Poetry Competition Ends 9th January 2025 6:51pm
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Word play
Poetry Contest Description
We got blacksmiths.. We got goldsmiths.. And then we got wordsmiths play with words, word players, rhyme with or without a reason. I don't fucking care..
Maximum words 200
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That sly Faux news.
trump the Dem's help to stem those waged, abused,
shout down " foster trust not negativity "
with disturbing muddles of sly faux news
Forge top-dollar truths to lies to help screw
a few more pennies from proles, just like me,
trump the Dem's help to stem those waged, abused,
Suggest threats against those with unliked views
enslave folk with debt then tell them they're free
with disturbing muddles of sly faux news,
Encourage votes for folk who should be in zoos
by damning decency and that's their key,
to trump Dem's help to stem those waged, abused
Insist medical costs can't be reduced
use sleight of words to bring truth to its knees
with disturbing muddles of, sly faux news.
Lying to death trumps untutored, yes you
Allege the bill of rights grants lying sprees,
With your disturbed muddle of sly faux news
To trump Dem's help, to stem those waged, abused...
shout down " foster trust not negativity "
with disturbing muddles of sly faux news
Forge top-dollar truths to lies to help screw
a few more pennies from proles, just like me,
trump the Dem's help to stem those waged, abused,
Suggest threats against those with unliked views
enslave folk with debt then tell them they're free
with disturbing muddles of sly faux news,
Encourage votes for folk who should be in zoos
by damning decency and that's their key,
to trump Dem's help to stem those waged, abused
Insist medical costs can't be reduced
use sleight of words to bring truth to its knees
with disturbing muddles of, sly faux news.
Lying to death trumps untutored, yes you
Allege the bill of rights grants lying sprees,
With your disturbed muddle of sly faux news
To trump Dem's help, to stem those waged, abused...
Written by Rew
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Whispers of Enchantment
In moonlit glades where shadows dance,
a whisper weaves a mystic trance.
With words of old, a spell is spun,
to charm the heart of a chosen one.
By starlit skies and ancient lore,
unlock the secrets, evermore.
With eyes that gleam like twilight’s hue,
a spell is cast just for you.
In cryptic verse, the magic flows,
a charm that only true love knows.
With every word a bond is sealed.
A heart enchanted, fate revealed.
a whisper weaves a mystic trance.
With words of old, a spell is spun,
to charm the heart of a chosen one.
By starlit skies and ancient lore,
unlock the secrets, evermore.
With eyes that gleam like twilight’s hue,
a spell is cast just for you.
In cryptic verse, the magic flows,
a charm that only true love knows.
With every word a bond is sealed.
A heart enchanted, fate revealed.
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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Pollock-like splatter
I’m floating through the Louvre on a jet ski,
Dali on my chest, time melting like life is all good.
Basquiat hoodie, framed, vacationing in Atlantis,
Words brushstroke the world—I’m the one who knocks.
Sipping absinthe-infused, eyes wide shut,
With truffle pasta nights and Wagyu nicely sliced.
Watching cult classics, Big Trouble rewind,
Training day had me hyped against King Kong.
Tokyo glow, ramen nights, girls smile,
Neon rain falls, Tron colored halls.
Grilled Gouda and Monet, plates like ballets,
Sneaker game insane, I’m lacing my maid.
Pour a splash of Bordeaux, not so rich,
Hopscotch dimensions, Kubrick’s vision.
From street food to fine art, we blur the lines,
A gypsy of flavors, every night is our domain.
Cinematic shots, my life’s Coppola’s muse,
Quoting Burton in mirrors, razor-sharp suits.
Cheesecake drizzled in Pollock-like splatter,
I dine on creation—nothing else do I want.
I’m floating through the Louvre on a jet ski,
Dali on my chest, time melting like life is all good.
Basquiat hoodie, framed, vacationing in Atlantis,
Words brushstroke the world—I’m the one who knocks.
Sipping absinthe-infused, eyes wide shut,
With truffle pasta nights and Wagyu nicely sliced.
Watching cult classics, Big Trouble rewind,
Training day had me hyped against King Kong.
Tokyo glow, ramen nights, girls smile,
Neon rain falls, Tron colored halls.
Grilled Gouda and Monet, plates like ballets,
Sneaker game insane, I’m lacing my maid.
