Poetry competition CLOSED 17th June 2019 12:07pm
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snugglebuck
Dangerous Mind
United States 77awards
Joined 3rd Feb 2014
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Incredible Me

Incredible admirable intellectual me
Read my incomprehensible poetry

A narcissistic masturbation creation
My poems beg analysis and interpretation

Product of my superior intellectual brain
'Guess what I'm thinking,' is my game

Never mind that my harangue
Is depressing, boring and bland

You Philistines are so lucky to read
Something from someone as special as me
Written by snugglebuck
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MadameLavender
Guardian of Shadows
United States 86awards
Joined 17th Feb 2013
Forum Posts: 5594

Anonymous said:<< post removed >>

Lol—yes

cabcool
Guardian of Shadows
Jamaica 12awards
Joined 27th Feb 2014
Forum Posts: 740

Anonymous said:<< post removed >>

Ha!  I was thinking Bronson must be her feline companion.

cab

Anarchitect
Twisted Dreamer
United States 1awards
Joined 21st Apr 2015
Forum Posts: 105

[2019] Sir Nigel Buttwipe

  
 
In the spirit of  
no holds barred  
nor holding back  
let me give it to you  
truthfully hard
straight up the pipe    
   
You're a hack  
   
And not my type:  
   
pretentiously asshole'd  
forking out the cash  
sold on your own hype  
suffering diaper rash  
   
Take another swipe  
at my literary cache  
if you must insist  
If you dare  
   
I really don't care  
   
Sometimes it's just fun  
listening to a Narcissist  
talk out his derriere  
 
Written by Anarchitect
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JusTim_
Tyrant of Words
United States 26awards
Joined 22nd Jan 2017
Forum Posts: 171

Friday

It's Friday and that fucker is doing it again    
flirting with my Chi  
my morning solace    
    
I've a mind to kill him today    
with his fake ass smile    
and his black socks    
pulled up to his knees    
   
poet please    
   
do you even know the difference    
between form and abjectation?    
Queen Anne's and hemlock?    
   
the poison's in the blood    
you, just wallow in the mud    
   
you sling, as you think they sing    
no songs to be heard here    
no bird will catch your worm    
   
it wiggles towards the warm    
and shrivels inside your hest    
   
go on and beat you chest    
your shit is less than best
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wallyroo92
Tyrant of Words
United States 147awards
Joined 11th July 2012
Forum Posts: 1757

My Pen is Mightier

My pen is mightier than any sword or rod,  
It spits so much fire you’ll be like “Oh my gawd!”  
Because come hell or high water it’s a slaughter,  
My wand is more magical than Harry Potter's!  

My pen is cocked and loaded maybe encoded,  
From tip to cap to stick and shaft and barrel,  
Thus depending on the size of the ball’s point,  
You best believe the ink will feel a little feral.  
 
Don’t worry, the trick is in not seeing the prick,  
Like sick slick limerick licks that please and tickle,  
It will hit hard like bricks, it's thick like Webster’s dic-  
-tionary  
You’ll definitely find yourself in a stiff pickle.  
 
So whether you spit them out or swallow the words,  
There is nothing mightier or smarter than this,  
Implied rhymes and lines are like flipping the bird,  
Because that's how I describe how hard my pen is.
Written by wallyroo92
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AspergerPoet56
Tyrant of Words
Scotland 30awards
Joined 4th Dec 2018
Forum Posts: 1853

You Pompous Ass

Your sarcastic critique
Talking about peasants
Writing above their talent
Rolling of superior eyes
Scoffing outlandishly

Thinking your amongst the elite
Living in the past just a pompous ass
Your perceived finesse
This is the future of the written word
Poetry for the masses

In fact you are a racist a nazi
In the purest sense
Trying to weed out
What is seen as inferior
With scathing words

A sad human being
Holding on to a class system
That should have died
You can’t push back the tide
We are the new ocean of words


Written by AspergerPoet56
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poet Anonymous

AltairEndian
Thought Provoker
Joined 4th Mar 2019
Forum Posts: 3

The sword of hearts

If this is passive, very well, I'll go on the offensive
No girls breaking hearts here, promise
I'm not putting nothing straight anywhere
But I implore you, parasite, hear
The lecture has begun, sit down and shut up

I buy my metaphors
At the well of the muse herself
And unlike yours
Mine do not rot on a dry, untouched shelf
For my heart beats out a song that moves her
My metaphors are her gift for my song, that's how I get them, Sir

What have you ever done but haunted others?
So pompously, I laugh, cause yours is not one word
Spoken of admiration or of love

All you do is being a messenger of our time
A herald of presumption, who worships at the shrine
Of making others insecure, portraying them as weak
You've chosen the wrong prey this time
As this poet's not timid or open for your message
Full of insecurity, your message speaks of a heart
Who's small, who's outlook on all life is bleak

Pentameter, hexameter, damn the meter!
It's the words that matter
You soulless technician
You architect of what you know will please

The real fraud here is you

Listen
This is not for gentlemen or gentlewomen
This is for the ones who dare to give a piece of them
To the world, to rouse, to move and to inspire

What do you "gentlemen", wait no, I'd rather call you snobs
even know of true passion and desire?

I am a poet, no one takes that from me
Not you and your sad, small, little words
I have nothing but pity for your shallowness
You've never known the source of all my rhymes
You've never known the source of all my song

For mine's a blade that's forged in deepest darkness
Mine is a sword that was hardened by the brightest sun
And every single one
Of those who ever loved to read what I have written
Forges this blade

The ones you move are where all beauty begins
And they are all that matters

They are where it starts
Their love for beauty forges

The sword of hearts
Written by AltairEndian
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javalini
Fire of Insight
United States 15awards
Joined 4th Apr 2019
Forum Posts: 201

It's True, Sir -- My Poetry May Lack Finesse, But...

your so-called poetry is like a two hour long high mass
in Latin
on Christmas eve
when all we wanted was Santa
though in truth the magic was gone
and we were just pretending for our parents' sake
because, i swear to god, we were there when they bought the freakin' toys
so deep down they knew we knew and we knew they knew we knew
there was no Santa
but everybody was pretending
trying to thwart the tick of time
and your poetry is also something like that --
a pretentious stab at authenticity
producing the dust-dry little vessel from which, for your sake,
we pretend to quench our thirst.
Written by javalini
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snugglebuck
Dangerous Mind
United States 77awards
Joined 3rd Feb 2014
Forum Posts: 1873

Thanks highlyfunctional for posting such a fun thought provoking comp.  I loved reading all the entries.  
Congratulations to the winner, Commentonly.

poet Anonymous

Thank you for the competition host in drawing up something highly creative and a bit different, it was a very mixed bag of pieces in this comp and I didn't know if I should enter or not, thank you to the other poets for putting out your pieces, and thankyou for the first place.

poet Anonymous

A well deserved win! Congratulations Commentonly!  :-)

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