Poetry competition CLOSED 1st December 2019 7:21am
WINNER
lepperochan (Craic-Dealer)
lepperochan (Craic-Dealer)
RUNNERS-UP:
Jade-Pandora
and Razzerleaf
Your Poem
Outlaw
I know I write in strictest rhyming form
In schemes that seem to flow like rivers do,
That some adore yet many others fear.
But damn! I’m a C-section from a storm,
That’s something no one understands or knew;
Ripped from the womb of Nature’s bitter tears.
On how to pen I never knew the rules.
I wandered on my own a vagabond,
An illustrator sketching words of verse.
I didn’t fuss or fret elitist fools,
With all their fancy ink I wouldn’t bond,
And ever since consider me a curse.
‘Cause here I am an outlaw to the last,
And was before I tried to scribe my first.
Be damn the rhyme, I write the future past,
To save a soul & quench an outlaw’s thirst.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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I don't want
to write
I need
to write
when i watch
commonsense
slowly dying
when I watch
Naïve
group hug
all better now
people
when I watch
independent
documentaries
where the evidence
of what is said
is easily found
so I sow
the seeds
within the words
that I write
and maybe
just maybe
the ones
who have yet to breath
will have a future
a chance
to live
to write
I need
to write
when i watch
commonsense
slowly dying
when I watch
Naïve
group hug
all better now
people
when I watch
independent
documentaries
where the evidence
of what is said
is easily found
so I sow
the seeds
within the words
that I write
and maybe
just maybe
the ones
who have yet to breath
will have a future
a chance
to live
21st Century Spastic
I am 21st century spastic
No window licker
More a window smasher
Don’t believe the hype
No sweet thing here
Caustic through and through
Science put me in a box
The label doesn’t describe accurately
What’s inside
That’s the trouble
Perception breeds contempt
Assumptions mark the signposts ahead
If you look in my eye
I break the stereotype
A little more dangerous
Intelligence and anger
A combustible mix
Don’t dare feed the animal
No window licker
More a window smasher
Don’t believe the hype
No sweet thing here
Caustic through and through
Science put me in a box
The label doesn’t describe accurately
What’s inside
That’s the trouble
Perception breeds contempt
Assumptions mark the signposts ahead
If you look in my eye
I break the stereotype
A little more dangerous
Intelligence and anger
A combustible mix
Don’t dare feed the animal
Written by AspergerPoet56
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The Unseelie Sprite
Wings
dip delicate frame
spun through
winters blue and quiet landscape
patterns of snowflake
left to glass
kiss my cheek
as a rose flush full in color
crystalline secret
whispers
by buttery spirit
thaw my eyes
from hidden warmth
while calling out as cuer
the design, the dance
no eyes more beautiful
rests this tortured soul
twirl encircled
clasp with reverie
azure chambers
loft to vermillion
breath
i no longer hold
swift she leads
frost on toe
pointy-eared
alive
amidst glacial erratic
transported form
kept
to a world of magic
The circle and stone
grip
time exists within her
stolen
mere moments
those
once before
no other world spins
glitter
nor diamond
ambit sphere
i in captive
held with no restraint
dip delicate frame
spun through
winters blue and quiet landscape
patterns of snowflake
left to glass
kiss my cheek
as a rose flush full in color
crystalline secret
whispers
by buttery spirit
thaw my eyes
from hidden warmth
while calling out as cuer
the design, the dance
no eyes more beautiful
rests this tortured soul
twirl encircled
clasp with reverie
azure chambers
loft to vermillion
breath
i no longer hold
swift she leads
frost on toe
pointy-eared
alive
amidst glacial erratic
transported form
kept
to a world of magic
The circle and stone
grip
time exists within her
stolen
mere moments
those
once before
no other world spins
glitter
nor diamond
ambit sphere
i in captive
held with no restraint
Written by souladareatease
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Anonymous
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Don't wake me now
Given the chance
he would choose eternal sleep
but not death
death would end the affair
or at the very least cast doubt
on the continued rendezvous
no
sleep would be far more real
and eternal sleep would by definition
go on and on forever
sleep being the only viable portal
where his dreams are obtainable
a tangible reward spread even
through the towns and cities of the world
it's just the waking up part that's a drag
the slow withdrawal of intimate image
oh he would try to cling on
to lock dreams into memories
before they slip the mind
to become more a nagging question
asked and asked all the waking hours
given the choice
he would choose eternal sleep
but not death
people tend to move on after death
sure they might hold affection
or place tear stained carnations
for an appropriate amount of time
though moving on is hardly a crime
no
sleep would be far more real
a walk on the silver sands
warm to the touch of bare feet
the ocean filled with clear water
splash a while and flash a smile
onward then towards the place
where proud palm trees offer shelter
given the chance
he would choose sleep eternal
but not death.