Pour a splash of Bordeaux, not so rich,
Hopscotch dimensions, Kubrick’s vision.
From street food to fine art, we blur the lines,
A gypsy of flavors, every night is our domain.
Cinematic shots, my life’s Coppola’s muse,
Quoting Burton in mirrors, razor-sharp suits.
Cheesecake drizzled in Pollock-like splatter,
I dine on creation—nothing else do I want.
Spit it out
DOA (Dead on arrival)
Dearly departed to all of my rivals
No one gives a fuck about you
So there will be no ink wasted on heartfelt obituaries
I'm the alpha and the omega, so a real deity knows how to mark all of her territories
Michael Jackson moonwalking in these bloody red bottoms
I know how to aim for my target, call me Mrs. Spot em and got em
Russian Roulette, my words are the bullets that have no name on it
This competition is kind of dry, do you mind if I wet it with the game that I spit
Real trauma filled baby
I didn't have the luxury to cope through insurance paid therapy
As black women we have to swallow it all and tap into our inner mime
Paint our face with fakes smiles and let it go away with time
But I will survive, word to Gloria Gaynor
Money is the motive and it stays on my radar
I'm all about M-E
Who bigger then me, not he or she
If you hear gossip about me
You are sipping piss and not tea
Talk shit, you get your ass wiped off the map with charmin
A real deal libra, I always come off charming
Dearly departed to all of my rivals
No one gives a fuck about you
So there will be no ink wasted on heartfelt obituaries
I'm the alpha and the omega, so a real deity knows how to mark all of her territories
Michael Jackson moonwalking in these bloody red bottoms
I know how to aim for my target, call me Mrs. Spot em and got em
Russian Roulette, my words are the bullets that have no name on it
This competition is kind of dry, do you mind if I wet it with the game that I spit
Real trauma filled baby
I didn't have the luxury to cope through insurance paid therapy
As black women we have to swallow it all and tap into our inner mime
Paint our face with fakes smiles and let it go away with time
But I will survive, word to Gloria Gaynor
Money is the motive and it stays on my radar
I'm all about M-E
Who bigger then me, not he or she
If you hear gossip about me
You are sipping piss and not tea
Talk shit, you get your ass wiped off the map with charmin
A real deal libra, I always come off charming
Written by LibraSoul96
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I waited by the wheel for you, though we were never meant to be. It was that night.
I had pondered, What if we were one? This newly married couple. Awaiting for the birth
of my 1st son. But alas, I had always known my reality would only be so cruel.
My health would soon weaken, and the World knows that I am only a fool..
So, I now await by the roadside lost. For anyone a Samaritan to care.
The car is no longer there. Was I waiting for you?
Or for God as I stood alone in silence and sadly stared.
I will cherish that memory.
though false as it came to pass in the glimmer of my faint dreams.
As my crumbling reality
and livelihood had failed so miserably. I now
walk onward and always alone. Towards yet another possible
unending nightmarish and unending theme.
I had pondered, What if we were one? This newly married couple. Awaiting for the birth
of my 1st son. But alas, I had always known my reality would only be so cruel.
My health would soon weaken, and the World knows that I am only a fool..
So, I now await by the roadside lost. For anyone a Samaritan to care.
The car is no longer there. Was I waiting for you?
Or for God as I stood alone in silence and sadly stared.
I will cherish that memory.
though false as it came to pass in the glimmer of my faint dreams.
As my crumbling reality
and livelihood had failed so miserably. I now
walk onward and always alone. Towards yet another possible
unending nightmarish and unending theme.
Perspective
A few words can be a dangerous plight,
And so is an Asteroid with Earth in sight,
But that rock might just likely miss,
And lay our fears to a temporary rest,
Most words when likely spoken with bliss,
Can wake us up from an angry nest,
Tic tock tic tock,
I glance quickly at my watch,
But there’s no movement and there’s no clock,
“What time is it?” I ask an old fellow,
But he laughs and says…
“Time is a fickle ferocious fable that’s feeble feeding fleeting fleeing, and faces fueling feverish fears that are flawed and flawless with a forceful force that fights against your frail flesh foolish fussy funny and fierce, unable to felicitate its fervent farcical foggy affairs, which in all is unfair…”
I take a deep breath and admit I am lost,
Frozen with each memory I try and defrost,
I search for something even without time,
That fucking friendless fast and furious fly,
Take a few sublime words in rhyme,
As you try, spy, pry and be sly,
I carry on now without a watch,
And who needs a clock,
Tic tock tic tock,
Just be yourself on this crazy rock.
