Poetry competition CLOSED 10th January 2020 10:10pm
WINNER
Ely (E.A.Rothwell)
Ely (E.A.Rothwell)
RUNNERS-UP:
Jade-Pandora
and russell_snow
EARLIEST SCRIBBLES
Cold steel blades
Cold steel blades that part the skin
redemption for committed sin
the open wounds which bleed release
and then bring on the endless sleep.
Into that sleep I slowly drift
as my reality begins to shift
I cease my struggle against the tide
and sink beneath the waves to hide.
No more hurt or constant pain
when in my head all it does is rain
He made me feel like I was a whore
took what he wanted and then more.
But in the silence I see the light
I realise now is my time to fight
This shame is mine but not the sin
I will not let this Bastard win.
redemption for committed sin
the open wounds which bleed release
and then bring on the endless sleep.
Into that sleep I slowly drift
as my reality begins to shift
I cease my struggle against the tide
and sink beneath the waves to hide.
No more hurt or constant pain
when in my head all it does is rain
He made me feel like I was a whore
took what he wanted and then more.
But in the silence I see the light
I realise now is my time to fight
This shame is mine but not the sin
I will not let this Bastard win.
Written by Kimmylou
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I think i was around 17 when I wrote this. Following a traumatic event I started to self harm before eventually turning my emotions into poetry, I continued to write until I was 20 and then stopped focusing my energy into my children instead now at 33 I've decided to take it back up as a way of dealing with emotions.
A Reason to Be
When perspective dies what is left? When reality itself is shattered beyond repair and in myself there seems only despair, is a reason left there? When I must see that there only is what is, and life's being exists without something greater, where am I left to stand in this theatre? Shall cruel chance and fate command at my will? Is there something to grasp which can fulfill? Will the Raven quoth Nevermore? Will I let that become real? A fire low in my belly does roar, and reminds me of the fight in my core. But my fire and fear doth ever grow near and spit and hiss with a sneer. Fear made great from confusion, heart and mind are at war. My soul aches from the battle and yet hungers for more. For solace, for resolution, not easily found. I soldier on, having made it a habit. I choose to follow the little white rabbit. Wonder is confusion with merit. Can life then be wonderful? I wonder, can this experience then be wonderful? Can being here simply to see, be just enough reason to be? I think I might have to agree.
Written by Maroondah
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Love Poem (1978)
Live is integrity
upon someone's heart
Love is something to keep
couples from coming apart
Love can be an art
When Love is a miracle
no one knows
It could be a miracle
beyond dispose
When you love one
you love yourself
When you hate one
you hate yourself
Love Never Fails
upon someone's heart
Love is something to keep
couples from coming apart
Love can be an art
When Love is a miracle
no one knows
It could be a miracle
beyond dispose
When you love one
you love yourself
When you hate one
you hate yourself
Love Never Fails
Written by eroseternal
(Tim Eros)
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Young Love
So this one time, at band camp…
I met the girl of my dreams,
However we were from different cities,
But the love would grow beyond our teens.
Let me take you back to August, Nineteen-Ninety,
A summer romance that lasted a lifetime,
She gave me a smile, I gave her my heart,
And the words glowed like warm sunshine.
I went home motivated and inspired,
Writing poetry like I’d never done before,
And though we both decided to be friends,
Deep down we wanted something more.
I was lucky enough to have found young love,
Even though we would go our separate ways,
Only to find each other again a decade later,
Rekindling the embers set my soul ablaze.
Here’s to the verse I wrote when I was sixteen,
To the night we met because love had sprung.
It’s a testament of the love I feel to this day,
And may the emotion keep us forever young.
I met the girl of my dreams,
However we were from different cities,
But the love would grow beyond our teens.
Let me take you back to August, Nineteen-Ninety,
A summer romance that lasted a lifetime,
She gave me a smile, I gave her my heart,
And the words glowed like warm sunshine.