he would choose eternal sleep
but not death
death would end the affair
or at the very least cast doubt
on the continued rendezvous
no
sleep would be far more real
and eternal sleep would by definition
go on and on forever
sleep being the only viable portal
where his dreams are obtainable
a tangible reward spread even
through the towns and cities of the world
it's just the waking up part that's a drag
the slow withdrawal of intimate image
oh he would try to cling on
to lock dreams into memories
before they slip the mind
to become more a nagging question
asked and asked all the waking hours
given the choice
he would choose eternal sleep
but not death
people tend to move on after death
sure they might hold affection
or place tear stained carnations
for an appropriate amount of time
though moving on is hardly a crime
no
sleep would be far more real
a walk on the silver sands
warm to the touch of bare feet
the ocean filled with clear water
splash a while and flash a smile
onward then towards the place
where proud palm trees offer shelter
given the chance
he would choose sleep eternal
but not death.
Written by lepperochan
(Craic-Dealer)
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Coddiwompling
Rising with the sun of heated desires
I remove the crusty crabbiness from my eyes
clamor to the bowl of let go and release
the past, repast of yesterday
Disliking the clinginess of morning
sweaters I brush off teeth and tongue
in preparation to another vague
destination
I am still neither here nor there
before I make and consume
at least my first
cup of
black morning after sleep elixir
awake - not certain how much –
now time to scribble in my journal
dreams, goals fat with kindness
inkwells dripping in
lust
love
life
& meditation
answers
questions
purposeful reminders
that I need to get off my butt
i tell my spirit Guide
that I will do something
tomorrow
though, I have no idea
what……….
yet
I remove the crusty crabbiness from my eyes
clamor to the bowl of let go and release
the past, repast of yesterday
Disliking the clinginess of morning
sweaters I brush off teeth and tongue
in preparation to another vague
destination
I am still neither here nor there
before I make and consume
at least my first
cup of
black morning after sleep elixir
awake - not certain how much –
now time to scribble in my journal
dreams, goals fat with kindness
inkwells dripping in
lust
love
life
& meditation
answers
questions
purposeful reminders
that I need to get off my butt
i tell my spirit Guide
that I will do something
tomorrow
though, I have no idea
what……….
yet
Written by Tallen
(earth_empath)
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a description of me, as what I think I could be, if I were a Poet
lay it all down
steadily
heavily
make em hot
or maybe not
while they feel and read
make em all internally bleed
when they reveal
knowing the feel
of drugs, sex
and fuckin rock n roll
as feelings take their toll
not making a claim
feelin like much less
than any fame
really kinda fucking lame
then theres hearts
maybe dead flowers
making me wanna hollar
what the fuck is this
is there something I missed
inner turmoil and emotions
being spewed and hissed
when all we want is to be cherished
at special times
like with a master and his whip
or a deep orgasm's afterglow
especially when
that four letter word "love"
is tossed around like a salad
on a hot summer's sweaty eve
did I say I was hungry muther fucker?
