Poetry competition CLOSED 16th March 2019 8:25pm
WINNER
Anonymous
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Nerds and Dorks and Geeks, oh my!
Poetry Contest Description
Embrace your inner outcast
Write about-
anything that you gush profusely to the detriment of converstations
anything awkwardness you cringe at but you do it anyway
anything that you just simply love and cannot let go of
anything so niche you rejoice finding another who shares the same
anything that sends your insides into a squee if subject is brought up
No word limits since you should be allowed to gush
2 entries allowed if you collab with another (1 yours, 1 with partner)
New writes preferred
May the Write be with you-
Co-hosted by yelluw_always and Tardegrade
A Suicide's moment of Clarity
The darkest hour before the dawn
when spectres, ghosts, spirits and ghouls
walk the grey thin line, moaning
Eyes can see from deepest self
within the sense the third eye
perceive all things, light or darkness
Eyes gazing longingly, lights up high
Hoping for escape from such agony
tortured mind heart body and soul
Drink to invigorate, enjoy the taste
Savour each sip, like butterfly kisses
Love the warmth, like lover's embrace.
when spectres, ghosts, spirits and ghouls
walk the grey thin line, moaning
Eyes can see from deepest self
within the sense the third eye
perceive all things, light or darkness
Eyes gazing longingly, lights up high
Hoping for escape from such agony
tortured mind heart body and soul
Drink to invigorate, enjoy the taste
Savour each sip, like butterfly kisses
Love the warmth, like lover's embrace.
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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A Bout of Melancholy
There is a vague timeline
In this earthly transition
looking at the ticking clock
counting the seconds
Am I that afraid of the darkness
Of an unknown beyond
Well, nothing promised nothing gained
I look into the mirror
Where beauty once resided
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
they say but no, not this decline
forever is just a word
Nobody have returned and told
where forever resides
So do I wait for death
Or expect the unexpected
Things happen for a reason
So they say…
but not aging pain and demise
or is it?
I refuse to seep in melancholy
So let me think positively
A good beginning
makes a good ending
may not apply to me
the beginning was terrible
the same ending…
o help me Lord!
Better to have loved and lost,
than never to have loved at all
that’s positive
lost my love to lost love
His not mine
She returned…..
Positive indeed.
I give up
Tick Tock
I’m counting
Definitely not sheep.
In this earthly transition
looking at the ticking clock
counting the seconds
Am I that afraid of the darkness
Of an unknown beyond
Well, nothing promised nothing gained
I look into the mirror
Where beauty once resided
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
they say but no, not this decline
forever is just a word
Nobody have returned and told
where forever resides
So do I wait for death
Or expect the unexpected
Things happen for a reason
So they say…
but not aging pain and demise
or is it?
I refuse to seep in melancholy
So let me think positively
A good beginning
makes a good ending
may not apply to me
the beginning was terrible
the same ending…
o help me Lord!
Better to have loved and lost,
than never to have loved at all
that’s positive
lost my love to lost love
His not mine
She returned…..
Positive indeed.
I give up
Tick Tock
I’m counting
Definitely not sheep.
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Celfone
Hagrid or Gandalf for yet-met friends
Weekend gathering more prose than con
Each member flowers or blooms
Casting off stubborn shells to become
Themselves
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Submerged in the ideas that shape
Everything
Where Plank is a ruler of
Minute spans and tetrahedral
Where lightspeed ideas
Conceive the lattice framework
Where Einstein and Hiesenburg
Tinker with the building blocks of
Imagination, light, and spacetime
Illumination
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All those wonderful creative worlds
Yet to be, yet imagined
Trekkers of Stars beaming
To the Unexplored
Smugglers in cargo ships aiding rebellion
As Wars stretch to Stars
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So many nooks and crannies in the landscape
Of imagining
It's my lifetime duty
A career that I love
And an addiction I endure
Feeding hungry neurons
And watching them flare like supernovae
Not for competition
Written by Tardegrade
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Nothing but jive
In time, will life backslap your egotistic feelings?
Trying to sit up straight in such curved dealings
So fools, when did you last take a deep breath?
Rewording history to speak your shallow mess,
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Back to the lying room to converse with thyself,
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No clue of the past so no clue of what's to come
I said I believe you but do you believe you, son?
Keeping this circular logic sword under the belt
Are you trying hard to convince me or yourself?
Written by runaway-mindtrain
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Band Nerds of World, Unite!
I’m a music nerd if you haven’t heard,
There are herds of us all across the land,
We raised school spirit so spread the word,
We were the kids who were in marching band.
We understand each other’s struggles,
We know the work, blood, sweat and tears,
The years and countless hours of practice,
The parades, the applause and cheers.
This is for those who ever picked up a drum,
A trumpet, a flute, a flag, a rifle or any prop,
For those who were out in the field sighing,
When the director said “again from the top.”
And if you marched drum corps you’re hardcore,
You made the big leagues, you get mad respect,
Traveling around the country doing shows,
Aspiring young kids to one day be the few select.
If you ever donned a costume or a uniform,
And performed your heart out in competition,
We all share the emotion of pride and success,
Regardless of whatever place, score or position.
So all us band kids, nerds, dorks and geeks,
We have one thing that’s in common actually,
We appreciate the friendships and camaraderie,
Because marching band was like a second family.
I’m a music nerd if you haven’t heard,
There are herds of us all across the land,
We raised school spirit so spread the word,
We were the kids who were in marching band.
We understand each other’s struggles,
We know the work, blood, sweat and tears,
The years and countless hours of practice,
The parades, the applause and cheers.
This is for those who ever picked up a drum,
A trumpet, a flute, a flag, a rifle or any prop,
For those who were out in the field sighing,
When the director said “again from the top.”
And if you marched drum corps you’re hardcore,
You made the big leagues, you get mad respect,
Traveling around the country doing shows,
Aspiring young kids to one day be the few select.
If you ever donned a costume or a uniform,
And performed your heart out in competition,
We all share the emotion of pride and success,
Regardless of whatever place, score or position.
So all us band kids, nerds, dorks and geeks,
We have one thing that’s in common actually,
We appreciate the friendships and camaraderie,
Because marching band was like a second family.
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