Poetry competition CLOSED 21st April 2018 00:16am
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AtoMikbomb
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Poem of the Month - MAY 2018

Poem-Worm
Poetry Worm
Thought Provoker
Joined 1st Nov 2016
Forum Posts: 346

Poetry Contest

What have you read on DUP that freakin' glorious!
Greetings, Fellow Poets!  It's time for our "Poem of the Month" to be featured in the DUP 'Poem of the Month Hall of Fame' and on the official facebook page for April 2018.

You have three weeks to nominate no more than two of you favorite poems from another DUP poet!

Please note the following when making nominations:

1. Self nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme.  This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.

2. Please limit your nominations to TWO poems. You can nominate a single poem for two different poets; but the nomination maximum remains at TWO (no matter how many pseudonyms they have).  The majority of competitions on DUP cap nominations at one or two poems so there's no need to go beyond that.


No DUPLICATES. If someone nominates the same poem the entry will be deleted. If you like it that much wait and vote for it!

Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.  

BIG CHANGE:

Previous Poem of the Month Hall of Fame members CAN BE NOMINATED ... but a poet may only win once in the time period from November 2017 - December 2018.  

Simply put: We want to see a cross section of writers acknowledged.

Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to the win will be automatically disqualified.

Any nominated member who wishes to opt out of the competition may do so by messaging me ( Poem-Worm ). I will contact the person who nominated you and request an alternate nomination.

Nomination Duration is three weeks followed by a week of site voting!

Running list of winners:

November 2017 ... NAAJIR
December 2017 ... POETSPEAK
January 2018 ...      LADY_OF_THE_QUILL
February 2018 ...    LEPPEROCHAN Craic in a Box
March 2018 ...        TINABUBUYA (Tee Mali)
April 2018 ...           CROWFLY
May 2018 ...            ATOMIKBOMB
June 2018
July 2018
August 2018
September 2018
October 2018
November 2018
December 2018

... So, what have you read that's incredible!?

LobodeSanPedro
Tyrant of Words
Sierra Leone 109awards
Joined 16th Apr 2013
Forum Posts: 3304

fear of suicide

case28 (Alexander Case)
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Shadow_Dancer
Twisted Dreamer
United States 1awards
Joined 9th Mar 2018
Forum Posts: 21

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Shadow_Dancer
Twisted Dreamer
United States 1awards
Joined 9th Mar 2018
Forum Posts: 21

explosions are for the ordinary

   
easy    
for some    
to crack and crumble    
under strain    
or    
to explode    
in anger    
   
yet    
some special humans    
stand in front    
of a running train    
and make it crumble    
with just their silence    
   
it is another matter    
altogether    
the effect    
on the passersby  
   
be it awe    
or    
the concern  
raw.
 
Written by cold_fusion
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LobodeSanPedro
Tyrant of Words
Sierra Leone 109awards
Joined 16th Apr 2013
Forum Posts: 3304

...I don't want these hands...

...oh...          
no I don't          
         
And I would hacksaw          
gnaw          
each nocuous          
nightingale nail          
from it's shoals          
it's risque riverbed          
it's fleshy fitted          
fingerhead          
to backtrack down          
every shirtless back          
they've dared - in dream          
to roam          
and comb their          
shameful handfuls          
'round          
         
...no...          
I don't want these eyes          
my erring          
staring          
glaring pirate pair of iris          
spyglass emeralds          
unsettled in their          
socket settings          
roving rifles          
of fiendish green          
         
...you should know...    
...you should know...          
they should be blown          
in whole          
out the back of my skull      
bloodstones from a blue whale blowhole        
         
I don't want this heart          
throwing thoughts of          
men          
like Campbell's cans          
clattering into shopping carts          
         
---          
         
Vagrant vices          
splice my volition          
exponentially
         
pages pile up          
miles of onion skin bible          
paper          
choky cellars stocked and locked          
X's scored          
on my bottomless          
clipboard;          
tabloid trespasses          
dyed laceleaf red          
         
Reverentially penned          
leaflets laced with lechery          
rustle - roughed-up moth wings        
rouge with regret...          
...and it's clear          
that they'd burn          
cleaner          
than my newsprint conscience
Written by AtoMikbomb
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summultima
uma
Dangerous Mind
India 34awards
Joined 3rd Feb 2012
Forum Posts: 1303

Every Now And Then, She Patrols...

Every now and then
she snatches her desert out of her purse
she unfolds it in front of her
and takes a long walk
- she calls it her 'occasional patrol' -
whistling marching songs
driving off intruders.

With the job complete
and all the sand's dry kisses
hanging from her lips
she turns around and registers the traces of the route
carefully folding it back
burying it deep in the farthest corner of the bag.