<3
steadily
heavily
make em hot
or maybe not
while they feel and read
make em all internally bleed
when they reveal
knowing the feel
of drugs, sex
and fuckin rock n roll
as feelings take their toll
not making a claim
feelin like much less
than any fame
really kinda fucking lame
then theres hearts
maybe dead flowers
making me wanna hollar
what the fuck is this
is there something I missed
inner turmoil and emotions
being spewed and hissed
when all we want is to be cherished
at special times
like with a master and his whip
or a deep orgasm's afterglow
especially when
that four letter word "love"
is tossed around like a salad
on a hot summer's sweaty eve
did I say I was hungry muther fucker?
<3
Written by mysteriouslady
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Pan - Demonium
Pan , Pan , Io Pan ,
Pan That Thou Art , Pan That I Am ,
Pan As Both Wild And Free ,
Pan In You , And Pan In Me ,
Pan In Dance , And Pan In Song ,
Pan As I , Now Come Along
Pan As Moon , And Pan As Fire ,
Pan Whose Force Is Our Desire ,
Pan Whose Voice Is Spoken Through ,
Lover's Cries In Night And Noon ,
Pan Whose Feet Tattoo The Earth ,
As Each New Being Meets It's Birth ,
Pan Above , And Pan Below ,
Pan Be With Us , Where Whither We Go ,
Pan Alive , Magick Afoot ,
As The Seed Doth Flow From Root ,
As Lover's Rut In Heat And Passion ,
And Naked Flesh Is Back In Fashion ,
As The Nymph Asks The Satyr ,
Will He View Her , Or Will He Mate Her ?
Will Standing Stone Meet Faery Ring ,
As Hearts Doth Beat , And Souls Doth Sing ?
Wilt The Spark Become The Flame ,
Consuming All Of Guilt And Shame ,
Leaving Only Joy And Pleasure , To Grow Beyond
All Worlds Of Measure ?
Wilt The Pools Of Pebbles Ripple ,
Reflect The Lips Upon The Nipple ?
Or Wilt The Sound Of Waters Fall ,
Merge With Two Becoming All ?
Wilt Thou Join Me , Dost Thou Dare ?
Give Me Not Thy Feeble Stare ,
Give Me Not Thy Deadened Limbs ,
Give Me Not Thy Mind So Dim ,
Awake , Arise , Become Thy Beast ,
Let Mother's Nature Never Cease ,
To Ebb , And Flow , And Cycle Through ,
This Being Now Ye Call As You ,
This Being Made Of Fire And Earth ,
And Water And Air And Spirit And Mirth !
May You Always Greet The Day ,
In A Wild And Sacred Way ,
And May The Blanket Of The Night ,
Ne'er Cover Your Cries Of Lover's Bite
May The Wolf And Forest Stag ,
Cause Your Feet To Never Lag ,
And May Your Eyes Only See,
The World Through Awe And Mystery !
Be Thou Wild , Be Thou Free , Be As Pan In You And Me !
Pan That Thou Art , Pan That I Am ,
Pan As Both Wild And Free ,
Pan In You , And Pan In Me ,
Pan In Dance , And Pan In Song ,
Pan As I , Now Come Along
Pan As Moon , And Pan As Fire ,
Pan Whose Force Is Our Desire ,
Pan Whose Voice Is Spoken Through ,
Lover's Cries In Night And Noon ,
Pan Whose Feet Tattoo The Earth ,
As Each New Being Meets It's Birth ,
Pan Above , And Pan Below ,
Pan Be With Us , Where Whither We Go ,
Pan Alive , Magick Afoot ,
As The Seed Doth Flow From Root ,
As Lover's Rut In Heat And Passion ,
And Naked Flesh Is Back In Fashion ,
As The Nymph Asks The Satyr ,
Will He View Her , Or Will He Mate Her ?
Will Standing Stone Meet Faery Ring ,
As Hearts Doth Beat , And Souls Doth Sing ?
