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Seedless Soul
Poetry Contest Description
New narcissism poem, 10 lines or less non erotic and no Ai and "one" per
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Seedless Soul
Narcissistic porcelain of seedless soul
lonely and sleeveless without a heart
on stormy nights echoing Shakespeare
without shadows, just flames of duress
of unconscious mind contrarious insanity
blinded from the sight of self's endless
epiphany's face in the crowd
Seedless Soul
Narcissistic porcelain of seedless soul
lonely and sleeveless without a heart
on stormy nights echoing Shakespeare
without shadows, just flames of duress
of unconscious mind contrarious insanity
blinded from the sight of self's endless
epiphany's face in the crowd
harlequin
your hidden casket is imbued halo where darkening mantle
holds nihilistic hindsight when he kisseth softly unfolding
finesse fibered slithering satyr uninhibited macaber
caressing each carcass leaving his cup untouched
conium seeping saplings ever cling to breeding lips
praying mantis has gathered in tentacles open
shadowing figurines chant chasms in hunger
vernissage glimmering mossy banks taunting
sharpening veins inhaling vernal venom preying
vampirical scarlet magnified masquerade
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holds nihilistic hindsight when he kisseth softly unfolding
finesse fibered slithering satyr uninhibited macaber
caressing each carcass leaving his cup untouched
conium seeping saplings ever cling to breeding lips
praying mantis has gathered in tentacles open
shadowing figurines chant chasms in hunger
vernissage glimmering mossy banks taunting
sharpening veins inhaling vernal venom preying
vampirical scarlet magnified masquerade
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2024
all rights reserved
Written by Anne-Ri999
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Narcissus
Akin to a peacock, prancing gracefully,
With a dazzling allure
That blinded the besotted eyes,
Looking upon them with disdain.
Smitten with his own image,
When the pool cast back his charm,
He pined away, sunken in vanity,
Sprouted the Narcissus flower
From his self-consumed, seedless soul.
With a dazzling allure
That blinded the besotted eyes,
Looking upon them with disdain.
Smitten with his own image,
When the pool cast back his charm,
He pined away, sunken in vanity,
Sprouted the Narcissus flower
From his self-consumed, seedless soul.
Written by Lilliputian
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Wait and Fight
Cheugy tyrants rule the world,
seeking friends in po-mo dictatorship.
It’s hip, now, to kill and lie,
and brag about how you just
killed and lied, to deny that
the sun is the sun, claim that
the gun fired itself.
But the true street sense
is for a fight of a nobler kind.
We'll see what revolutionises.
seeking friends in po-mo dictatorship.
It’s hip, now, to kill and lie,
and brag about how you just
killed and lied, to deny that
the sun is the sun, claim that
the gun fired itself.
But the true street sense
is for a fight of a nobler kind.
We'll see what revolutionises.
Written by olliec
(Oliver Cocks)
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Temporary Ideal
I want to live but I won't.
I'll probably cry and choke.
On every ounce of existence forcing its way into my resistance.
I want to let go, I want to dream.
I'll probably shake and scream.
On every ounce of assistance offered to my conditions.
I am an ideal, a memory, a thought of something nice.
Something right something bright.
In reality I am a speck, a blemish, a mistake.
Good enough to envision but the reality betrays.
I'll probably cry and choke.
On every ounce of existence forcing its way into my resistance.
I want to let go, I want to dream.
I'll probably shake and scream.
On every ounce of assistance offered to my conditions.
I am an ideal, a memory, a thought of something nice.
Something right something bright.
In reality I am a speck, a blemish, a mistake.
Good enough to envision but the reality betrays.
Written by Miss_Haides
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