Written by: divaD
A few words can be a dangerous plight,
And so is an Asteroid with Earth in sight,
But that rock might just likely miss,
And lay our fears to a temporary rest,
Most words when likely spoken with bliss,
Can wake us up from an angry nest,
Tic tock tic tock,
I glance quickly at my watch,
But there’s no movement and there’s no clock,
“What time is it?” I ask an old fellow,
But he laughs and says…
“Time is a fickle ferocious fable that’s feeble feeding fleeting fleeing, and faces fueling feverish fears that are flawed and flawless with a forceful force that fights against your frail flesh foolish fussy funny and fierce, unable to felicitate its fervent farcical foggy affairs, which in all is unfair…”
I take a deep breath and admit I am lost,
Frozen with each memory I try and defrost,
I search for something even without time,
That fucking friendless fast and furious fly,
Take a few sublime words in rhyme,
As you try, spy, pry and be sly,
I carry on now without a watch,
And who needs a clock,
Tic tock tic tock,
Just be yourself on this crazy rock.
Written by: divaD
Waterfall Blackout Roadkill - Seussinator Nominclature #1
When a blackout came to fall
upon the backwater town of Watermill
a troll made a backfill in the hole atop the waterfall.
It has to do with a waterfall, the blackout, and roadkill swill.
Read on to hear
the fallout of it all.
The Watermill Roadkill Grill & Watering Hole
atop the waterfall in our town called Watermill
was forced to close because of a troll
who turned their road kill into black water swill.
So they called me,
head of the Watermill Troll Control Patrol.
We drove up the hill to see the troll.
But the code required backfill
in their backwater hole filled with black water.
We charged the troll a hefty bill.
I filed the file and the truth it portrayed,
upon my soul:
Mrs. troll, still on parole, stole their roadkill
and blamed the blackout for the swill in the hole,
Therefore requiring a whole lot of backfill
As per the code protocol we do hereby close the whole.
… until further notice.
A timey truth in this rhymey satire?
Perhaps there’s none, the gnosis I ponder
as my side-piece gun I adjust a bit higher.
Sometimes you wonder, sometimes don’t even bother.
upon the backwater town of Watermill
a troll made a backfill in the hole atop the waterfall.
It has to do with a waterfall, the blackout, and roadkill swill.
Read on to hear
the fallout of it all.
The Watermill Roadkill Grill & Watering Hole
atop the waterfall in our town called Watermill
was forced to close because of a troll
who turned their road kill into black water swill.
So they called me,
head of the Watermill Troll Control Patrol.
We drove up the hill to see the troll.
But the code required backfill
in their backwater hole filled with black water.
We charged the troll a hefty bill.
I filed the file and the truth it portrayed,
upon my soul:
Mrs. troll, still on parole, stole their roadkill
and blamed the blackout for the swill in the hole,
Therefore requiring a whole lot of backfill
As per the code protocol we do hereby close the whole.
… until further notice.
A timey truth in this rhymey satire?
Perhaps there’s none, the gnosis I ponder
as my side-piece gun I adjust a bit higher.
Sometimes you wonder, sometimes don’t even bother.
Written by BaldyBrown
(Sordid and Sacred)
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Raven
First published in the dos-a-dos collection "Amor Novus / A Spontaneous Prayer" alongside work by David Hay.
The days of feasting are over.
It is now time to regurgitate all
to my gluttonous fledglings.
I will hack up vast stores,
and spew them into the eager beaks
of my ravening chicks, my dear progeny.
Ready for them to make their flight
in the great deserts of air and cloud,
and settle where they need.
The days of feasting are over.
It is now time to regurgitate all
to my gluttonous fledglings.
I will hack up vast stores,
and spew them into the eager beaks
of my ravening chicks, my dear progeny.
Ready for them to make their flight
in the great deserts of air and cloud,
and settle where they need.
Written by olliec
(Oliver Cocks)
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