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David_Macleod
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David Macleod
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Poetry Contest

Submit the best poem you have written on DU
I am setting this competition in order to support the "PoetCast Project" which sailed its maiden voyage this week. It was awesome and inspiring.    
Go check it it out!

Youtube: https://youtu.be/VWt13f18xqA
Anchor FM: https://anchor.fm/thepoetcastproject
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/episode/3Hfv1OhyGXxYaGb2XwUthw

Once you have listened to it, pick one of your best poems, or the one you are most proud of and submit it, it's that simple. You never know who's watching maybe those guys from the PoetCast Project.

Given the nature of this competition, the trophies will be awarded by public vote

one other rule (No extreme content!)

three weeks
have fun

ThePoetcastProject
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Hey. Thanks for the support with this comp. Just wanted to add as clarification, any entries for use on the podcast need to be audio recorded.

Thanking you.

- The Poetcast Project.

SweetKittyCat5
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Can I Write You A Love Song

Can I write you a love song  
Iíll sing it softy in your ear all night long  
Blow gently without words on my saxophone  
Diamond and Pearls behind the throne  
A beautiful ensemble meant for only you  
As I give credence too  
Take my hand  
Cross this journey with me as I sing about faraway lands  
Past Egypt pyramids shifting Morocco sands  
Lay back my love, allow your mind to silently drift  
Feel the enchantment of my piano keys as it spiritual uplifts  

Iíll sing love songs of old  
A cappella chorus echoed from deep within my enlighten soul  
Iíll sing to you about the blues, societyís injustice, and elements of darken storms  
Keep your heart warm, while playing my French Horn  
Enrapture foretold from this dedicated symphonic poem  
A music sheet of percussion, woodwind, brass, keyboard, and strings  
Harmony carrying the mind away as the joy of coming spring  
Iíll hum your favorite beats, can you feel the crescendo now  
Fiddle from the heart by the sweat of oneís brow  

Submerge your cerebral cortex, lose yourself in the sultry tunes  
Harp sounds bathe of light kissed from the illuminating moon  
Destiny overcasts in the lyrics  
Fate floating stratospheric  
Karma of others handled in the eyes of satiric  
Opera, I give you so grand in its grace  
French Creole dialect murmured among silk and lace  
Sounds of my flute resonant to face  
Allowing my Cello sounds to thoroughly embrace  

Can I write you a love song  
My poetic whispers within the melodies as the ballads of us plays on
Body and soul serenading soprano to keep you standing strong  
My guitar stringing your philosophies along  
An equal equation, one plus one equals two  
Emotions, feelings, sentiments, its tenor expressed only for you  
No compass to my heart, my seasonal love found in hidden melodies  
Trombone guiding back and forth breathless as it please  

Orchestra sounds  
Ascending minds, bodies, souls, pass the opening clouds, divine and profound  
The last note sung by me as we gradually come down  
Beautiful music embraced, needs never to make a sound  
Shh, close your eyes  
Meditate on the music for a little while  

Hush sweet baby donít say a word  
My heart softly tweets to a mockingbird  
If that mockingbird donít sing  
Can I write you a love song created only for your being  
As minds are sightseeing  
Hearts fleeing  
Timpani drums guaranteeing  
Entwined of our divine wellbeing †
Emotional freeing  
Crooning of bodies heard as the day is long  
Can I write you a love song
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ExercisingDemons
ExercisingDemons
Thought Provoker
Canada
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Lost Boy

