Poetry competition CLOSED 10th April 2018 10:21pm
WINNER
Anonymous
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Rose-Colored Glasses
Poetry Contest Description
A poem on subject from a viewpoint of seeing things with "Rose-Colored-Glasses On"..(good or bad)
Heard of the saying,
"Rose-colored glasses?"
Seeing things in a way they truly aren't,
taking that into positive viewpoint which can be from ignorance
or just a plain flowery eye...
Will you take it to a literal term?
a metaphorical term,
or in a joking way of how the viewpoint of seeing things with
"Rose-colored glasses on" is dumb and poke fun of it..
Or will it be a serious , observational one of our opinions upon it??
-Feel free to be creative!
-2 admissions per poet
(collabs welcome, any poets involved in that collab is considered one, but can put another of solo work)
Relate to the topic of "Rose-Colored Glasses" please...
I am utterly excited to see at least one admission!
Thank you for your interest...
"Rose-colored glasses?"
Seeing things in a way they truly aren't,
taking that into positive viewpoint which can be from ignorance
or just a plain flowery eye...
Will you take it to a literal term?
a metaphorical term,
or in a joking way of how the viewpoint of seeing things with
"Rose-colored glasses on" is dumb and poke fun of it..
Or will it be a serious , observational one of our opinions upon it??
-Feel free to be creative!
-2 admissions per poet
(collabs welcome, any poets involved in that collab is considered one, but can put another of solo work)
Relate to the topic of "Rose-Colored Glasses" please...
I am utterly excited to see at least one admission!
Thank you for your interest...
Through Deprived Eyes
Perched upon her makeshift throne of frail bones and desperate men
She lives off the faint recollection of their sacrificial offerings
Funded through slave labour and their bloodied diamond sweat
Only reaching so far as to give them a hollow sensation of arousal
This the assembly of followers blindly selling their selves for an empires wealth
Singing songs of her immaculate beauty , and sweet loving touch
Oh , how perfect she seems;
Though , by no means a perfect queen
Sprawled out across his unfinished collection of eulogies and love letters
He basks In a shallow pool of regret and an unyielding jealousy
The uncontrollable notion of ownership over another
The fallacy of everlasting commitment
And the heavy weight of rejection
Come barreling through his psyche with the most honest validation
That his blind worship has euthanized his sense of self
Oh , how perfect she seems
Though , by no means a perfect queen
This fictitious portrayal of majesty may illicit sincere emotion
Though , a one way window can only reflect one aspect in solidarity
With the intent and purpose being coveted behind the panes of a thick facade
Calculated theatrics spurred from her self revolving universe
Sociopathic tendencies being conveyed as a gregarious personality
Deceiving deprived libidos with a sensation larger than life
Oh, how perfect she seems
Though , by no means a perfect queen
She lives off the faint recollection of their sacrificial offerings
Funded through slave labour and their bloodied diamond sweat
Only reaching so far as to give them a hollow sensation of arousal
This the assembly of followers blindly selling their selves for an empires wealth
Singing songs of her immaculate beauty , and sweet loving touch
Oh , how perfect she seems;
Though , by no means a perfect queen
Sprawled out across his unfinished collection of eulogies and love letters
He basks In a shallow pool of regret and an unyielding jealousy
The uncontrollable notion of ownership over another
The fallacy of everlasting commitment
And the heavy weight of rejection
Come barreling through his psyche with the most honest validation
That his blind worship has euthanized his sense of self
Oh , how perfect she seems
Though , by no means a perfect queen
This fictitious portrayal of majesty may illicit sincere emotion
Though , a one way window can only reflect one aspect in solidarity
With the intent and purpose being coveted behind the panes of a thick facade
Calculated theatrics spurred from her self revolving universe
Sociopathic tendencies being conveyed as a gregarious personality
Deceiving deprived libidos with a sensation larger than life
Oh, how perfect she seems
Though , by no means a perfect queen
Written by ElrondSirfalas
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The Faded Flower (working title)
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This poem was written as an entry for a competition here on DUP.
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The Faded Flower (working title)
'Love is a rose,
you better not pick it'
Because
'Every rose has its thorn.'
But
'Is it a sin to seek the truth
The truth beneath the rose?'
Would
'A rose by any other name
still smell as sweet?'
'A rose is still a rose',
and yet...
Blush-colored cheeks and glasses.
Shards of plastic
Crushed petals,
Naivete forgone, open eyes gaze
'Stand not amazed'
The world's a scary place
when your rose-colored glasses are broken.
This poem was written as an entry for a competition here on DUP.