Content she's back at square one
raises her glass
lights a cig
spits out smoke, phlegm and sand...
Written by takis1917
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summultima
uma
Dangerous Mind
India 34awards
Joined 3rd Feb 2012
Forum Posts: 1303

Confluence

   
   
   
   
plum blossoms pinkly beam in the dew  
   
green branches meld to the hue of country sky  
   
these things almost in themselves a sutra    
   
a confluence of various means  
   
in humility beneath the undimmed moon.  
   
   
and primarily you are also    
   
incarnate music incarnate wisdom  
   
great realizations of    
   
clear light and dark light  
   
and unrealizations of the same.  
   
   
   
 
Written by Vandel_Viaclovsky (Van)
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Poem-Worm
Poetry Worm
Thought Provoker
Joined 1st Nov 2016
Forum Posts: 346

I'm sure you've read something great here at DUP recently ... please nominate it.

Poem-Worm
Poetry Worm
Thought Provoker
Joined 1st Nov 2016
Forum Posts: 346




... take time to nominate the work of a DUP poet whose gets underneath your skin and owns your soul!

NightReverie
Twisted Dreamer
Joined 30th Nov 2017
Forum Posts: 9

A Shackled Birth

Feel free to explore  
This bottomless well  
Grip fast to the flagstone walls  
letting us in  
Shimmy down the sub-terra cavern  
as the god's peering light  
Dims faintly in these  
forsaken tombs  
 
The only sight , that there will to be  
Are the stretched out limbs  
Gripping the void so tightly  
Like a archetype  
Of your terror's guise
Beckoning the phantom flight  
And the succubine  
with her siren call  
Greeting us to the river
Where her old blood flows  
 
Through the ancient veins  
Of earth's reality  
Bringing shape and form  
To what does not exist  
But merely dwells
In the dark confines  
Of rustic satellite data ,  
Fallen to this specks great pull
 
From the graveyard shift  
To those murder fields  
We've written pasts  
In their resting place  
Just a drop of life  
From a needle prick  
Landing softly there  
We watch the spirits feast  
On this symbol of sympathy  
 
Don't waver now  
There's no turning back  
We've reached the cusp  
Of orders grip  
This is where chaos reigns  
With a static fist
Over mortal fear
And ageless death
Written by ElrondSirfalas
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom 28awards
Joined 10th Oct 2010
Forum Posts: 1347

NaPoWriMo

Each day brings a dozen new tales
with numerous words apiece
illuminated in individuality,
no two quite the same
as the lines pass by
in step to the days on a calendar.
Too numerous and diverse
to inspect in detail
with proper deference and respect
as impossible as briefly glancing
yet fully appreciating
all the art in a gallery
in only a solitary piece.
For we are painters
and words are our brush
to the page as our canvas
where ten words can portray a picture.
Whether they come from matters not,
originating in personal experience
or conjured by divine inspiration
or prompt provided,
they appear
and are present.
Beholden to something greater
than the sum of their parts and particles
not contained in contest
but found in the context
of universal harmony
and the collective creation
that underpins all human civilisation
regardless of race or creed
of colour or gender
or of knowledge
as it is the outpouring of words
that is the true merit and value
equal as a creative outlet of being.
Written by Viddax (Lord Viddax)
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom 28awards
Joined 10th Oct 2010
Forum Posts: 1347

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cold_fusion
Tyrant of Words
Palestine 20awards
Joined 14th June 2017
Forum Posts: 5404

My Lady Is Broken

I don't recall ever feeling this defeated
Heart, mind and soul depleted
Soaked by the tides of my desperation
Her love absent without explanation


The space between us no longer measured in distance
My heart fights back with endless persistence
This chill in the air survives a thousand fires
Suddenly a stranger to all her desires


If she would only show me the colour that began this decline
I would paint over it white, bright and divine
Silence that brings a deafening sound
My heart pumping fear with every pound


Love shows it's cruelty, refusing to hide
Every minute I stay I die more inside
All I can hear now are the words she can't say
Maybe this is a dream and i will wake one day

My lady is broken.


Written by becsta (Bec)
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poet Anonymous

Bricks

They told me
To cast out
My pain
Like a stone
To the river
But
It is fused
Within these walls
Built strong
Enough
To withstand the storm
And
From it
I have broken ground
...
Without pain
How can one
Remain
...
The first bricks laid
Are primary
And
Paramount
To the structure
And  
Mine will not be
Picked apart
To ease
Or appease
...
Pain
Is not solely
Where I stem from
Nor is it
All that I know
But
It is a pivotal stone
Laid in the formation
Of my make-shift home
...
So
Like a seed
I will nurture it
And
Tend to it accordingly
Careful not to spread
But instead
GROW
From the concrete
I have found myself upon
...
These scars
Will not be carved out
For there is beauty
On
And
Within the walls
To remove  
Would be to erase
The blueprints
So
I will not dissect
To demolish
When all I want to do
Is build
And
Grow
...
I count bricks
As I lay them
One
By
One
From the strain of pain
I remain
And
Strong enough
I have become
 


Written by prestonGibson (NomadsPath)
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