Poetry competition CLOSED 1st August 2019 8:52am
WINNER
SatInUGal (Kumar)
SatInUGal (Kumar)
RUNNERS-UP:
Ely
and BobbyJames
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Silence Vs Verses: Your POV
Poetry Contest Description
Silence Vs Versus ..Take Your Stand ..either the Saintly Silence or the Exuberance of Verses ..or Both or Nil?!
Hello Deep Poets!!
Back to You All, Now in Search of a Standpoint..Silence Vs Verses
To say of the Comp. theme ...
Is it the Supreme Salience of Silence that is the greatest Art or Expression of All..
Or is it the written & rolled out pearls of wordistic artistry , the Verses we Bleed...
Would love to quote one of my ev. favourite:
“I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos. A stillness which characterizes prayer, too, and the eye of the storm. I think that art has something to do with an arrest of attention in the midst of distraction.” ~ Saul Bellow
Whatever be the standpoint, all that is ached for in silence or verses ...is still that beautiful STILLNESS amidst all...
I leave it to you..of how you align yourself either towards one or both or nil?!
But would need a deeply touching brevity ..of no explicit extreme shallow debate ..but a poetic pondering from your depths...
Rules for Submission:
within 99 words
title compulsory
(word count inclusive of title)
any style of poetry (but free verse preferably)
no erotic/ extreme content
ONE entry 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
-a beautiful chaos or a clarity in zooming in to your Standpoint
-imaginative/ abstractive/ metaphorical spin &/or
-that an x-factor poetic feel.
Looking forward to yours, cheerz:)
THE BRISTLECONE FOREST CONTINUES TO BURN INSIDE ME
At 10,000 feet
The world takes your words
Away
Pneumatic action slows
The eyes and ears
Appear to expand
It occurs to you
To drown in silence
Both heavy and light
The world takes your words
Away
Pneumatic action slows
The eyes and ears
Appear to expand
It occurs to you
To drown in silence
Both heavy and light
Written by SatInUGal
(Kumar)
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A Louder Silence - for the “silence verses verses comp”
There are times when silence
Can really equate to violence
When in your heart you know
You should speak up
Stand against injustice
Support the downtrodden
Why inside of your mind
Do you recite silent verses?
That you know to be right
With lips sealed so tight
Write verses of power
Break your silence declaring
Silence can be a good thing
But not when it leads to hurting others
Choose your battles wisely
Using silence and verses
When appropriate
Can really equate to violence
When in your heart you know
You should speak up
Stand against injustice
Support the downtrodden
Why inside of your mind
Do you recite silent verses?
That you know to be right
With lips sealed so tight
Write verses of power
Break your silence declaring
Silence can be a good thing
But not when it leads to hurting others
Choose your battles wisely
Using silence and verses
When appropriate
Written by David_Macleod
(14397816)
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D.A.M.N
D.A.M.N
Doubt drearily descends, distorting damned dreamers disillusioned dimensions.
Damned damsels dangle devilish deeds, defiantly distorting decencies dependability.
Decades drift, decomposing daily, doubt decays decency despite damnedest devotion.
Arche angels ascend altruistic atrocities aiming armoured arrows angrily at antisocial aristocrats.
Armageddon’s arrived, allowing amnesties absence.
Armies arduously amass armaments, anticipate absolute annihilation.
Murderous maniacs mutilate mankind’s morals, making morbid memories.
Masochistic masterminds meticulously masquerade mass misery.
Men’s motions mimic mishandled marionettes, mindless morons mesmerized, mass manipulated mourning menaces.
Narcissistic nemesis’s near, negating normal narration.
Nightmarish nationalism nullifies numerous needs.
Never negotiate Nasferatu’s nauseous notions needlessly.
Doubt drearily descends, distorting damned dreamers disillusioned dimensions.
Damned damsels dangle devilish deeds, defiantly distorting decencies dependability.
Decades drift, decomposing daily, doubt decays decency despite damnedest devotion.
Arche angels ascend altruistic atrocities aiming armoured arrows angrily at antisocial aristocrats.
Armageddon’s arrived, allowing amnesties absence.
Armies arduously amass armaments, anticipate absolute annihilation.
Murderous maniacs mutilate mankind’s morals, making morbid memories.
Masochistic masterminds meticulously masquerade mass misery.
Men’s motions mimic mishandled marionettes, mindless morons mesmerized, mass manipulated mourning menaces.
Narcissistic nemesis’s near, negating normal narration.
Nightmarish nationalism nullifies numerous needs.
Never negotiate Nasferatu’s nauseous notions needlessly.
Written by Xia
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Anonymous
A silence, almost sacred.
The caesura, that elegant silence in verse,
is more a punctuation of thoughts just previous
and those anticipated, than it is mere pause.
So many times,
that silence is as important as the words...sometimes even more so.
The caesura, that elegant silence in verse,
is more a punctuation of thoughts just previous
and those anticipated, than it is mere pause.