   ††††††††††Lost Boy † † † † †  
† † † † † †
I miss you, more than I tend to admit. † † † † † †
Now I've got lots on my mind † † † † † †
that i need to emit. † † † † † †
So here are some words † † † † † †
that I'd like to submit to the page, † † † † †  
about how we lost you at too young of an age. † † † † † †
I thought you were strong, and you were, † † † † †  
but you hurt a bit more than I gauged. † † † † † †
Now you're ash in a box, † † † † † †
and a name on a grave. † † † † † †
Now you're only captured in thoughts † † † † † †
and photographs. Sometimes I think † † † † †  
this could have been stopped, † † † † †  
you could have been saved. † † † † †  
† † † † † †
But we were deep down the rabbit hole, † † † † † †
dancing with Alice. † † † † † †
We all have to go eventually. † † † † † †
For now, I'm alone in the palace, † † † † †  
just me a throne and a chalice. † † † † † †
Cold, wrapped in a throw, † † † † † †
seeking my balance. † † † † †  
The king, the queen, the guards, † † † † † †
they've all left. † † † † † †
The jokers are gone, no more jests. † † † † † †
The gold's been spent, † † † † † †
I'm mocked by empty chests. † † † † †  
Still I wander here, † † † † † †
even in my dreams while I rest. † † † † † †
I tried to burn it all to see you in the next. † † † † †  
Not that I believe in that, † † † † † †
but for the longest time † † † † † †
I believed that you would be back. † † † † † †
I saved a Guinness for you, † † † † †  
do you miss your cats? † † † † † †
Do you miss morning bike rides, † † † † †  
or afternoon naps? † † † † † †
You missed my birthday, † † † † †  
but I'll forgive you for that. † † † † †  
† † † † †  
Moving on, another chapter to write. † † † † †  
You've got me hoping that † † † † † †
there's an afterlife. If there isn't, † † † † † †
then I guess this is goodnight. † † † † † †
I just hope you feel all right. † † † † †  
† † † † † †
My voice now echoes down † † † † † †
empty halls, beneath blackened skies. † † † † † † † † †  
Do I curse Alice, the rabbit, † † † † †  
the hole, or my mind? † † † †  
Trapped, I study these walls in † † † † † †
effort to memorize the climb. † † † † †  
At times I imagine emerging † † † † †  
covered in sweat and grime, † † † † †  
but after so long submerged, † † † † † †
the rabbit hole's light now burns my eyes. † † † † †  
Lonely, in a dark corner, † † † † †  
I lay cold and blind. † † † † †  
I'm having trouble deciding † † † † †  
on where I want to reside. † † † † †  
In this empty castle† † † † †  
a hollow shell, † † † † †  
or is that the same as to die? † † † † †  
Is it worth the hassle † † † † † †
climbing out of this hell? † † † † †  
It'll be tough, I've tried. † † † † †  
Why can't you just be alive?† † † † † † †  
† † † † † †
I need a release, † † † † †  
I keep dreaming that I'm trapped † † † † †  
beneath the foot of my feats. † † † † †  
I need to blow off some steam, † † † † †  
I need my demons to cease, † † † †  
I need a trigger to squeeze.† † † †  
Cut the leash off some beasts, † † † †
send me a fleet to defeat, † † † † † †
or a dragon in heat †  
to behead for a feast. † † † † † † †  
Hell, while I'm wired † † † † †  
I'll start a fire before bed. † † † † †  
I'll slay a thousand winged beasts † † † † †  
and bathe the entire castle in red, † † † † †  
or gain peace in my defeat, † † † † †  
as my soul slips from it's weary stead. † † † † †  
I wish you were here, † † † † †  
not just in my head. † † † † †  
I miss how we joked, † † † † † †
worked, bonded and bled. † † † † †  
I can't believe that you're dead. † † † † †  
I wish I'd known you were dying, † † † † †  
I'd take back words that I said. † † † † †  
I hope you know that I'm trying. † † † † †  
I wish I'd known you were sick, † † † † †  
while we were drinking and smiling, † † † † †  
out all night below the city lights, † † † † †  
picking fights, and prank dialing. † † † † †  
If you are up there looking down, † † † † †  
I hope that youíre still smiling † † † † †  
and any time you find † † † † † †
a moment to spare, could you † † † † † †
read these lines Ryan, † † † † †  
or would that be too death defying? † † †
† † †  
Moving on, another chapter to write. † † † † †  
You've got me hoping that † † † † † †
there's an afterlife. If there isn't, † † † † † †
then I guess this is goodnight. † † † † † †
I just hope you feel all right. † † † † †  
† † † † † †
You could be childish, † † † † † †
still you taught me to be a man. † † † † † †
You had been violent, yet held † † † † † †
compassion some will now never understand, † † † † †  
damn. How could you leave us like this? † † † † †  
We planted a tree for you, † † † † † †
I hope you see that you're missed. † † † † † †
It was a Linden, your favorite, I had to insist. † † † † † †
I'll admit, for a little bit I was pissed. † † † † † †
You could have talked to me. † † † † † †
Looking back now, I see the hints. † † † † † †
But we were two lost boys, †  
busy burning up the motherland. † † † † †  
Winter storms on the beach, we † † † † † †
treated like wonderland. † † † † † †
With our ski masks on, † † † † † †
we were ready to hike. † † † † † †
The goggles went on † † † † †  
for icy rides on our bikes † † † † † †
and when the gloves went up, † † † † † †
we just might fight. † † † † †  
Like when you crashed your truck † † † † † †
into my car and we both threw strikes, † † † † † †
then laughed it off and got high that night. † † † † †  
We shared Caesars in the morning before † † † † † †
even a bite. Bonfire at noon and by two, † † † † †  
we were feeling all right.† † †
† † † † † †
Life without you is a trip, † † † † † †
I'll try to carry on your essence. † † † † † †
I aim to learn from your mistakes, † † † † †  
and pass along your lessons. † † † † † †
I'm currently pumping the brakes, † † † † † †
to deal with some depression. † † † † † †
It's got me reminiscing † † † † † †
about your kind gestures † † † † †  
and funny expressions. † † † † † †
Arguments and barbecues, late night confessions, † † † † † †
trail walks and comic book sessions. † † † † †  
Real talks, about whatever had us stressing. † † † † †  
In times that I was my worst enemy, † † † † †  
you were a great friend to me, no question, † † † † †  
and I'm sorry if I took you for granted. † † † † †  
† † † † † †
It felt like we were meant to meet † † † † † †
like we both came from another planet. † † † † †  
Now I'm forced to bid you farewell, † † † † †  
of course, not how I planned it. † † † † † †
There are so many stories to tell, † † † † †  
next to your tree that we planted. † † † † †  
Still, I get broken up, † † † † †  
the duo's been disbanded. † † † † † †
I hate that you're gone, † † † † †  
and at times I can't stand it. † † † † † †
I try to move on, but † † † † †  
I'm scared, I've been abandoned. † † † † †  
I try to be strong, † † † † †  
but I feel stranded and † † † † †  
it's got me on a tangent again. † † † † †  
That's why for now, my hand stays † † † † †  
clamped to a pen. † † † † † †
You were a hell of a pal, † † † † †  
you were a champ of a friend. † † † † †  
I miss you buddy, † † † † † †
I'll carry you till the end. † † † † † †
I wish you a peaceful slumber, † † † † † †
wishes are now all I can send, † † † † †  
and when I'm six feet under † † † † †  
I hope we meet again. † † † † † †
But until then, know † † † † † †
that you're remembered † † † † † †
and missed, Until then, † † † † † †
I'll pretend that you're in † † † † † †
heaven in bliss and if there isn't, † † † † † †
then I guess this is goodnight. † † † † † †
I just hope you feel all right. † † † † † †
††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† † For Ryan
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David_Macleod
David_Macleod
David Macleod
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thank you much  SweetKittyCat5 and ExercisingDemons for two really awesome entries :-)))))))

