Poetry Competition Ends 20th February 2019 6:03pm
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Unique Layers
Poetry Contest Description
Write an abstract poem with a hidden meaning and at least two unique metaphors, similes or ideas
Any subject. Any style. No longer than 20 lines.
Be as creative and inspired as your heart so desires.
Rhymes preferred but not required.
Good luck!
Be as creative and inspired as your heart so desires.
Rhymes preferred but not required.
Good luck!
Collusion Confusion
I tire of accusations
Of Trump and collusion
Let's not be Russian
To unfounded conclusions
Not to be Stalin
But best be Putin
Our judgements off till
Mueller's investigation
Has proved that urine
Is communist baptism
Of Trump and collusion
Let's not be Russian
To unfounded conclusions
Not to be Stalin
But best be Putin
Our judgements off till
Mueller's investigation
Has proved that urine
Is communist baptism
Written by snugglebuck
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Cognitive dissonant mantra
This mind famine comes to those who have eaten well
As a simultaneously talkative and secretive mental cell,
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Safe as milk in their glassless bottle of twisting schemes
Now made as an icon in the world of unfulfilled dreams,
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Wildly unconventional life not seen as politically correct
Having a single voice in your song against their concept,
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Group "think" per the demand of the thought enslavers
Individual revelation is given pills to stop "bad" behavior,
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A sideways slogan posted on the propaganda billboard
Deconstructionist sign played into the common chords,
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Emotional mutilations sold as their cure for the "blues"
While the psychic vampires drain lost souls they abuse,
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Don't fall from the high pedestal atop your mind ladder
As they sling low thoughts pretending it doesn't matter.
Written by runaway-mindtrain
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Birds Of Prey
No doubt, the perch of sorrow grows
over the trees, the humble rose,
black eyes of salve, they do not see
beyond the veil of devilry
a drone in prayer with rosary throat
over the sea and castle moat,
the tails of mice nailed to the sky
chalked above their fate, their lie
and oh, the breath will not succumb
to sentry watch both deaf and dumb,
and all our freedom we do sever
to kneel before the guilt of feather.
Written by Miss_Sub
(- Missy -)
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A pigeon’s guide to vows
it’s not
that I envy
their plumage
but they know
the strange
burden of rings
as they shuffle
awkwardly
around suburbia
never
speaking
of dirt.
that I envy
their plumage
but they know
the strange
burden of rings
as they shuffle
awkwardly
around suburbia
never
speaking
of dirt.
Written by Miss_Sub
(- Missy -)
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our lives are strangely our own
no, we can't trade places,
there's no where you can run or hide;
our lives are strangely ours to own,
so it doesn't matter where we go,
we're stuck on this side.
perceptions ours to change or keep;
we look down at our hands,
what a vivid experience this is,
i often wonder if this is a dream,
maybe we're one eternal being
deep asleep, holding on dearly
to a reality that never had to be,
yet will always
be our own.
there's no where you can run or hide;
our lives are strangely ours to own,
so it doesn't matter where we go,
we're stuck on this side.
perceptions ours to change or keep;
we look down at our hands,
what a vivid experience this is,
i often wonder if this is a dream,
maybe we're one eternal being
deep asleep, holding on dearly
to a reality that never had to be,
yet will always
be our own.
Written by theEgoEffect
(Barona)
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The way out is in.
Heading home
at last after a long,
long battle.
The war was lost
and along the way
so was I.
Hard to find any
one to blame but
myself.
I wonder did anyone
even win? The ones left
behind hurt.
While I head way in
inside the place that
brought me here.
At least now I'm free
and soon they will be too,
but unfortunately
The only real way out
is in.
at last after a long,
long battle.
The war was lost
and along the way
so was I.
Hard to find any
one to blame but
myself.
I wonder did anyone
even win? The ones left
behind hurt.
While I head way in
inside the place that
brought me here.
At least now I'm free
and soon they will be too,
but unfortunately
The only real way out
is in.
Written by theEgoEffect
(Barona)
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Sacred Cow
Of course, like all, I wish to heal
My mind, from all the wounds
Imparted by the world’s raw deal
But remedies elude
Since the apple, suffering
pervades our universe
We humans keep on bustling
In spite of Heaven’s Curse!
