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Poetry Contest

Have you written a poem that you feel is your best? Perhaps the piece that says most about you?
“Brevity is the soul of wit”; so…  Apologies for inconveniences I inadvertently caused entrants. My gratitude to the “ghost judge” for guidance, patience, time & consideration.  Thanks to all for entering; …the top 3 entries were exceptional, but every piece had merit.

1st Place: David_ Macleod  for “Love Actually Love”         
2rd Place:  Crimsin for “Her”
3rd Place:  Heaven_sent_Kathy for “Girlfriends”                      



Umm
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 6th Dec 2015
Forum Posts: 2392

No..

If I was a sunflower      
And you were the sun        
I'd refuse to bloom  
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imogeequeen
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 7th Apr 2019
Forum Posts: 16

Roz_EZ and Raz_ORS

The scars on my breasts    
Will never heal      
They are too deep      
Physical mastectomy scars      
Affecting my womanhood      
Don't look good      
In a swimsuit      
Roses and razors      
My gift to the world      
I don't do nakedness      
Only in the dark      
      
Deeper still the psychological      
The coldness of being      
Need heart defibrillation       
Paddles from a canoe      
Cause bruised ribs      
Black and blue face      
The swelling is telling      
My life a microcosm      
Roses and razors      
My ex-boyfriend      
Was really an animal      
     
Held down repeatedly      
By his master's voice      
Forced romanticism      
Roses and razors      
A kiss with a fist      
Sex,sex,sex, and      
Don't forget the violence      
How can I?      
He said I should      
Get a job in Hooters      
The heart shatters      
     
Need open heart surgery      
Roll away the stone      
Heart transplant      
To change this      
This Ice Queen Bitch      
Into Martha Stewart      
Before the scars on my      
Chest and heart      
Are overtaken by      
The self-inflicted scars      
I cut into my arms      
Razors and roses    
   
   
#AgnesTörök    
   
Inspiration "This Little Fight Of Mine"
Written by imogeequeen
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buddydog
Thought Provoker
United States 6awards
Joined 5th May 2015
Forum Posts: 93

Empty Pen (Poem)

You're the poem
I'm the rhyme
Divided by space and time
Just an empty pen
No words within

Words all in disarray
Surrounded by paper and daydreams
Scattered by silent screams
I can't let go of this empty pen
That will never comprehend

I'm blind, I need a sign
Blank pages that hypnotize
My desire and passion are in disguise
I'm so outta touch
Can you feel me, when It hurts this much

To overcome the rage of an abandoned page
I can't let go of the feelings I can't show
To find the words to let you know
I need more than three words to say
I love you is such a cliche'
Written by buddydog
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inechoingsilence
Thought Provoker
United States 4awards
Joined 17th Apr 2019
Forum Posts: 327

Silent Madness

Deception
 
Looks can be devious  
I look strong, balanced, calm  
supposedly impervious  
Silence and Madness laugh  
hysterical at your naivete
 
Truth
 
Silence sighs, cries  
never lies, never dies  
Madness supposedly sets you free  
That never happened for me  
 
Reality
 
Completely unwelcome  
I cannot send the shadows away  
To banish Silence and Madness  
I must exile myself  
 
  Submission
 
It took a while to accept  
the frequent visitations  
Silent mania suffocating  
voiceless misery shrieking  
 
Inevitable
 
Silence dances with Madness  
I’m not them, shadowed fiends  
Yet the muted delusion is me
Written by inechoingsilence
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poet Anonymous

Related submission no longer exists.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/276546-objets-de-curiosit/

objets de curiosité

1
I've always thought it tethering
the things we collect in a lifetime
how we choke on dusty trinkets,
albums holding memories
we never intend to keep

and that's the impersonal irony
of living a life through objects
in which we take only photographs
and leave only footprints
in binders with no place to go

2
my mother always says
that cleanliness echoes godliness,
and maybe I watch her clean
that kitchen floor to within an inch
of its sterile, threadbare life
or the way she blocks the taps
to stop the creatures climbing in

      take only photographs,
                leave only footprints


3
my Father holds so many pages
he is the last great museum

4
I scoured the leaflet in my medication
for a side effect regarding photographs

5
when I met you, I learned
the value of silence

everything in my head
just disappeared

6
I forget to tell you how beautiful
I always thought you were
and I knew
the very first time we met
I'd spend the rest of my life
making room for you to stay

7
when I lost you,
I started taking
photographs;
a tangled warren
blocked with pictures
of locks and oven doors

8
I can't
even

9
your tears reminded me
of a long lost poem
in which the hero dies

and fuck you,
fuck you again

again

until I realise
how to love
myself

10
you ripped
my fucking world
apart

won't you
come back

and do it again.

