Poetry competition CLOSED 21st December 2017 2:30am
WINNER
Zaynab_kamoonpury
Zaynab_kamoonpury
RUNNER-UP:
OxyMoronicMe
Causal Effect
Musing on Creator
I like knowing I am a vibrational being. The awareness that my thoughts and emotions are constantly transmitting energy into the world feels as exhilarating as reading a piece of poetry to a captive audience. There is pure joy in realizing that whatever is showing up in each moment, it is the manifestation of my own unique design.
I enjoy unpacking beliefs and unmasking the focused thoughts that created them. There is a sense of liberation in solving puzzles, plus I get to celebrate playing as a sovereign being in the game of life and having the free will to choose what I will broadcast into the multi-dimensional reality.
I delight in seeing the evidence of my vibrational thoughts and emotions manifested into form. And yes I can, and still do, create some unpleasant rubbish, but I feel solace knowing that my happiness is NOT dependent on the conditions I’m experiencing in any given moment.
Being a powerful creator is intoxicating. When I fully embody the galvanizing energy of cutting edge creation, I am invigorated beyond the emotional experience. All parts of me awaken - body, mind and spirit. All senses are roused, invited to frolic in infinite potential.
I’m most joyous when I’m creating my life while tuned-in to my trailblazing-self. I love knowing I have a purpose! I’m especially elated when writing poetry, as this artful and penetrating activity is what I am built for. So, I do it to feel pleased. I also do it to stay tapped-in to the clever impulses that are guiding me through life like beacons on a vast ocean of unknowns. It’s impossible for me to make mistakes from this place and it’s comforting to know, I can never really fuck-up.
I like trusting, especially myself. Feeling confident is one of my favorite emotions as it lets me know I’m in alignment with my “optimistic-self”. I’m at my best in life and relationships when self-assurance is ruling the day. I can even appreciate heartbreak and physical challenges as precious gems of my own creation, for they point me in the direction of the love that I desire and am, already.
Embracing the deliberate creator comes with deep gratification. I create BECAUSE my essence IS expansion, growth, and expressive. I am both creator and creation - causing manifested form and just being.
I enjoy unpacking beliefs and unmasking the focused thoughts that created them. There is a sense of liberation in solving puzzles, plus I get to celebrate playing as a sovereign being in the game of life and having the free will to choose what I will broadcast into the multi-dimensional reality.
I delight in seeing the evidence of my vibrational thoughts and emotions manifested into form. And yes I can, and still do, create some unpleasant rubbish, but I feel solace knowing that my happiness is NOT dependent on the conditions I’m experiencing in any given moment.
Being a powerful creator is intoxicating. When I fully embody the galvanizing energy of cutting edge creation, I am invigorated beyond the emotional experience. All parts of me awaken - body, mind and spirit. All senses are roused, invited to frolic in infinite potential.
I’m most joyous when I’m creating my life while tuned-in to my trailblazing-self. I love knowing I have a purpose! I’m especially elated when writing poetry, as this artful and penetrating activity is what I am built for. So, I do it to feel pleased. I also do it to stay tapped-in to the clever impulses that are guiding me through life like beacons on a vast ocean of unknowns. It’s impossible for me to make mistakes from this place and it’s comforting to know, I can never really fuck-up.
I like trusting, especially myself. Feeling confident is one of my favorite emotions as it lets me know I’m in alignment with my “optimistic-self”. I’m at my best in life and relationships when self-assurance is ruling the day. I can even appreciate heartbreak and physical challenges as precious gems of my own creation, for they point me in the direction of the love that I desire and am, already.
Embracing the deliberate creator comes with deep gratification. I create BECAUSE my essence IS expansion, growth, and expressive. I am both creator and creation - causing manifested form and just being.
Written by Spilled_Inkster
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Kindness
Depraved indifference
breeds but isolation
fosters animosity
shuns appeals for adjuration
Tongues that lash
bleed the wounded
poisoned scars
inefficiently diluted
Apologies for such cruelty
are of no concern
they exist of ashes
one cannot unburn
Kindness is of no consequence
when was it unlearned
benevolence
must be given and returned
breeds but isolation
fosters animosity
shuns appeals for adjuration
Tongues that lash
bleed the wounded
poisoned scars
inefficiently diluted
Apologies for such cruelty
are of no concern
they exist of ashes
one cannot unburn
Kindness is of no consequence
when was it unlearned
benevolence
must be given and returned
Written by mel44
(Melgar)
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Give Life
Give life, it’s a precious thing,
It’s a gift, a present, a good deed,
Give a little bit of yourself,
Give to those who are in need.
