Poetry competition CLOSED 15th February 2025 5:01pm
WINNER
PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
View Profile Poems by PAR
sheild

Go to page:

Writing As Our Armor

gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Thought Provoker
United States 11awards
Joined 26th Nov 2018
Forum Posts: 227

Poetry Contest

Write a new poem of any length describing how writing fortifies your spirit. Some of us here on DUP suffer from mental health issues as well as addiction. How does poetry or writing in general lift your spirits?

gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Thought Provoker
United States 11awards
Joined 26th Nov 2018
Forum Posts: 227

Writing As My Armor

Unsighted eyes these are!
Blind with hallucinations
yet so perceptive of beauty.

I cannot recognize reality,
yet surrealism takes a definite form to me.
I don’t want to live like this forever.

It is not at all what I imagined
when I was very young.
I dreamed of being a soldier.

With an armor of confidence
and a superb IQ and riches.
But I cannot and will not deny reality!

I am mentally ill. I am not without oddities.
All I can do now is wear it as my armor,
or, as my strength in life against judgments!

If I am to rise again from the ashes of this life,
I need to understand I didn’t receive writing talent
as a gift but over my life I built it on my own!






Written by gothicsurrealism (Daniel Long)
Go To Page  

gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Thought Provoker
United States 11awards
Joined 26th Nov 2018
Forum Posts: 227

Non entry poem.

WillowsWhimsies
Dangerous Mind
United States 20awards
Joined 8th Mar 2016
Forum Posts: 332

journey journal...

 
these pages mark the passing of my life
the lessons & leanings
what I learn about myself
my sanctuary
where I tattoo all my pain in a flood of ink
in this ever growing volume of me
safe to express
without seeing judgment in...
...or rolling of...
...the witnessing eyes
& I wonder sometimes
what will become of these fragile chapters
my thoughts...my aches...my dreams...
when they're all that's left of me
will they read them & finally comprehend
who I really am
or would it be best...
...to simply burn the book
in the way of all truths...
...too painful to accept...
Written by WillowsWhimsies
Go To Page  

ThePalestRider
Thought Provoker
United States 12awards
Joined 14th Sep 2018
Forum Posts: 53

"Writsilience"

Ink bleeds slow from hollow veins
A ghostly script of loss remains
Each word a whisper, torn and thin
Etched in silence, steeped in sin

Candles flicker, shadows writhe
Memories wake but not alive
Fingers trace the lines they penned
Yet every sentence meets its end

The parchment wilts, the letters fade
A tomb of echoes, softly laid
No hand to mend and no voice to weep
Just resilience—grief that wilts and creeps

drone
Tyrant of Words
Greece 10awards
Joined 3rd Sep 2011
Forum Posts: 2278

There is no
Intent
There is no
Phisical price
To pay
When honest poets vent
As they begin
Their slow dance
Of weaving you
Feeling's
Of what is left
Of Life's Heart

olliec
Oliver Cocks
Lost Thinker
Joined 15th Oct 2023
Forum Posts: 18

Seeking Storm and Stress

We should all be tormented artists,
at least once.

Let everyone feel in heaves, in
impetuous sighs, moans, and odes.

Everyone should paint at least one
messianic vision of homely sunflowers,

compose at least one
tumultuous opera,

harkening to ages of faery,
peasants, and knights.

We ought to all
feel the pressure

of the fall, and
of the call,

and of the then fall,
the next call, another fall,

one last call, if
only to know

what it is to shatter
and rebuild,

learning through splitting and
re-stitching what it is that makes us.

Give seething feeling just one shot,
transmute it into all-enduring art,

and you’ll know how
to adhere to your heart,

why we breathe as we do.
Written by olliec (Oliver Cocks)
Go To Page  

Zaynab_kamoonpury
Fire of Insight
3awards
Joined 4th Dec 2017
Forum Posts: 74

The Royals vs the poet's realm

 
Of splendid thrones of gold    
or treasures manifold    
   
Of jewelled caskets    
or lavish banquets    
   
Of Emirs and rajahs    
Of Sultan and Shahs    
   
Of kings and queens    
Of rulers and emperors    
   
Of sparkling crowns    
or flowing gowns    
   
Of their subservient stewards and obedient pages    
Of their stalwart squires and servile knaves    
   
Of poor humble, docile minions    
who tended to regal pavilions    
And obeisantly carried royal palanquins    
Oh and some were real life harlequins    
   
Of castles and palaces    
of abounding gold and silver    
in ostentatious regal splendour    
   
The sidelined fanning maids in waiting    
Yet to me only one thing worth noticing    
The minstrels who came to sing    
from afar for the queen and king    
   
For I'd rather be a poetess for kings    
so to my tunes swayed a kingdom    
than I be the king of mere subjects    
and be filled with regal boredom!    
   