Wilt The Spark Become The Flame ,
Consuming All Of Guilt And Shame ,
Leaving Only Joy And Pleasure , To Grow Beyond
All Worlds Of Measure ?
Wilt The Pools Of Pebbles Ripple ,
Reflect The Lips Upon The Nipple ?
Or Wilt The Sound Of Waters Fall ,
Merge With Two Becoming All ?
Wilt Thou Join Me , Dost Thou Dare ?
Give Me Not Thy Feeble Stare ,
Give Me Not Thy Deadened Limbs ,
Give Me Not Thy Mind So Dim ,
Awake , Arise , Become Thy Beast ,
Let Mother's Nature Never Cease ,
To Ebb , And Flow , And Cycle Through ,
This Being Now Ye Call As You ,
This Being Made Of Fire And Earth ,
And Water And Air And Spirit And Mirth !
May You Always Greet The Day ,
In A Wild And Sacred Way ,
And May The Blanket Of The Night ,
Ne'er Cover Your Cries Of Lover's Bite
May The Wolf And Forest Stag ,
Cause Your Feet To Never Lag ,
And May Your Eyes Only See,
The World Through Awe And Mystery !
Be Thou Wild , Be Thou Free , Be As Pan In You And Me !
Written by Blackwolf
(I.M.Blackwolf)
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POET’S THANKS
Taking aside his poetry
he wondered if it would be good enough
to make the lobster tap dance on the kitchen floor …
this one was not for the pot
but on a leash of the black man
befriended for life, hand in pincer
the two went well together
across the road a troupe of teenagers
sang a clip from the musical “Oliver”
then ran back home full of joy
recounting their late-night exploits
I will worry no more
but laugh.
Thanks be to God.
all my ink
i write
in the night
when shadows are sleeping
to keep
tears i weep
from silently creeping
out into the cold
though hardly consoled i
that darkness can bury
the burdens i carry
a poet
should know it
and yet keep a secret
when stunned
by the sun
to choke up and leak it
the old rugged cross
redeeming his losses
balms up the lost creature
who sees no bright future
i bleed
like a seed
sprung by a new morning
whose roots
upward shoot
earth’s tangled web scorning
i carry with me
the locks and the keyring
for hearts badly shaken
by confidence broken
no word
were absurd
that mends up the pieces
for hearts
torn apart
whose sorrows releases
i give all my ink
for those on the brink line
to them all my canvas
who hunger for solace
© Copyright 2019 August 28
in the night
when shadows are sleeping
to keep
tears i weep
from silently creeping
out into the cold
though hardly consoled i
that darkness can bury
the burdens i carry
a poet
should know it
and yet keep a secret
when stunned
by the sun
to choke up and leak it
the old rugged cross
redeeming his losses
balms up the lost creature
who sees no bright future
i bleed
like a seed
sprung by a new morning
whose roots
upward shoot
earth’s tangled web scorning
i carry with me
the locks and the keyring
for hearts badly shaken
by confidence broken
no word
were absurd
that mends up the pieces
for hearts
torn apart
whose sorrows releases
i give all my ink
for those on the brink line
to them all my canvas
who hunger for solace
© Copyright 2019 August 28
Written by cabcool
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Anonymous
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Why I Write Poetry
I write poetry
because I can make it
my own
no rhyme
or reason
any way that I want
it helps me through
the bad days
and lets me remember
the good days
I write poetry
for me
and no one else
it is mine to have
I live by my words
and cherish the power
I wield with them
I write poetry
to express myself
to feel emotions
to release anger
but most importantly
I write poetry because it makes me smile
because I can make it
my own
no rhyme
or reason
any way that I want
it helps me through
the bad days
and lets me remember
the good days
I write poetry
for me
and no one else
it is mine to have
I live by my words
and cherish the power
I wield with them
I write poetry
to express myself
to feel emotions
to release anger
but most importantly
I write poetry because it makes me smile
Written by marina2020
(Rain Woman)
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