Poetry competition CLOSED 20th January 2018 3:39pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
mel44
Morning Dawns
Anonymous
What a wonderful entry, OxyMoronicMe! Thank you for entering it in the comp. :-)
Anonymous
Thank you for joining, OctoberArts! Such a beautiful entry. :-)
FlashBack
These memories are just phantoms
the dust of demons long since destroyed,
why does the mind always betray?
maybe this what it means to be human
they are the ashes of ancient ruins
from a long forgotten war
whose only spectator was me.
These memories are just phantoms
the dust of demons long since destroyed,
why does the mind always betray?
maybe this what it means to be human
they are the ashes of ancient ruins
from a long forgotten war
whose only spectator was me.
Before Coffee
If you live with me
There will be morning interludes
Before coffee
Starting the day right
Spooning and caressing
Looking at the clock
A quick encounter
Maybe not about passion
More about energy
Apex
Shower
You make the coffee
While I tie up the trash
Everyone’s happy
The Day begins…
There will be morning interludes
Before coffee
Starting the day right
Spooning and caressing
Looking at the clock
A quick encounter
Maybe not about passion
More about energy
Apex
Shower
You make the coffee
While I tie up the trash
Everyone’s happy
The Day begins…
Written by PoetSpeak
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staggerlee and PoetSpeak, thank you for joining us! Sorry for the delayed reply. I've been battling with a cold and living in a Dayquil daze. :-) Happy to have you aboard!
Where It Ripped
I trickle the tips
of my pencil fingers
in...
In that bony bend
beyond blood
where the blade rent
a rib away
to depart
it's kin in cage
It was leverage
it was not melees
it was gas-lit chambers
to suck my shrieking
soul away
But those crunchy
tissues of scars
folded into firmer fissures
(you know that texture...standard issue)
And now pure oxygen swoons
this new moon face
There's whole wheat
wonderbreaths
and meals of healing
entrenching my chest
of my pencil fingers
in...
In that bony bend
beyond blood
where the blade rent
a rib away
to depart
it's kin in cage
It was leverage
it was not melees
it was gas-lit chambers
to suck my shrieking
soul away
But those crunchy
tissues of scars
folded into firmer fissures
(you know that texture...standard issue)
And now pure oxygen swoons
this new moon face
There's whole wheat
wonderbreaths
and meals of healing
entrenching my chest
Written by AtoMikbomb
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AtoMikbomb and cloventongue89 - Thank you so much for joining us with your wonderful entries! Happy to have you with us. :-)
Daughter's Loss
Watching her choke
clutching her frail hand
her eyes screamed
unable to stand
grimace upon her face
as she could not breathe
from this aching moment
I find no reprieve
Loss and tragedy
my mind associates
grief stricken flashes
my soul it implicates
feeling barren
overwrought by pain
lingering in my body
feeling disdain
Her courage I remember
it lures me to a place
memory of her existence
mourning will not erase
thankful for who she was
regret not what is lost
holding on to her love
her honour has no cost
clutching her frail hand
her eyes screamed
unable to stand
grimace upon her face
as she could not breathe
from this aching moment
I find no reprieve
Loss and tragedy
my mind associates
grief stricken flashes
my soul it implicates
feeling barren
overwrought by pain
lingering in my body
feeling disdain
Her courage I remember
it lures me to a place
memory of her existence
mourning will not erase
thankful for who she was
regret not what is lost
holding on to her love
her honour has no cost
Written by mel44
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EGRESS
Astray, I find myself lost
Amongst the rocks and moss
The trail blockaded by fallen oaks
That forced this detour
A reason captured in mind
For amnesty to find
Just as her face began to fade
From the pages of my memory
Upon the threshold
This tenebrosity I perspire
As black as the inner walls
Of this forgotten spire
Yet so familiar, I've been here
A plethora of instances
An exhalation
More tangible than the light
Drifts away to greet the clouds
To fall again in another dream
Nectar seeps into Lichtenberg cracks
And I envy the simplicity of healing
That ever escaped my being
Oh, to be as the adamant tree
A shadow against the rorulent wood
It is your semblance in solitude
I failed, as I always would
To recognize the finer details
It reaches out for me
I steel myself against the weight
Of longing that I must discard
My hand involuntarily extends
Her eyes once beautiful
Gorgon's gaze, held in place
Only then did I see the open door
That I'd never found before
Aback from the labyrinthine
As a beast in trepidation
To close the doors behind me
And return to the path of closure
I look once more behind
And the spire wasn't there
So perhaps it never was
It is true, forget may be unattainable
But such is not required
And I breathe deep, the most crisp air
That ever graced my lungs
Written by UbiquitousVoid
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Anonymous
mel44, what a truly beautiful poem. So full of pain and life. Thank you for bringing it to share.
