Poetry Competition Ends 7th February 2025 8:21am
Intense
Looking out for number one
Little boy left for hardly 15 minutes
The sitter had gone to the store for some cigarettes and soda
When she returned she saw the fire engines in front of the house
She saw the smoke & flames
She found out that the little boy she was babysitting had lit his little brother's crib on fire
The baby was burned to death
He used the matches she had left on the table
He had heard that the only child gets more attention from the parents
With more love & extra dessert
He was only looking out for number one
The sitter had gone to the store for some cigarettes and soda
When she returned she saw the fire engines in front of the house
She saw the smoke & flames
She found out that the little boy she was babysitting had lit his little brother's crib on fire
The baby was burned to death
He used the matches she had left on the table
He had heard that the only child gets more attention from the parents
With more love & extra dessert
He was only looking out for number one
Written by Vision_of_insanity
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creep
a fire burn through me I could not contain
always boiling under the surface waiting to escape
a darkness so great you'd shudder to be in its way
heavy and old with heady magic
a drop of blood from me and you will pay mightly
patiently the flames wait for somone bold enough to disturb it
looking so much like sunshine
they always underestimate it, though I warn
cold and calculated like a bank vault opening up
steel cylindars slam into place and it's out
you provoked the demon
now it's free
it's coming for you full force, on your knees
it tastes your fear it tastes sweet
your soul exacted cruelty on me
for this, the monster wil make you pay
a dash of this, a drop of that, some heather to make it work
you have no clue while I silently chant
centering myself preparing for your attack
he will show no mercy
exacting his vengeance
a malevolent creep desiring your downfall
sinster stirring your skin crawls
it's just the beginning dear one
anxiety grows
vicious little devil leaves some welts
but he doesn't want your life
he wants your slow death
Written by crimsin
(Unveiling)
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Dark His Eyes
Dark his eyes. Dark the eyes of the besotted lover.
He sighs for her, pants for her, yearns for her.
She is his newfound land, his America,
whether she wants or not.
Such has ever been the lot of the pining lover,
to sigh sad sighs, to make overtures disregarded.
To scurry to and fro, beholden
to a dark magic, a madness within.
He grunts. Surely that’s what’s occurring.
He has no choice. No control.
He gazes at her.
She’s so slim, so pretty…
Hardly anyone else about.
But still, a few.
So, his heart swells when
she steps around a corner,
into a scantily lit alley.
He restrains a grin,
but can’t help quickening
his pace just slightly,
as he follows her-
“KEEYA!”
A palm splats his face.
He topples over.
He’s so stunned that
he watches as his newfound land
bounds out of the alley,
screeching for help.
Just lies there,
blood gushing from nose,
realising that
he won’t escape,
although he can.
This was what he needed,
what was always going to transpire,
he reflects,
as a rippling man
walks to him,
softly but swiftly,
handcuffs him,
shows him a badge.
This is the end of his magic.
He sighs for her, pants for her, yearns for her.
She is his newfound land, his America,
whether she wants or not.
Such has ever been the lot of the pining lover,
to sigh sad sighs, to make overtures disregarded.
To scurry to and fro, beholden
to a dark magic, a madness within.
He grunts. Surely that’s what’s occurring.
He has no choice. No control.
He gazes at her.
She’s so slim, so pretty…
Hardly anyone else about.
But still, a few.
So, his heart swells when
she steps around a corner,
into a scantily lit alley.
He restrains a grin,
but can’t help quickening
his pace just slightly,
as he follows her-
“KEEYA!”
A palm splats his face.
He topples over.
He’s so stunned that
he watches as his newfound land
bounds out of the alley,
screeching for help.
Just lies there,
blood gushing from nose,
realising that
he won’t escape,
although he can.
This was what he needed,
what was always going to transpire,
he reflects,
as a rippling man
walks to him,
softly but swiftly,
handcuffs him,
shows him a badge.
This is the end of his magic.
Written by olliec
(Oliver Cocks)
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The rain and reign of terror!
The year ends on saddest notes
of crying, dying babies in Palestine
and obstructed efforts
to throw them a lifeline
They ought to have long halted this ethnic cleansing
of the indigenous inhabitants
Stop the cruel bombardment
of their poor apartments
I'm not just griping for nothing,
the scenario is too bloodied
and gripping for sure,
Doctors go wiping off blood
as babies are rushed
dripping with gore
to hospitals tripping
with casualties galore
All humane hearts with any humanity
crushed and shaken to the core
Too appalling and harrowing
as brutal bullies
go carpet bombing them,
razing all to the floor
For all peaceful tender hearts
all this an eyesore.
Condemn them with solemn hearts
for this malicious apartheid,
for this atrocious genocide
It's been going on since ages
filling history's pages
It's no fair war that wages
Babies and women weild no military weapons
Stop them massacring the wearers of baby bibs in cribs
or moms and matrons in aprons .
Hey Mr. Biden, bid them lay arms down in armistice
A call for ceasefire is the needed advice
Our minds by now filled to the brim
with images too horrible and grim
It's not just a conflict when pain is inflicted
far more on innocent already afflicted !
Poor folks running helter skelter
for there really is no safe shelter.
Palestinians have become the bullies' bulls eye
who for their own land are made to die!
Israel acts so brutally, it wants to push and shove,
bomb civilians from above
and expects the Palestinians
to react with love and be the peaceful dove??
Failure to protect Palestinian human rights and delaying ceasefire, a major fiasco
by the international organisation UNESCO
which claims to be a protector of human rights
Who but tyrants destroy humble homesteads with warheads?
Poor Palestinians stumble and tumble over their dead.
We mourn and cry the deaths of civilians and soo many Muslims and non Muslims have expressed solidarity with the suppressed, oppressed and repressed Palestinians.
Hey, worldly super powers
End war and their diaspora
End the massacre
End the occupation
That's my heart bleeding
in poetic anaphora
Gaza's gazelles had been nice to the refugee crocodiles
and then those ingrates showed them only vile wiles,
God's eyes and the global gaze is on Gaza now,
in the smoky haze,
as tyrants set homes ablaze
and erase lives and ways.
Palestinians don't deserve extermination
but rather emancipation!
So respect their existence
or expect resistance!
Written by Zaynab_kamoonpury
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