So I could join ranks of    
troubadours    
and sing for the king    
some folklores.    
 
 
A passion for poesy  
For magic of literacy [/b]
Written by Zaynab_kamoonpury
Go To Page  

Numer90
Numer0-un0
Fire of Insight
Nigeria 4awards
Joined 12th Dec 2020
Forum Posts: 104

Pure Dark Love

Only when you can read and write using your forefinger on a colorless board      
What pressure the Jack of many trades and master of the unknown?                      
Son you better know that’s a very risky and dangerous work you are on your own..                         
                     
My opponent is this sumo wrestler I'm too tiny and he's so fat            
Who creates this tennis art?      
Should I hold a bat?                
Who is going to bell me the marauding cat?    
   
   
You will fly at night pollinating flowers like a bat                    
Then got in the mall in the daytime and use a shopping cart                    
A posture when aiming, a girl happened to see my jaw dropping skills throwing a dart                
I will present myself to that young sexy bartender wearing my hat                      
And the hottest hotel receptionist who got infatuated with my dark art                      
Our eyes met soon as I release my dart             With my manly charisma I will surely capture her heart                      
From that moment on girl call me your shining knight                      
With me in the art of romance you will play your part                    
Walk with me girl you will start flying like a kite                    
Get a hickey!                      
Am this person who gets sexual pleasure from being hurt by a romantic bite                      
Give me the key..                      
To your heart I will unlock it lit many candles and blow some light  
Many things happened in the day but especially at night                           
To you this noble won't ever show his might   We don't care to what lengths or height           We will sit and talk things out every time we have a fight                
In the longest summer if you are to take a nap I will sit up through your dream with a hand fan            
          
You will see me as the apple of your eye         The thing you will hate the most is to wave me bye                    
You will only sigh anytime you see me so high I will find myself everything about you I like     We will thrive in a relationship were am dwarf and you are a nerd                      
We gonna live through the facts am so evil and you are so bad                    
My untimely demise will shake and stirred you and then make you so sad                      
Don't worry your lads gonna see the pictures and yell dad!                      
                     
Within my fantastic pure dark love                    
A stitch in time is not gonna save me nine   Only where I sleep with two evil whores           Only where we three dreamt beyond all shores                      
In my pure darkest form I am a master of many dark arts                      
For what pleasure?            
The recipient of some extraordinary blowjobs To what treasure?                      
The architect behind all those broken jackpots The cost of some extraordinary odd jobs        
To what extent               
The dribbler who feigns through many pot holes                    
With the ball at my feet a fantastic footwork   With the pen in my hand have a look at my written art work                    
                     
I had to sit on the table to work on this fable   Forgive me if you read this I can't help it but it's too tight                    
Am on a very fast lane speeding and going beyond my sight                    
Of reasoning beyond my rhymes
                 
                     
What pressure the Jack of many trades and master of the unknown?                    
Son you are own your own                    
In the game of chess you are just a pawn       You are not one in town                    
Written by Numer90 (Numer0-un0)
Go To Page  

poet Anonymous

<< post removed >>
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Thought Provoker
United States 11awards
Joined 26th Nov 2018
Forum Posts: 227

Awesome entries so far folks! Keep em’ coming!

dimpy
dimpsmoon
Dangerous Mind
India 7awards
Joined 9th Mar 2023
Forum Posts: 166

stir your soul

 


like lava bursting out of the ground

the choking feelings burst out

and flow out on virgin paper

then my  soul gets relief


when a drop of dew falls on a bud

trembling in the cold wind,

the bud bears that gentle blow

and my soul gives magical peace to that bud through words


countless nests lying in the organic gardens

sad, empty and covered in dust

cry out for freedom

their silent screams ring in my ears

and their sobbing words shake my soul


insects moving in the yellow light

get crushed under someone's slippers

their lifeless bodies

and their futile attempts to live life

sets my unclothed soul aflame


my soul, frozen like ice in the body,

gets nourished by the warmth of red roses and music

then it smiles

and twinkles like a ruddy star...
Written by dimpy (dimpsmoon)
Go To Page  

gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Thought Provoker
United States 11awards
Joined 26th Nov 2018
Forum Posts: 227

Superb entry dimpy!

PAR
PAULO ACACIO RAMOS
Dangerous Mind
Portugal 26awards
Joined 26th May 2022
Forum Posts: 371

Inkbrella

 
Ink becomes our strongest guard
and stories forge our strength
while words shield us from pain.

In every verse a fortress is built
against the storms that life will send.
With every line our souls are filled,
in writing we find a friend.

Our pen, a sword that cuts through dark.
Defends the heart from sorrow's bite.
With ink, we leave a lasting mark,
a beacon in the night.
Written by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
Go To Page  

gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Thought Provoker
United States 11awards
Joined 26th Nov 2018
Forum Posts: 227

Love it, PAR!

Go to page:
Go to: