Poetry competition CLOSED 20th February 2019 6:03pm
WINNER
ReggiePoet (Reggie)
ReggiePoet (Reggie)
RUNNER-UP:
snugglebuck
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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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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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 powers who rule over us
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 powers who rule over us
Already think that we are nuts!
Written by ReggiePoet
(Reggie)
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US
A crown of thorns,
Adorned with rotten rubies
A linen stained,
With strain and imperfection
Wood, sat on so often.
Souls are numb to the splinter
Fire, feared so long
I have grown numb to its ember
Love, saturated by superficial waters
Chains, broken—yet stronger.
Hero’s temples make love to revolvers
Resistance; a figment, ripe for slaughter
One nation,
Under a God with dripping fangs
One Flag,
Drowning out all of the foreign bangs.
One goal,
To sip from bubbling spring
With bellies that poke,
And reflections that sting.
Adorned with rotten rubies
A linen stained,
With strain and imperfection
Wood, sat on so often.
Souls are numb to the splinter
Fire, feared so long
I have grown numb to its ember
Love, saturated by superficial waters
Chains, broken—yet stronger.
Hero’s temples make love to revolvers
Resistance; a figment, ripe for slaughter
One nation,
Under a God with dripping fangs
One Flag,
Drowning out all of the foreign bangs.
One goal,
To sip from bubbling spring
With bellies that poke,
And reflections that sting.
Written by BluntHonestMel
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h o p e
r i v e r s
flow
t h r o u g h
hills
fall
o
n
r
o
c
k
s
to
se(e)a
...a hope
Written by dejure
(vick)
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