David_Macleod
David_Macleod
David Macleod
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ThePoetcastProject said:Hey. Thanks for the support with this comp. Just wanted to add as clarification, any entries for use on the podcast need to be audio recorded.

Thanking you.

- The Poetcast Project.



thank you for that Info :-))))))))))))))))))

Taurek
Taurek
Dangerous Mind
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600 Ways to Cry

La Crescenta
Chula vista
Where were you
Last Christmas? I was
At the laundromat trying
To figure out my next move
Tarzana
Montclair
Ellenís at the haberdashery
Picking outfits out for Timothy
And Sarahís at the Mondrian
Trying to land a trust fund baby
While I do laundry and wash
The dishes and finally clean
My bathtub, hallelujah!
But Iím just bartering for
More time and being alone to
Think about it only worsens
The permeating dread while you
Left for greener pastures and
Iím left to wonder why


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David_Macleod
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David Macleod
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another great entry, thank you Taurek

David_Macleod
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David Macleod
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Just an update - these two competitions were inspired and in support of the Poetcast Project:

Youtube: https://youtu.be/VWt13f18xqA
Anchor FM: https://anchor.fm/thepoetcastproject
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/episode/3Hfv1OhyGXxYaGb2XwUthw

in assisting the Poetcast Project they are looking for audio recordings especially


inechoingsilence
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More than DNA

