Poetry competition CLOSED 26th February 2019 10:56am
WINNER
Layla
Layla
RUNNERS-UP:
LobodeSanPedro
and Nephele
A Poet's Insomnia: Micropoetry Comp.
Poetry Contest Description
(not as medical jargon or symptom) Insomnia & the poets..how it digs & grips in & as verses..falling from you, a poet whoz never new to these greys:(
hosting comp after long & love micropoems or simply short poems.
so expecting you all old & new du poets to be nice to me, thanks
saying of the comp, gotten inspired by a recent du read relating to title.
would love to see what & how you Deep Poets dig on insomnia..some rules:
within 40 words
title compulsory
(word count inclusive of title)
any style of poetry ( but free verse is good, as i like it:)
no extreme content preferably
max. two entries per poet
(feel free to dm for any more details, & dunn discuss/ comment in the thread plz. silent thread alert*)
Winner(s) to be based on:
-the overall felt depths &/or
-imaginative/ abstractive/ metaphorical spin &/or
-that an x-factor poetic feel.
Looking forward to yours, cheerz:)
so expecting you all old & new du poets to be nice to me, thanks
saying of the comp, gotten inspired by a recent du read relating to title.
would love to see what & how you Deep Poets dig on insomnia..some rules:
within 40 words
title compulsory
(word count inclusive of title)
any style of poetry ( but free verse is good, as i like it:)
no extreme content preferably
max. two entries per poet
(feel free to dm for any more details, & dunn discuss/ comment in the thread plz. silent thread alert*)
Winner(s) to be based on:
-the overall felt depths &/or
-imaginative/ abstractive/ metaphorical spin &/or
-that an x-factor poetic feel.
Looking forward to yours, cheerz:)
Insomnia: Dying to Write
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The muse will never let me sleep,
Not even get a bite to eat.
Because the bug runs through my veins,
To write in verse both night and day
Until the Lord my soul to keep.
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The muse will never let me sleep,
Not even get a bite to eat.
Because the bug runs through my veins,
To write in verse both night and day
Until the Lord my soul to keep.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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30 Naps
Daily physical needs a fix
coerces a maximum nap
30 minutes or 30 times six.
Next rebirth I want to be a
Giraffe because they get to
take the shortest naps!
Written by Tallen
(earth_empath)
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writer essentials
dark chocolate, cranberry
toothpaste
you text to meet up
dark chocolate, cranberry- decline
with teethy
emoji for no hard feelings
swish in my mouth
the years ago
next to the buckthorn bristled path
can’t sleep can’t brush yet
toothpaste
you text to meet up
dark chocolate, cranberry- decline
with teethy
emoji for no hard feelings
swish in my mouth
the years ago
next to the buckthorn bristled path
can’t sleep can’t brush yet
Written by yelluw_always
(Haley Quaquaversal)
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Alexandria
They say,
once, the greatest poet ever,
searching endlessly in Alexandria
- four nights and days -
for the sublime word about a pair of eyes
tickling his memory,
came up with μαβί...
True story, I made it up!
once, the greatest poet ever,
searching endlessly in Alexandria
- four nights and days -
for the sublime word about a pair of eyes
tickling his memory,
came up with μαβί...
True story, I made it up!
Written by takis1917
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Scorpion...Alacran
You either live in his territory,
or not...
If you do...
you will learn to share...
and if not,
well...
the little dear
has been around here...
since the siluarian period...
over-four-hundred-million-years...
and counting.
or not...
If you do...
you will learn to share...
and if not,
well...
the little dear
has been around here...
since the siluarian period...
over-four-hundred-million-years...
and counting.
Written by Ely
(E.A.Rothwell)
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Insomnia
Sometimes the pain inside my head,
Instructs me I would be better off if I were dead.
The constant apprehension,
Never ceasing for a brief suspension.
There is only so much one mind can construe, before you feel as though you must eschew from thought.
An over clocked brain,
Forced into a constrained state.
One locked in chain.
Forcing the host to articulate words from morbid plot.
Forcing the soul to copulate,
With the inner most demons that ones mind can create.
Slowly turning morbid thoughts,
To self sustaining ghoulish plots.
Instructs me I would be better off if I were dead.
The constant apprehension,
Never ceasing for a brief suspension.
There is only so much one mind can construe, before you feel as though you must eschew from thought.
An over clocked brain,
Forced into a constrained state.
One locked in chain.
Forcing the host to articulate words from morbid plot.
Forcing the soul to copulate,
With the inner most demons that ones mind can create.
Slowly turning morbid thoughts,
To self sustaining ghoulish plots.
Written by Jomamma97
(Frank Statile)
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Get Out
Fleas
on the skin, surface of water,
eating,
behind the eyes,
scratching behind the ears -
burning in folicles.
Particles smells like death.
A torch is shone in a sober face.
All I want
is to say Goodbye,
please.
Fleas
on the skin, surface of water,
eating,
behind the eyes,
scratching behind the ears -
burning in folicles.
Particles smells like death.
A torch is shone in a sober face.
All I want
is to say Goodbye,
please.
Up
Sleep, a distant memory after a wake
Suicide makes sense,
Death; Escape
Solitude is a scrape
On an empty plate
Syllables are sickle cells
In veins full of mace
I close my eyes.
As I see a new day.
Suicide makes sense,
Death; Escape
Solitude is a scrape
On an empty plate
Syllables are sickle cells
In veins full of mace
I close my eyes.
As I see a new day.
Written by BluntHonestMel
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Vaelvi~ Worship
arisen
from subterranean
apoplectic dungeons
plethora of feckless spectre
pummels her fimbriate
palpebrae
embattling warrior
absolves her quadrupled
rudra horns of templed
logjam, her
transcendental
essence overlaps Him
in a dialoguing silence
fo(u)r eyes stare wide
in seamless
fusion
Written by summultima
(uma)
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