Poetry Competition Ends 23rd January 2025 8:56am
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Ode To Your Influences
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem or prose to one of your biggest influences.
Write a poem or prose as an ode to a major influence on your style. Whether it be a lyricist, poet/poetess, etc.
New Writes Only
Only 3 submissions per poet/poetess
No erotic pieces
Cussing is welcome and appreciated. lol.
Below is an example. It is not an entry.
Ode To Morrison
A black clad leather demon claiming to be the lizard king
Mr. Mojo Rising up on stage dancing in the summer rain
Doors are infinitely open to perception as he starts to sing
While young people bare witness to a world gone insane
Strange people are taking random drives in the moonlight
Ready to break on through waiting to reach the other side
A ceramic frog with a peace sign hanging over love street
While the city sleeps the truth is hidden in this soft parade
A simple ode to Morrison to reflect his influence on me
He taught me that powerful words can set the truth free
New Writes Only
Only 3 submissions per poet/poetess
No erotic pieces
Cussing is welcome and appreciated. lol.
Below is an example. It is not an entry.
Ode To Morrison
A black clad leather demon claiming to be the lizard king
Mr. Mojo Rising up on stage dancing in the summer rain
Doors are infinitely open to perception as he starts to sing
While young people bare witness to a world gone insane
Strange people are taking random drives in the moonlight
Ready to break on through waiting to reach the other side
A ceramic frog with a peace sign hanging over love street
While the city sleeps the truth is hidden in this soft parade
A simple ode to Morrison to reflect his influence on me
He taught me that powerful words can set the truth free
Rivulets
A silver glint of a sharper edge
Impatient as fuck for a river to dredge
Trembling fingers and expectant breath
"I swear on my life it won't lead to my death"
I just want it to hurt, so I turn the blade
I rip my skin open and let myself fade
It's agony; keeping my thoughts from that bliss
Months may have passed, but you're certainly missed
I miss it so much, my skin sings for the pain
But I cannot succumb, lest my bedsheets get stained
I have a reason to live, but I'd still like to die
For fucks sake, it's been so long since I've cried
Rivulets, rivulets come back to me soon
Just help me hide it, at least until noon
I can't stand the sun, they will send me away
Okay. Fine. I can wait another day.
Impatient as fuck for a river to dredge
Trembling fingers and expectant breath
"I swear on my life it won't lead to my death"
I just want it to hurt, so I turn the blade
I rip my skin open and let myself fade
It's agony; keeping my thoughts from that bliss
Months may have passed, but you're certainly missed
I miss it so much, my skin sings for the pain
But I cannot succumb, lest my bedsheets get stained
I have a reason to live, but I'd still like to die
For fucks sake, it's been so long since I've cried
Rivulets, rivulets come back to me soon
Just help me hide it, at least until noon
I can't stand the sun, they will send me away
Okay. Fine. I can wait another day.
Written by LunaDahlia
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Ode to Patti Smith
When I heard the line
Jesus died for somebody s sins but not mine
I knew Id be chanting G l o r i a forever
Just how she would ignite the stage with her mere presence
in an microscopic microphone Patti sings to me
orphic oracular oracle
we salute you!
my best friend and I wear white muslin dresses
hazed hindsight wailing from each scene
Dancing barefoot,
synthetic sawdust falls as we know
her soul sings
sinks into
our soles
horses
horses
horses
I get payed to speak so I speak
says Patti at a live show
where crowds yell
Speak Patti speak
Break it up!
let us find coral sea weeds
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Jesus died for somebody s sins but not mine
I knew Id be chanting G l o r i a forever
Just how she would ignite the stage with her mere presence
in an microscopic microphone Patti sings to me
orphic oracular oracle
we salute you!
my best friend and I wear white muslin dresses
hazed hindsight wailing from each scene
Dancing barefoot,
synthetic sawdust falls as we know
her soul sings
sinks into
our soles
horses
horses
horses
I get payed to speak so I speak
says Patti at a live show
where crowds yell
Speak Patti speak
Break it up!
