Poetry competition CLOSED 30th May 2018 4:20pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
Hepcat61
Speak To Me Of Your Muse
Thank You , Poet Of Tragedy , and Eswaller , for your further entries...;)
Both very well done !
This is getting harder , which is a *good thing*...
I am very thankful for all the wonderful entries !
( Poet Of Tragedy , I saw your Muse drawing , before you removed it ,
and though you realized it to be better to post your words , I did
want to ask you if that was your own art , because if it was , you are
truly a fine artisan , in that genre and style...you are more than welcome
to post it in the thread , though not as a competition entry , yet as
an illustration of one person's Muse ; others *should* see your talent !
Just put some disclaimer at the bottom , regarding it not being an entry ;
However , your other option would be to place it as a poem overlaid the
bottom blank part of your work of art , with the poem telling the story
of your pictured muse...that would be more than acceptable to me ! )
Both very well done !
This is getting harder , which is a *good thing*...
I am very thankful for all the wonderful entries !
( Poet Of Tragedy , I saw your Muse drawing , before you removed it ,
and though you realized it to be better to post your words , I did
want to ask you if that was your own art , because if it was , you are
truly a fine artisan , in that genre and style...you are more than welcome
to post it in the thread , though not as a competition entry , yet as
an illustration of one person's Muse ; others *should* see your talent !
Just put some disclaimer at the bottom , regarding it not being an entry ;
However , your other option would be to place it as a poem overlaid the
bottom blank part of your work of art , with the poem telling the story
of your pictured muse...that would be more than acceptable to me ! )
Haiku( my muse)
Bricks and mortar words
inspired feelings on the page
questions mews or muse
inspired feelings on the page
questions mews or muse
Written by slipalong
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Anonymous
A muse like no other
Unable to be reached,
A distance between us
And a connection never broken
To see and only hear
I feel only in imagination
A silver haired god
Skin of porcelain and gold
Eyes as bright as a sun
But as blue as the sea
A distance between
But a care and admiration that stretches across.
To never touch but only see and hear.
As a true god would be.
You may never feel but you can always hear and speak to.
My porcelain prince
With his head held high
Never knowing his true beauty
For only I can see him the way I do
If only the mirror could reflect to him what i see too.
My muse is mine in heart
But not in arms.
Though i shall not give hope away.
I will one day be able to see my porcelain prince in the shine of day.
To, my porcelain prince.
I see you and you know i care
One day the distance will break and a screen will not be between me and you.
I will draw you from close instead of a distance
And will write to you, not letters to send.
But notes to hand over from across the room.
Unable to be reached,
A distance between us
And a connection never broken
To see and only hear
I feel only in imagination
A silver haired god
Skin of porcelain and gold
Eyes as bright as a sun
But as blue as the sea
A distance between
But a care and admiration that stretches across.
To never touch but only see and hear.
As a true god would be.
You may never feel but you can always hear and speak to.
My porcelain prince
With his head held high
Never knowing his true beauty
For only I can see him the way I do
If only the mirror could reflect to him what i see too.
My muse is mine in heart
But not in arms.
Though i shall not give hope away.
I will one day be able to see my porcelain prince in the shine of day.
To, my porcelain prince.
I see you and you know i care
One day the distance will break and a screen will not be between me and you.
I will draw you from close instead of a distance
And will write to you, not letters to send.
But notes to hand over from across the room.
My muse, my love, a distance
A muse like no other
Unable to be reached,
A distance between us
And a connection never broken
To see and only hear
I feel only in imagination
A silver haired god
Skin of porcelain and gold
Eyes as bright as a sun
But as blue as the sea
A distance between
But a care and admiration that stretches across.
To never touch but only see and hear.
As a true god would be.
You may never feel but you can always hear and speak to.
My porcelain prince
With his head held high
Never knowing his true beauty
For only I can see him the way I do
If only the mirror could reflect to him what i see too.
My muse is mine in heart
But not in arms.
Though i shall not give hope away.
I will one day be able to see my porcelain prince in the shine of day.
To, my porcelain prince.
I see you and you know i care
One day the distance will break and a screen will not be between me and you.
I will draw you from close instead of a distance
And will write to you, not letters to send.
But notes to hand over from across the room.
Unable to be reached,
A distance between us
And a connection never broken
To see and only hear
I feel only in imagination
A silver haired god
Skin of porcelain and gold
Eyes as bright as a sun
But as blue as the sea
A distance between
But a care and admiration that stretches across.
To never touch but only see and hear.
As a true god would be.
You may never feel but you can always hear and speak to.
My porcelain prince
With his head held high
Never knowing his true beauty
For only I can see him the way I do
If only the mirror could reflect to him what i see too.
