Poetry Competition Ends 18th February 2025 4:55pm
love vs. lies
Aw this is gonna be an unbelievably tight comp. f
for me to pick winner(s) .. when such great poetics flow the flow.. each one shines a star a sun a supersun .. & more.. in depths & touch.
thanks to you Johnny Silver, James knight, dimpy Lepz, Grace..
only one thing may I add- @Silvia Rosario- could you shorten the length of entry & use prompt words - as per comp. rules pls.
Let this evenmore flow in infinite diggings.. from your all soulful pen du’zz .. write on ✍️♥️🙏👍
for me to pick winner(s) .. when such great poetics flow the flow.. each one shines a star a sun a supersun .. & more.. in depths & touch.
thanks to you Johnny Silver, James knight, dimpy Lepz, Grace..
only one thing may I add- @Silvia Rosario- could you shorten the length of entry & use prompt words - as per comp. rules pls.
Let this evenmore flow in infinite diggings.. from your all soulful pen du’zz .. write on ✍️♥️🙏👍
A typical Sunday morning
As I looked into her blackhole,
I knew she needed to use the porcelain thrown
As I waited, I began working on my origami birds
20 minutes later, I heard a swishing, whirlpool like sound coming from the bathroom
She was like, "I'm cuckoo for cocoa puffs"!
"Ok, Let's eat!"
I knew she needed to use the porcelain thrown
As I waited, I began working on my origami birds
20 minutes later, I heard a swishing, whirlpool like sound coming from the bathroom
She was like, "I'm cuckoo for cocoa puffs"!
"Ok, Let's eat!"
Written by Vision_of_insanity
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Of Star and Shadow
Your eyes are the only lights,
but in lieu of a kiss,
of a renewing smooch,
I find only the shadow
of you being here,
only the infinite blackhole
left by your paramount star.
but in lieu of a kiss,
of a renewing smooch,
I find only the shadow
of you being here,
only the infinite blackhole
left by your paramount star.
Written by olliec
(Oliver Cocks)
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Time: Love’s Lie
Time
traces imperceptible lines
porcelain ducks
frozen in glacial melt
devours everything
silently stealthily
advancing or circling
origami swans whirlpooling in air
Is it love or a lie
dawdling here in the blackhole
of time tick-tocking away
at least that is what the cuckoo
clock would have us believe.
R.
traces imperceptible lines
porcelain ducks
frozen in glacial melt
devours everything
silently stealthily
advancing or circling
origami swans whirlpooling in air
Is it love or a lie
dawdling here in the blackhole
of time tick-tocking away
at least that is what the cuckoo
clock would have us believe.
R.
Written by Rachelleundrgrd
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Grateful Steps
Love once knocked upon my door,
Soft and sweet, I craved no more.
Dreams were spun in golden thread,
Promises whispered, hopes widespread.
One taught love—a gentle flame,
A warmth that never stayed the same.
One taught loss—a sudden chill,
A silence echoing, deep and still.
One taught patience, one taught pain,
Each a lesson, not in vain.
Through the sorrow, through the ache,
I found strength I feared would break.
Tears that fell like summer rain,
Watered roots that would remain.
From the ashes, new blooms grew,
A heart once shattered, born anew.
No anger lingers, no regret,
Only love and lessons met.
Each farewell, a guiding light,
Leading me to clearer sight.
Now I walk a path untold,
No need for hands I used to hold.
With love for self, I stand, reflect—
Thank you all, but now—what’s next?
Written by the_msrobertson
(e.obsessions)
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LOVE VS. LIE
Love – so fragile and yet so strong
Limitless ways expressed in poetry or song,
To describe such a word as powerful as love.
Words fall short – even in heaven above
To remotely begin to condense the intensity
Of an emotion with such profound density.
Descriptions fold into adjacent-angles of geometry
As one who paper-folds to create origami
A swirling whirlpool of descriptive adjectives
In agreement and subjective additives
Cannot ever describe the strongest element
As fragile as porcelain and as sheer relevant
As the keen-eye of a cuckoo bird
Unlimited artists and lovers at a loss for words
To describe the essence of “love” – it’s absurd
Yet, all fall short and at a loss
As their minds boggle and toss
Back and forth – to and fro .
Is such a search necessary or should we just let go
Just saying, “I love you” and set it free
With our mere actions for proof…and let it be…?
So strong, so brave, so tall, so elegant
So fragile, so sensitive, so kind, so relevant
So tender, so gentle and so humble
Love’s only blackhole stumble
Is In the presence of a single lie….
Because love is 100% true reality….
A lie is love's fatality….
Limitless ways expressed in poetry or song,
To describe such a word as powerful as love.
Words fall short – even in heaven above
To remotely begin to condense the intensity
Of an emotion with such profound density.
Descriptions fold into adjacent-angles of geometry
As one who paper-folds to create origami
A swirling whirlpool of descriptive adjectives
In agreement and subjective additives
Cannot ever describe the strongest element
As fragile as porcelain and as sheer relevant
As the keen-eye of a cuckoo bird
Unlimited artists and lovers at a loss for words
To describe the essence of “love” – it’s absurd
Yet, all fall short and at a loss
As their minds boggle and toss
Back and forth – to and fro .
Is such a search necessary or should we just let go
Just saying, “I love you” and set it free
With our mere actions for proof…and let it be…?
So strong, so brave, so tall, so elegant
So fragile, so sensitive, so kind, so relevant
So tender, so gentle and so humble
Love’s only blackhole stumble
Is In the presence of a single lie….
Because love is 100% true reality….
A lie is love's fatality….
Written by Cyndi_Moone
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hanging cranes
You fold me into origami
glaze me over, heat me up
call me porcelain art
hang me from the ceiling
and watch me spin
in this whirlpool of love
Your heart is a blackhole
and I mistook you
for something beautiful
when you were just a cuckoo
masquerading
as something wholesome
glaze me over, heat me up
call me porcelain art
hang me from the ceiling
and watch me spin
in this whirlpool of love
Your heart is a blackhole
and I mistook you
for something beautiful
when you were just a cuckoo
masquerading
as something wholesome
Written by Indie
(Miss Indie)
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