So many times,
that silence is as important as the words...sometimes even more so.
eTeRnAl
if this is the mother land in crudest late discovery
read, bleed and plead in her asylum quickly now
for from the flying free ashes you arise anew again
birthing out of scriptless realisational dream forms
feel (in), the very above
before spirits stare blank from familiarities in use
tad tired of nonadept words
and, ignorant of musical beats
read, bleed and plead in her asylum quickly now
for from the flying free ashes you arise anew again
birthing out of scriptless realisational dream forms
feel (in), the very above
before spirits stare blank from familiarities in use
tad tired of nonadept words
and, ignorant of musical beats
Written by summultima
(uma)
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thank you for fantably interpreted depths on silence & verses in great brevities dear Deep Poets who entered here so far- SatinUGal, David_Macleod, Xia , Bobby Edwards. Hope you are all having a check on word limt 99. Keep them coming on more dearzz...Cheerz!
above's a non-entry, an old write of mine
Anonymous
VERSIFICATION
Quietness is coming,
Its certainty is sure.
Old oak tree
Earthed in silence
Seeing omnipotent
Wearing orbital fingerprints
Leaf wrapped seeking solace
Soil lull in re-birthing, broken by
Hail of babies crying.
Alone on shore
Gulls licking waves
Haphazard horizon shows
Tankers falling off world edge.
As turrets turn, above wheels
Everything rides before
Twin boomed elevation
Seemingly, in silent slow motion
Ocean corners turned inside-out.
Dark clouds on roaring verge
Hanging as executioner’s
Smile across harbour lips
Disembowelled,
Turn sky purpling verse
Frame backdrop of new play.
World will end in corps’ing silence
Charred/Burnt remains…..
Final verse.
Quietness is coming,
Its certainty is sure.
Old oak tree
Earthed in silence
Seeing omnipotent
Wearing orbital fingerprints
Leaf wrapped seeking solace
Soil lull in re-birthing, broken by
Hail of babies crying.
Alone on shore
Gulls licking waves
Haphazard horizon shows
Tankers falling off world edge.
As turrets turn, above wheels
Everything rides before
Twin boomed elevation
Seemingly, in silent slow motion
Ocean corners turned inside-out.
Dark clouds on roaring verge
Hanging as executioner’s
Smile across harbour lips
Disembowelled,
Turn sky purpling verse
Frame backdrop of new play.
World will end in corps’ing silence
Charred/Burnt remains…..
Final verse.
silence versus verse
Stillness is... a state of mind,
silence has its place…
verse saves it ...the memory...
for another day.
silence has its place…
verse saves it ...the memory...
for another day.
Written by Ely
(E.A.Rothwell)
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Don't Forget Your Coat!
A watched pot never
chills after-thought
deafened
Silence toils, "What's left..."
this condition ails thirty-two,
and below--
Nothing's separate still,
Ice won't freeze regret.
Foggy...
I can't lose quietly
what I choose to...
No exhaustion tires a mess, and
Stagnant won't stay
awake! I already checked
The flame refuses to inspire...
chills after-thought
deafened
Silence toils, "What's left..."
this condition ails thirty-two,
and below--
Nothing's separate still,
Ice won't freeze regret.
Foggy...
I can't lose quietly
what I choose to...
No exhaustion tires a mess, and
Stagnant won't stay
awake! I already checked
The flame refuses to inspire...
Written by BobbyJames
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Thank you for Fantab Entries Deep Poets- on your Silence and/or Versed standpoints.
Hope to see some more entries pouring in your purely poetics..Cheerz All:)
a gentle bump to this comp., slanting in a silence -a non-entry:
::{of airs & the anthuriums}::
staring agape
in a
mesmerize
plumage
of our unbearably
swimming
lightness
in a collective
bundling bloom
of an erecting
spadix… silence
of bubbling rawness
in flagged prominence
ultrasonically hymns
airy anthem
of our love
-as tuning forks
of sacred vibrance
in Everest-ly
(s)peaking unheard
magnitudes
over the sprawling
umbrellaic base
of contrastingly
blaring
Red-
skirted spathy Earth
Early Hours
There’s a sacred moment between father and son,
When the child cries in the early hours.
Once the newborn is fed and changed
And their eyes meet,
The bond between father and son takes on a new meaning…
I love you because you are an extension of me,
My future
My kin,
A gift,
A new life that completes my happiness.
But the child won’t understand this abstract thought,
It has to be shared with a whisper,
A song,
A kiss on the tiny hand,
And as our eyes meet,
I smile,
Because the silence compliments the bond.
There’s a sacred moment between father and son,
When the child cries in the early hours.
Once the newborn is fed and changed
And their eyes meet,
The bond between father and son takes on a new meaning…
I love you because you are an extension of me,
My future
My kin,
A gift,
A new life that completes my happiness.
But the child won’t understand this abstract thought,
It has to be shared with a whisper,
A song,
A kiss on the tiny hand,
And as our eyes meet,
I smile,
Because the silence compliments the bond.
Thank you All Deep Poets who entered! Though few responses, everyone's a winner in soulful eyes of mine..grateful to your each n every worded verse n breathed golden silence now & forever dear adored ones. Special Thanks to Trouble_Loves_ Me for the support n a peaking non-entry! Until next time we merge in similar magical spacetimes...keep writing your heaet n soul out dearz, cheerz ever:)