Years ago, when I almost lost my muse,
Her life was saved by a blood transfusion,
It was an act of kindness from a stranger,
A kind gesture and a valuable contribution.
I learned the importance of compassion,
Donating blood is a precious gift of life,
I realize what it means to pay it forward,
I appreciate it even more for having my wife.
Every sixty days I go into my local bank,
And give four hundred eighty milligrams,
It’s a small price compared to what it can do,
It makes a difference when it’s in such a demand.
But the feeling one receives after giving,
(Granted you’ve drank liquids and eaten right),
Is one of the most modest and noble emotions,
That you’ve given some else a chance to fight.
So donate just for the sake of giving, for living,
Human kindness is best attribute you’ll build,
The life you save might be for someone close,
Give blood, give life and you’ll be glad you did.
Give life, it’s a precious thing,
It’s a gift, a present, a good deed,
Give a little bit of yourself,
Give to those who are in need.
Years ago, when I almost lost my muse,
Her life was saved by a blood transfusion,
It was an act of kindness from a stranger,
A kind gesture and a valuable contribution.
I learned the importance of compassion,
Donating blood is a precious gift of life,
I realize what it means to pay it forward,
I appreciate it even more for having my wife.
Every sixty days I go into my local bank,
And give four hundred eighty milligrams,
It’s a small price compared to what it can do,
It makes a difference when it’s in such a demand.
But the feeling one receives after giving,
(Granted you’ve drank liquids and eaten right),
Is one of the most modest and noble emotions,
That you’ve given some else a chance to fight.
So donate just for the sake of giving, for living,
Human kindness is best attribute you’ll build,
The life you save might be for someone close,
Give blood, give life and you’ll be glad you did.
Related submission no longer exists.
Setting the day on fire
I want to burn the dawn,
Set the creeping mist ablaze,
Scorch the languid clouds.
Let the evil-headed crows,
Bear witness
Too the fire,
Melting this sanity.
I'm in to deep!!
The laughing form
Of a cartoon moon.
The clichéd bird song
With their dutiful chorus.
I'm in to deep to let go!!!!
Eager proletarians
With sad eyes.
Their hearts
A roaring inferno,
Stare vacantly
At a flashing red light.
They can't see me;
I'm in to deep,
Just a light shadow
Pouring petrol
Upon the stubborn dew.
I want to burn the dawn,
Set the creeping mist ablaze,
Scorch the languid clouds.
Let the evil-headed crows,
Bear witness
Too the fire,
Melting this sanity.
I'm in to deep!!
The laughing form
Of a cartoon moon.
The clichéd bird song
With their dutiful chorus.
I'm in to deep to let go!!!!
Eager proletarians
With sad eyes.
Their hearts
A roaring inferno,
Stare vacantly
At a flashing red light.
They can't see me;
I'm in to deep,
Just a light shadow
Pouring petrol
Upon the stubborn dew.
Anonymous
Reality VS fake everything
I am drawing a blank
literally
the things that happen in the world today block out my creative juices so I cannot write
what such a shame
I cannot think of a single topic
nor a purpose to said topic that I cannot think of
the last time I wrote a good poem was on one of my roller-coaster days
lately I am just down without an up
or a sway to one side or the other
the world is making us all dumb with the aid of social media and corrupt politicians waving their grubby fingers on the television screen
the last thing I want is to not be able to write
it is my platform
it is how I cope with the way everything is turning out
what has happened to the world?
all this greed and hate
all the entitlement people feel they deserve because of the car they drive or the neighborhood they live in has a country club with white table cloths and napkins shaped into shapes of animals they don't even care about and never will
what has happened to the human race since the 60s when it was all about love and music?
can we go back to that?
I try to not pay attention to what the media says about current events
I don't believe them anyway
how can we get the world back to the way it was before it was ruined?
literally
the things that happen in the world today block out my creative juices so I cannot write
what such a shame
I cannot think of a single topic
nor a purpose to said topic that I cannot think of
the last time I wrote a good poem was on one of my roller-coaster days
lately I am just down without an up
or a sway to one side or the other
the world is making us all dumb with the aid of social media and corrupt politicians waving their grubby fingers on the television screen
the last thing I want is to not be able to write
it is my platform
it is how I cope with the way everything is turning out
what has happened to the world?
all this greed and hate
all the entitlement people feel they deserve because of the car they drive or the neighborhood they live in has a country club with white table cloths and napkins shaped into shapes of animals they don't even care about and never will
what has happened to the human race since the 60s when it was all about love and music?
can we go back to that?
I try to not pay attention to what the media says about current events
I don't believe them anyway
how can we get the world back to the way it was before it was ruined?
Written by okanna93
(MJWells93)
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