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Dangerous Mind
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Poetry Contest

What poem, either new or old, you find paints a clear picture of yourself as a writer? The one when read sounds like the true you.
Only one author, obviously, and one poem...

jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
United States
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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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Tyrant of Words
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I don't want
to write
I need
to write
when i watch
slowly dying
when I watch
group hug
all better now
when I watch
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

Tyrant of Words
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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

Written by AspergerPoet56
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Tyrant of Words
United States
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The Unseelie Sprite

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
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
i no longer hold

swift she leads
frost on toe
amidst glacial erratic
transported form
to a world of magic

The circle and stone
time exists within her
mere moments
once before

no other world spins
nor diamond
ambit sphere

i in captive
held with no restraint

Written by souladareatease
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poet Anonymous

Guardian of Shadows
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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    
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    
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.    
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Fire of Insight
United Kingdom
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Tyrant of Words
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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

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
& meditation
purposeful reminders
that I need to get off my butt

i tell my spirit Guide
that I will do something
though, I have no idea

Written by Tallen (earth_empath)
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Tyrant of Words
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a description of me, as what I think I could be,  if I were a Poet

lay it all down
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?    
Written by mysteriouslady
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Tyrant of Words
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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 !
Written by Blackwolf (I.M.Blackwolf)
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Joshua Bond
Tyrant of Words
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Josh (Joshua Bond)
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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.

Guardian of Shadows
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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  
Written by cabcool
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poet Anonymous

Rain Woman
Fire of Insight
United States
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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
Written by marina2020 (Rain Woman)
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