Where I come from is no easy question
The answer even more complicated
For I am so much more than my ancestry †
  
I was born in the land of the free †
yet my soul is old, from foreign lands †
I queue, apologize for apologizing, yet †
my bluntness borders on breathtaking †
A cuppa solves all the worldís problems †
So do many shot glasses of ice cold vodka †
†  
I come from generations of stiff-necked people †
Stubborn, willful, unyielding, even unto death †
my race is my religion, I bow before no man †
†  
Poets, painters, scientists, innovators precede me †
So many geniuses struck with the artistís disease †
I was not spared their fate, I just know to live better †
Eccentric, eclectic, experimental, educated, earnest †
are just a few words that describe my inheritance †
So are manic, melancholy, melodious, magnanimous †  
†  
If I perished tomorrow, what would be my legacy? †
A survivor, mother, wife, daughter, sister, friend †
My words, force of will, devotion to absolute truth †
will be remembered of me -I ask for nothing more.
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David_Macleod
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David Macleod
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Wow! Just WOW! - super entry  inechoingsilence :-))))))))))))))))

gothicsurrealism
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
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Psyche of the Dark Poet

Sanity is an unsympathetic creature lurking in our blind spots.
If the dusky rays of Gothic art canít cast out this relentless foe,
Then our gift of imagination and will of expressionism
will ignite its stalking shadow with a vengeance.

Iím proud to be of another psyche.
Without it, would we write
with such metaphorical beauty?
I think not.

In fact,
all these words
would be ordinary.
The hell with ordinary!

I want my head to whirl around without the sense
of what is in front or in back of me.
Can a head spin 360 degrees?
Imagination could.

It can turn this head again and again
until it screws off its spine and lands by my feet.
Even then, Iím not spitting dirt,
Iím chewing what the world has discarded,

Whether it be taboo or the unspeakable,
it belongs to me.
My words, my feelings, my thoughts,
thereís no defined script for imagination.

Latch the hooks into our mouths
with what you think is true
but they will not open for you
or in a way in which youíd perceive.

The distinct silhouette of reality will be within sight,
the metaphor, however;
will have a shadow which blends
into the most potent of light.

Wherever the creature may lie,
its white eyes illuminated in some dark shadow.
Now and again
its claws sting the outer reaches of my body.
Written by gothicsurrealism (Daniel Long)
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David_Macleod
David_Macleod
David Macleod
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another fine entry  gothicsurrealism excellent stuff

LivDiane
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Fire of Insight
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The Tale of Two Beauties

With smoke in the air, wind in the trees,
I almost didnít see the blood on the leaves.
Your pale body spread across a wood, †
Not even knowing where your killer stood. †
  
I started to think, he could still be near, †
I stopped my breathing, thinking he might hear. †
I couldnít save you, for I didnít know, †
That you were going to die in the snow.  
†  
I continued to walk, my breathing slow, †
I had to find the source, I had to know. †
I dropped real close to the frozen ground, †
Hoped he wouldnít see me if he was around. †
†  
I snuck around to a cottage nearly hidden, †
It was out of a fairytale, looking forbidden. †
It was clear that it had been left to wear, †
But I didnít know your killer lurked there. †
†  
I saw the horse first, it was neighing about, †
I stopped short, and then I heard a shout. †
He stepped outside, another girl in tow, †
Hand around her neck, oh, I already know. †
†  
I looked around, knowing what I must do, †
If I donít act now, sheíll be dead too. †
I found a spot I might could hide, †
But I found no weapon before you died. †
†  
I was scrambling about when I heard the thud, †
I saw your body, already covered in blood. †
I knew not what would unfold if I were found, †
I tried desperately not to make a sound. †
†  
Two beauties were dead, in the mud and snow, †
Iíd seen this action, and still I hid low. †
The cottage was empty, that I could tell, †
But so was my heart, when your body fell. †
†  
I dared not show myself, or I would die too, †
I left you there, as you both turned blue. †
I barely made out of there, and not with my wits, †
But this will be a tragedy that I will not forget.
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David_Macleod
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David Macleod
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thank you for such an awesome entry LivDiane :-)))))

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