The “Fix” was offered long ago,
For all, not just those “In”
It’s not what, but who you know
Eternity’s linchpin
Even though I know it’s true
(Although, I don’t know how)
My debt continues to accrue
It’s my sacred cow
My mind, from all the wounds
Imparted by the world’s raw deal
But remedies elude
Since the apple, suffering
pervades our universe
We humans keep on bustling
In spite of Heaven’s Curse!
The “Fix” was offered long ago,
For all, not just those “In”
It’s not what, but who you know
Eternity’s linchpin
Even though I know it’s true
(Although, I don’t know how)
My debt continues to accrue
It’s my sacred cow
Written by ReggiePoet
(Reggie)
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The Coffin Room flat
Sales pitch 1#
I designed the Coffin to give young people somewhere to live in the city. It's the size of a coffin, you lay inside and clip your smart phone into the roof. The tenant waits inside until it's time for work. When it's time for work the coffin deodorizes the tenant and off they go. A few tubes connect to the genitals to dispose of waste. Below the coffin there is enough storage space for at least two outfits, one for work one for the brief periods not at work, I think it was called leisure or something? what ever it was the coffin speakers are brilliant there really is no need to leave it. If you should die inside the coffin it lifts up and it's down the shoot you go. Who's got time for a funeral anymore?
The coffin flat will revolutionize the city, no longer will young people have to live with their families or chance it on the street.
If only there was some way to charge their smart phones from the power of the human heart, they could dramatically decrease the electricity bill.
Written by T_V_Walker
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Night's Illusion
a quatern
The night’s illusion, pain thereof;
My suffering is not for sale!
Why is your sense of courtly love
to torture me beyond the pale?
My protest, neutered, by your pride
The night’s illusion, pain thereof;
My tongue, the stallion that you ride
To mock the semblance of true love!
In life, your gentle heart behooves
But in my dreams, you dominate
The night’s illusion, pain thereof;
My flesh is roasting on your grate.
My masculinity, subdued,
In dreamscape proffered, just because
Your warmth of love, compares not to
The night’s illusion, pain thereof!
The night’s illusion, pain thereof;
My suffering is not for sale!
Why is your sense of courtly love
to torture me beyond the pale?
My protest, neutered, by your pride
The night’s illusion, pain thereof;
My tongue, the stallion that you ride
To mock the semblance of true love!
In life, your gentle heart behooves
But in my dreams, you dominate
The night’s illusion, pain thereof;
My flesh is roasting on your grate.
My masculinity, subdued,
In dreamscape proffered, just because
Your warmth of love, compares not to
The night’s illusion, pain thereof!
Written by ReggiePoet
(Reggie)
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Lip Gloss
Can I be the balm
to keep the chalf away
to be applied in these cold climes
for healing and the sore delay
the gloss to massage. prevent split
and feel the pout
and protect those precious lips
every time that you go out
To refresh with constant love
concave and convex the outline limits drawn
to ward away the wrath of winter storms
the alchemy my pencil to adorn
to keep the chalf away
to be applied in these cold climes
for healing and the sore delay
the gloss to massage. prevent split
and feel the pout
and protect those precious lips
every time that you go out
To refresh with constant love
concave and convex the outline limits drawn
to ward away the wrath of winter storms
the alchemy my pencil to adorn
Written by slipalong
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Blue Lotus
Hide away, my psyche
Don’t risk getting feisty
The World won’t understand
Your voice, most likely banned
Wrap it in some verse
Ambiguous or terse
Authority won’t notice
Not unlike Blue Lotus
If you dare to strike a nerve
The nation-state will self-preserve
Except for those who they dismiss
Already on the crazy list
Poetry, Deep Underground
Is, in a word: Profound
The evil Governmental sluts
Already think that we are nuts!
Don’t risk getting feisty
The World won’t understand
Your voice, most likely banned
Wrap it in some verse
Ambiguous or terse
Authority won’t notice
Not unlike Blue Lotus
If you dare to strike a nerve
The nation-state will self-preserve
Except for those who they dismiss
Already on the crazy list
Poetry, Deep Underground
Is, in a word: Profound
The evil Governmental sluts
Already think that we are nuts!
Written by ReggiePoet
(Reggie)
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