let us find coral sea weeds
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2024
all rights reserved
Written by Anne-Ri999
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Ode to Nico
ein stimme bist du nicht
vielleicht ein frau
die durch
Das wald weint
zwichen meine traumen
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
a voice you are not
perhaps an equivalent
of a woman weeping
keening forests in
and between my dreams
through open voids awakenings escape
finding fossils from your throat
invoking all that lies imbedded
In your lap I lay
sing me your lullabies
show me there is
dignity
yond grief
in death
knowing
ethereally
all emptiness
has sacred
purpose
https://youtu.be/3SR2VwE47r0
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all rights reserved
vielleicht ein frau
die durch
Das wald weint
zwichen meine traumen
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
a voice you are not
perhaps an equivalent
of a woman weeping
keening forests in
and between my dreams
through open voids awakenings escape
finding fossils from your throat
invoking all that lies imbedded
In your lap I lay
sing me your lullabies
show me there is
dignity
yond grief
in death
knowing
ethereally
all emptiness
has sacred
purpose
https://youtu.be/3SR2VwE47r0
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2024
all rights reserved
Written by Anne-Ri999
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An Ode to GG Allin
Born as Jesus Christ Allin in 1956
Known for his wild antics, most people thought were sick
During the late 70's his interest grew with Punk Rock
Began releasing albums, stripping, showing off his cock
These performances gained him infamy
People flocked to see his bursts of violence & hostility
Self-mutilation, defecation, smearing shit on the audience & himself
Arrested 36 times, analyzed, they said he didn't need any help
Challenged complacency, pushing the boundaries, embracing disorder
Rebellious, earned a cult like following, albums sold through mail-order
Abused alcohol and drugs, and had a deep dissatisfaction with society
Pushing his own limits, getting out his message was his priority
Appearances on Geraldo, Jane Whitney and Jerry Springer in 1993
Died of a heroin overdose that same year, leaving a mark on the underground music scene
Known for his wild antics, most people thought were sick
During the late 70's his interest grew with Punk Rock
Began releasing albums, stripping, showing off his cock
These performances gained him infamy
People flocked to see his bursts of violence & hostility
Self-mutilation, defecation, smearing shit on the audience & himself
Arrested 36 times, analyzed, they said he didn't need any help
Challenged complacency, pushing the boundaries, embracing disorder
Rebellious, earned a cult like following, albums sold through mail-order
Abused alcohol and drugs, and had a deep dissatisfaction with society
Pushing his own limits, getting out his message was his priority
Appearances on Geraldo, Jane Whitney and Jerry Springer in 1993
Died of a heroin overdose that same year, leaving a mark on the underground music scene
Written by Vision_of_insanity
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Banksy brushed my canvas
The world waits, half in anticipation
the public like me wonder?
while others empty their aerosol cans
in futile tags. Banksy waits in the wings to pounce
lifts the corner of the carpet where the dirt is swept.
The message: it pricks, lifts the lid on the squirming worms
starts the awkward and difficult dialouge.
A teacher, his art said a thousand truthes
held the mirror to our narssasistic life style
I pause a second, the art on a grubby wall
is it the reflection of my identity, my life
profiled, exposed? by that anonymous talent.
the public like me wonder?
while others empty their aerosol cans
in futile tags. Banksy waits in the wings to pounce
lifts the corner of the carpet where the dirt is swept.
The message: it pricks, lifts the lid on the squirming worms
starts the awkward and difficult dialouge.
A teacher, his art said a thousand truthes
held the mirror to our narssasistic life style
I pause a second, the art on a grubby wall
is it the reflection of my identity, my life
profiled, exposed? by that anonymous talent.
Written by slipalong
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Ode to Heilung
prehistoric findings have indicated that proto Germanic
was an actual official language though not of words
Sound was a first language perhaps elementally reflection
shaping reshaping like stone mason hands each rock
o p e n i n g
hearth
heart
dearth
an open cairn where I see the musk moist
in garments beholding nearing night
I sit sink beguiled I listen, Earth o Earth
in foster waters
gestating narcoleptic moon
surrounded by balm
o p u s
deepening each pore
alone I am not
within an asteroid
amplified
heathen
history
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was an actual official language though not of words
Sound was a first language perhaps elementally reflection
shaping reshaping like stone mason hands each rock
o p e n i n g
hearth
heart
dearth
an open cairn where I see the musk moist
in garments beholding nearing night
I sit sink beguiled I listen, Earth o Earth
in foster waters
gestating narcoleptic moon
surrounded by balm
o p u s
deepening each pore
alone I am not
within an asteroid
amplified
heathen
history
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2024
all rights reserved
Written by Anne-Ri999
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