My muse is mine in heart
But not in arms.
Though i shall not give hope away.
I will one day be able to see my porcelain prince in the shine of day.
To, my porcelain prince.
I see you and you know i care
One day the distance will break and a screen will not be between me and you.
I will draw you from close instead of a distance
And will write to you, not letters to send.
But notes to hand over from across the room.
Written by Matthias_Crossed
(Matthias Lambert)
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MUSE CRISIS
Does your muse refuse to enthuse?
Has she lost her magic?
I say to you my friend
Get you another
To ignore this advice would be tragic
You can check the want ads
Search on Craig’s List
Check all the blogs on line
But if you hear of a Nancy
From somewhere in Oregon
She’s already taken she’s mine
I’m usually generous with all of my stuff
If you contact my muse I might have to get rough
Oh she might inspire another
I think his name starts with an ‘R’
Except for him my friend
Not another will get very far.
She’s the one who fuels my poetry
She enables my thoughts to flow free
If my feelings and impressions remain locked inside
And I have no muse with whom to confide
My creative juices will evaporate
A dismal, dreary existence my fate
Go my friend and find a new muse
One who brings you the right words to use
As for my butterfly to me who was flown
The one who’s called Nancy
You leave her alone
Has she lost her magic?
I say to you my friend
Get you another
To ignore this advice would be tragic
You can check the want ads
Search on Craig’s List
Check all the blogs on line
But if you hear of a Nancy
From somewhere in Oregon
She’s already taken she’s mine
I’m usually generous with all of my stuff
If you contact my muse I might have to get rough
Oh she might inspire another
I think his name starts with an ‘R’
Except for him my friend
Not another will get very far.
She’s the one who fuels my poetry
She enables my thoughts to flow free
If my feelings and impressions remain locked inside
And I have no muse with whom to confide
My creative juices will evaporate
A dismal, dreary existence my fate
Go my friend and find a new muse
One who brings you the right words to use
As for my butterfly to me who was flown
The one who’s called Nancy
You leave her alone
Written by Gahddess_Worship
(Osomajestuoso)
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Thank You , Gahddess Worship !
I am most pleased to see you in this competition ;
Your first line in this poem , I must admit , brought
joy for it's rhyme and playfulness , yet deeper implications !
Nice lead in...;)
Thank you for that , especially
I am most pleased to see you in this competition ;
Your first line in this poem , I must admit , brought
joy for it's rhyme and playfulness , yet deeper implications !
Nice lead in...;)
Thank you for that , especially
Pit Of Cherry
Where
would I be
without you
my sweets an
infusion of warmth
the blush upon my cheeks
Bold
brave
beautiful
the vibrancy of me
Scarlet
feathers
tips of pearl
we are flying high
these outer skies soaring
deep the forrested valley's beneath
Clipping
clouds and
dodging rainbows
laughing as cupid aims his bow
A
beam
of sunlight
always peeking
out from my shadow
No
longer
of the lost
my wee bitty bit
we've been found
you and I forever bound
Written by SURVIVOR
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Wading With A Life Perserver
Now I'm lost in the chances that we're always taken
Over indulgent necessaries that won't seem to die
Synthesized caviar and shadow shifting accomplices
A plebeian degenerate embracing the only path to ambivalence
Eyes bursting at the boundary of a restrictive zero
Pendulum locked into the highest end of the spectrum
Stained skin so troubled by the caress of artificial arousal
The loud music tubes pouring meaning and sensation into my carousel cognition
The obnoxious smoke stack exhausting it's reassuring push
Every imperfect taste of reality melding itself into an indescribable glowing pallet of intrigue
Each step growing faster than the distance behind me
A connoisseur of sin trekking through the confusion that is our temperamental self
Dragging a coffin filled with my dead baggage anxieties
Suffocating the viral sterility that clings to each dissatisfied blink
Until I find myself stuck in that white wall cage again
Over indulgent necessaries that won't seem to die
Synthesized caviar and shadow shifting accomplices
A plebeian degenerate embracing the only path to ambivalence
Eyes bursting at the boundary of a restrictive zero
Pendulum locked into the highest end of the spectrum
Stained skin so troubled by the caress of artificial arousal
The loud music tubes pouring meaning and sensation into my carousel cognition
The obnoxious smoke stack exhausting it's reassuring push
Every imperfect taste of reality melding itself into an indescribable glowing pallet of intrigue
Each step growing faster than the distance behind me
A connoisseur of sin trekking through the confusion that is our temperamental self
Dragging a coffin filled with my dead baggage anxieties
Suffocating the viral sterility that clings to each dissatisfied blink
Until I find myself stuck in that white wall cage again
Written by ElrondSirfalas
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