poems
Rolling off her tongue
Like sweet honey
Tinged with
The heat
Of habanero
I’ll be the first to buy a ticket
When she hits the big time
And comes to my city
‘Cuz this girl…
She is going places
She may not see it yet
But I do
Written by Her
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The Real Raconteur (Pinkdreams)
I imagine I could sit for hours
And listen to her fables
She’s the perfect teacher
I imagine also
That she may not think so
Life isn’t always kind
It’s not perfect
There isn’t a pot of gold
At the end of the Lucky Charms Rainbow
Her poems make you believe there could be
She’s funny as hell
With her Pink brand of humor
She makes the ordinary
And not so ordinary
Come to life
She’ll tell you about a woman being chased by a donkey in Sardinia
The Phlebotomist’s F You T-shirt
And her former coworker’s husband’s new mullet
She pledged allegiance to a disco ball
And had a conversation with her cat
I never want it to end!
And don’t even get me started
On her lists…
When I need a dose of real life
In the manner I can handle
That makes me know I’m not alone
That makes it okay to be me
Or when I just need to laugh with her
Because the alternative…
Pinkdreams’ pages are where I go
My sanity requires it
And listen to her fables
She’s the perfect teacher
I imagine also
That she may not think so
Life isn’t always kind
It’s not perfect
There isn’t a pot of gold
At the end of the Lucky Charms Rainbow
Her poems make you believe there could be
She’s funny as hell
With her Pink brand of humor
She makes the ordinary
And not so ordinary
Come to life
She’ll tell you about a woman being chased by a donkey in Sardinia
The Phlebotomist’s F You T-shirt
And her former coworker’s husband’s new mullet
She pledged allegiance to a disco ball
And had a conversation with her cat
I never want it to end!
And don’t even get me started
On her lists…
When I need a dose of real life
In the manner I can handle
That makes me know I’m not alone
That makes it okay to be me
Or when I just need to laugh with her
Because the alternative…
Pinkdreams’ pages are where I go
My sanity requires it
Written by Her
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honoring honoria
From pale palace of plentiful galloping horses
where galant knights hold dames this damsel
appears while all else is sleeping keeping vigil
o seamstress your benevolence
Pegasus wings draped above around
while we write from parchment awoken
water wells forth
sprung from flocking sea horse
filly of the underground
your grace I kindle
ever we are found
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where galant knights hold dames this damsel
appears while all else is sleeping keeping vigil
o seamstress your benevolence
Pegasus wings draped above around
while we write from parchment awoken
water wells forth
sprung from flocking sea horse
filly of the underground
your grace I kindle
ever we are found
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2024
all rights reserved
Written by Anne-Ri999
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