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The Faded Flower (working title)
'Love is a rose,
you better not pick it'
Because
'Every rose has its thorn.'
But
'Is it a sin to seek the truth
The truth beneath the rose?'
Would
'A rose by any other name
still smell as sweet?'
'A rose is still a rose',
and yet...
Blush-colored cheeks and glasses.
Shards of plastic
Crushed petals,
Naivete forgone, open eyes gaze
'Stand not amazed'
The world's a scary place
when your rose-colored glasses are broken.
Written by DragonInTheSky
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Taking Off the Rose-Colored Glasses
Maybe it is going to be onto better and brighter
Things. There is a brighter smile and a better
Life without you being right in the center of
The storm. Every step away from you is lighter.
Darling, you let me take off the heavy sweater
Without suffocating me. You taught me to love
Myself more than I could ever love anyone
Or anything else. It is like life has a whole new
Meaning without you to steer or guide it where
You want it to be going. Darling, it is like the sun
Has come from behind the dark and stormy blue
Sky. I know that there is way more oxygen and air
To breathe in without the toxins surrounding
Me. I used to think I was making some terrible
Or awful mistake, but I was right in cutting ties
This time around. My heartbeat was pounding
Loudly like drums, but everything was bearable,
Including the pain. The tears cleansed my eyes
And I could finally see things for how they really
Were. I was not living or watching through rose
Colored glasses anymore when things were perfect.
Everything was no longer feeling ice cold or chilly
Like the windowpanes in the snowstorm. I chose
My life over everyone else’s. Everything was clicked
And locked into place, but I knew that they could
Not stay that way forever when things were going
Around in circles instead of being straight or linear.
I just had to let things go and drift away like wood
Floating along the river stream. I was just showing
That the world’s beauty was going to be way shinier.
Things. There is a brighter smile and a better
Life without you being right in the center of
The storm. Every step away from you is lighter.
Darling, you let me take off the heavy sweater
Without suffocating me. You taught me to love
Myself more than I could ever love anyone
Or anything else. It is like life has a whole new
Meaning without you to steer or guide it where
You want it to be going. Darling, it is like the sun
Has come from behind the dark and stormy blue
Sky. I know that there is way more oxygen and air
To breathe in without the toxins surrounding
Me. I used to think I was making some terrible
Or awful mistake, but I was right in cutting ties
This time around. My heartbeat was pounding
Loudly like drums, but everything was bearable,
Including the pain. The tears cleansed my eyes
And I could finally see things for how they really
Were. I was not living or watching through rose
Colored glasses anymore when things were perfect.
Everything was no longer feeling ice cold or chilly
Like the windowpanes in the snowstorm. I chose
My life over everyone else’s. Everything was clicked
And locked into place, but I knew that they could
Not stay that way forever when things were going
Around in circles instead of being straight or linear.
I just had to let things go and drift away like wood
Floating along the river stream. I was just showing
That the world’s beauty was going to be way shinier.
Written by eswaller
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A beautiful distraction
Hard-headed as soft-hearted
Be sodded but bewitched
Hypnagogic in sheer panic
Cure and killer on a switch...
By Lucifer the light bearer
Satan falls into the dark
The devil mind swings bipolar
Split heart may sway apart...
Their sigil of ancient delusion
Casting to the hearts of men
By symbolic ring of truth
Lie from the pit they send...
They're too large to have query
And too nuanced to quantize
Cry me a river of your sorrows
Says the dry heart hypnotized...
Now our germ of immortality
Spread across illusion's time
The principalities under powers
They write deceit upon the line...
So things must always break
As entropy will reign supreme
A king of shadows blocks the light
Our world is not as it may seem...
Written by runaway-mindtrain
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THE ROSE OF SHARON
Her eyes a diamond shine
a sapphire as blue as heaven.
The coolness- the ease in her steps
a cat- her walk is a gaity peps'.
Her creamy lips of berry
her oval cone, a shape of merry.
A black beauty- a gift to adorn
A wild rose in the garden of Sharon.
Her body a sculptors dream
at her eight, who would grim?
The flower of my garden
a replica of Eden
I remain your only moon
amidst your many stars.
a sapphire as blue as heaven.
The coolness- the ease in her steps
a cat- her walk is a gaity peps'.
Her creamy lips of berry
her oval cone, a shape of merry.
A black beauty- a gift to adorn
A wild rose in the garden of Sharon.
Her body a sculptors dream
at her eight, who would grim?
The flower of my garden
a replica of Eden
I remain your only moon
amidst your many stars.
Written by gifteth
(AliboTerna)
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