UbiquitousVoid, thank you for bringing your voice to this comp!
This is not going to be an easy comp to judge!
UbiquitousVoid, thank you for bringing your voice to this comp!
This is not going to be an easy comp to judge!
In the Belly of the Beast
What is it like being with an alcoholic you ask? Well I will tell you....
It's like watching them being in a terrible car accident over and over again until it breaks you
His illness broke me but not just me, everyone in his life around him
but somehow I am seen as just as guilty as he is
it's like I am the disease that has latched on to him and won't let go
but i'm not
i'm a victim too
i'm the only person that hasn't given up on him
yet here I am prepared to leave the one thing that gives me my only joy
we just spent two days at his parent's cabin house
what went wrong?
being with an alcoholic is like watching a tragedy in slow motion, so slow that you feel like it will never end
I wish he didn't have this disease
I would gladly take it from him and put it on myself if I could
I just hate seeing him in so much pain
I love this man so much
but he keeps hurting me
maybe it's time to leave
but I don't know what to do
stay or go?
I wanna fight for him until the very end
but when is the end?
when will the white flag wave?
Will it be when the mourners sing?
It's like watching them being in a terrible car accident over and over again until it breaks you
His illness broke me but not just me, everyone in his life around him
but somehow I am seen as just as guilty as he is
it's like I am the disease that has latched on to him and won't let go
but i'm not
i'm a victim too
i'm the only person that hasn't given up on him
yet here I am prepared to leave the one thing that gives me my only joy
we just spent two days at his parent's cabin house
what went wrong?
being with an alcoholic is like watching a tragedy in slow motion, so slow that you feel like it will never end
I wish he didn't have this disease
I would gladly take it from him and put it on myself if I could
I just hate seeing him in so much pain
I love this man so much
but he keeps hurting me
maybe it's time to leave
but I don't know what to do
stay or go?
I wanna fight for him until the very end
but when is the end?
when will the white flag wave?
Will it be when the mourners sing?
Written by okanna93
(MJWells93)
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Broken
tonight I slept through the night with not one thought of you
I walked around all day with a smile on my face and greeted everyone with a hello
I checked my phone with no subconscious thought of hoping it was you.
Your face no longer burned into my memory.
Hearing your name no longer sent chills up my spine and butterflies in my stomach.
I no longer yearned for the tone of your voice.
I no longer needed your laughter or your smile to get me through the day.
I find so much relief in that feeling.
You are now just a memory tucked in the corner of my mind never to be picked up again.
It was a ritual for me to be woken up in the middle of the night by dreams of you
You mocked my peace like Lucifer mocked the holy hour. The thought of you haunted me and you didn't even realize it.
With tears in my eyes I laid in bed while I felt around for my phone on the night stand.
I stare at the blank screen hoping to see your name one more time.
My heart filled with agonizing pain, just wanting you to love me the way that I love you would cause me to do this ten more times before falling back to sleep, only to be woken up minutes later by my screeching alarm.
Days seemed longer
Weekends seemed pointless for me, sitting in bed all day binge watching pathetic romance movies and listening to sad music all day drowning my sadness in sweets and food.
I finally broken free myself of your weight no longer being the damsel in distress.
I walked around all day with a smile on my face and greeted everyone with a hello
I checked my phone with no subconscious thought of hoping it was you.
Your face no longer burned into my memory.
Hearing your name no longer sent chills up my spine and butterflies in my stomach.
I no longer yearned for the tone of your voice.
I no longer needed your laughter or your smile to get me through the day.
I find so much relief in that feeling.
You are now just a memory tucked in the corner of my mind never to be picked up again.
It was a ritual for me to be woken up in the middle of the night by dreams of you
You mocked my peace like Lucifer mocked the holy hour. The thought of you haunted me and you didn't even realize it.
With tears in my eyes I laid in bed while I felt around for my phone on the night stand.
I stare at the blank screen hoping to see your name one more time.
My heart filled with agonizing pain, just wanting you to love me the way that I love you would cause me to do this ten more times before falling back to sleep, only to be woken up minutes later by my screeching alarm.
Days seemed longer
Weekends seemed pointless for me, sitting in bed all day binge watching pathetic romance movies and listening to sad music all day drowning my sadness in sweets and food.
I finally broken free myself of your weight no longer being the damsel in distress.
Written by Tori
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