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Benzy_420
BenzyTheWriter
Twisted Dreamer
United Kingdom
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Poetry Contest

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!

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snugglebuck
Dangerous Mind
United States
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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
Written by snugglebuck
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runaway-mindtrain
Fire of Insight
United States
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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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Miss_Sub
- Missy -
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom
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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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Miss_Sub
- Missy -
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom
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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.
Written by Miss_Sub (- Missy -)
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theEgoEffect
Barona
Fire of Insight
Colombia
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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.
Written by theEgoEffect (Barona)
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theEgoEffect
Barona
Fire of Insight
Colombia
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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.
Written by theEgoEffect (Barona)
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ReggiePoet
Reggie
Thought Provoker
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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


Written by ReggiePoet (Reggie)
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T_V_Walker
Twisted Dreamer
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T_V_Walker
Twisted Dreamer
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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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ReggiePoet
Reggie
Thought Provoker
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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!


Written by ReggiePoet (Reggie)
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slipalong
Thought Provoker
United Kingdom
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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
Written by slipalong
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ReggiePoet
Reggie
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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!



Written by ReggiePoet (Reggie)
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