Magdalena
Spartalena
Tyrant of Words
Wales 62awards
Joined 21st Apr 2012
Forum Posts: 3000

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LUUH19
Emeraldia
Thought Provoker
Joined 5th Aug 2014
Forum Posts: 72

Revolver

If I wither away with every last fall of the autumn leaves    
I will come back with winter to see no change
In the metamorphosis of no evolution    
The after burn jejune escalading to nowhere    
Putrid smell concentrated of the platitude    
We are still in our mother's womb    
Trying to envisage utopia, but living a life of decadence    
Cradled with fluids that support us    
Dependent, waiting to be fed    
   
I hate the smell of the swamp, full of dead hope    
Every day it thickens, altering nothing    
Forgotten as the elixirs before it    
Spitted out as sputum by the ones on the throne    
They are playing psychopaths to our form    
   
If I die today, it will be my fall    
But tomorrow is today    
Immortal stuck on the lone brick mind    
Nothing to be noticed    
A mutation that has been removed    
   
Immature, their sense of state    
Greedy minds, they populate    
A never ending replication    
A defect with no cure    
Always change being a no    
Déjà vu will be the eyes worst foe.    
 
Written by LUUH19 (Emeraldia)
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poet Anonymous

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poet Anonymous

Miss_Sub!  The piece has depth and insight par excellence!  You translate your feelings very well (imho)!  I'm glad you shared the poem in this competition!

poet Anonymous

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poet Anonymous

Magdelena,  comments to be moved to the original poem's page.

Northern1
Fire of Insight
Iceland
Joined 15th Apr 2016
Forum Posts: 233

Egg & i

i have a companion
A friend you could say  
An immaculate white Egg  
Of ultra dimensional design  
   
i think of Egg as female  
i reside inside Her  
She has no name  
She just is  
i call Her my Egg  
She doesn't seem to mind  
   
Time means nothing to Egg  
She is truly a wondrous being  
Am grateful to have Her  
In whatever this is  
i think She likes having me  
In whatever that is  
   
She has a console a bunk  
A panoramic screen wall  
A chair and counter  
Equipment storage area  
Everything you want in Egg  
But no bathroom  
   
The two doors operate  
By a switch in my head  
Who thought of that?  
Sometimes i forget  
i can be so careless  
That's why i have Egg  
   
Egg knows the multiverse  
That's Her specialty  
Quietly humming like a machine  
But i know Her She is alive  
She has to be  
i can sense Her soul  
Sometimes  
   
She shows me me from without  
In my three D world  
Real as my selected one  
Only quite different  
In the usual way  
Natural  
   
We are on a journey  
Egg and i  
An unlikely pair  
Gathering useful clues  
United on a queer quest  
To an infinite mystery  
And scattered puzzle pieces  
At a corner of a fractal plane  
From a time long forgotten    
In a small control room  
Of the whitest of white  
We make some progress  
   
Switch the dial on tuner  
To any cosmic pull channel  
Light years traversed instantly  
Egg has skills  
   
Went to Mars a million times  
Dreadfully forlorn sector  
Dusty brown shacks  
Zombified population  
Far removed from glory days  
Must wear a livesuit  
Never again i said to Egg  
She said I told you so  
   
i trust my Egg implicitly  
She won't let me down  
i am Her chosen partner  
She is my pure white perfection  
We are who we are  
   
i love Egg and She knows it  
i show my affection  
We have our inside pokes  
Like a Kirk and Spock scenario  
i must feel for both of us  
We are okay with that  
She is good to me  
   
Still i have this feeling  
That i am Her captive  
And She is not who She seems  
That She is some wild entity  
With Her own agenda  
And it's the weirdest thing  
Somehow that's alright  
i earned Her She took me  
We have a contract  
A purpose  
God help me
Written by Northern1
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