I went home motivated and inspired,
Writing poetry like I’d never done before,
And though we both decided to be friends,
Deep down we wanted something more.
I was lucky enough to have found young love,
Even though we would go our separate ways,
Only to find each other again a decade later,
Rekindling the embers set my soul ablaze.
Here’s to the verse I wrote when I was sixteen,
To the night we met because love had sprung.
It’s a testament of the love I feel to this day,
And may the emotion keep us forever young.
Written by wallyroo92
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Anonymous
Yes. I see no reason why not.
Photo from an old poetry scrapbook thats older than most of the members of this site. I present it with all its flaws including the funky stain in the corner.
I submitted this for the joy of participating. Please, don't consider this as an entry for the competition.
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Another snapshot from an old poetry scrapbook. My sister recently found it in attic.
Reading it, I realize how much my poetry has improved. It's went from horrible😔, terrible😖! Submitted for the fun of it. Not to be considered in the competition.
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Anonymous
This is a clear expression of poetry… breathing pure Nature. Structured a tranquil freeflow… towards no- unreachable idealism from this societal man-made chaos. Simple & strong. Poetry not just serves the purpose, but shows off its an eternal soul-condition of pure true souls amidst bleeds & deaths… FULL POINTS ELY! (Refuge)
R Snow. A hearty talking touching piece … of love its truthful form & depths of beauty. reflected in the verses so narrative of dialoguing hearts of/in/for Nature …wholesomely rounded up write ...as fusing One. Simply Beautiful. Love. Your poetry reiterates that the poetic essence, may it be about anything or nothing, if in clarity from the heart & soul, makes an undeniably lingering touching poetry.
Bleeds red blood tears … you have a poetic boon innate to take a reader all along in into the emotional depths you portray & you make it look all so easy & perfect ...in its form, rhyme & how it indelibly swirls & whirls within …a reader so made pre-disposed… excellent poetics Jade!
Slipalong. Remarkable to have started scribbling at 76. Was it something which has lain dormant? So much respect. Quality wordsmith too.
Many Thanks Snugglebuck for sharing your poetry scrapbook. I love that kind of stuff. Unfortunately, my red box of memories has been lost. Which means I can empathise with J Blazer’s note that his earlier writes are “unrecoverable.” That fusion of artist/creation perfectly contained in poem here fascinates.
Luna’s Child. Back in 1856 had to write lengthy essay on Hamlet’s soliloquies. Was reciting them in my sleep & I a terrible actor. Hence, particularly enjoyed this parody. Never really concerned myself with gothic until recent years. A might fine start to your poetic journey Manor Myth. Kimmy Lou’s defiance and frankness delightful to read.
Ahavati. Love the Bette Davis quote which wraps around the succinct verse. Only a writer of depth / imagination / spiritualism could capture the universal themes thus. I could relate to both Eswaller’s entries. ‘Arkansas’ was particularly poignant and although sadness permeates, found it life-affirming. Love the title ‘Love Poem 1978,’ Eros. Could almost be a tender punk song. So much truth in the sentiments too. Do you have philosophical background Maroundah? Much to contemplate in your words. Enjoyed the thoughts. Wallyroo – please tell me this beautiful poem is true?
Many Thanks. Truly. RobUma x
R Snow. A hearty talking touching piece … of love its truthful form & depths of beauty. reflected in the verses so narrative of dialoguing hearts of/in/for Nature …wholesomely rounded up write ...as fusing One. Simply Beautiful. Love. Your poetry reiterates that the poetic essence, may it be about anything or nothing, if in clarity from the heart & soul, makes an undeniably lingering touching poetry.
Bleeds red blood tears … you have a poetic boon innate to take a reader all along in into the emotional depths you portray & you make it look all so easy & perfect ...in its form, rhyme & how it indelibly swirls & whirls within …a reader so made pre-disposed… excellent poetics Jade!
Slipalong. Remarkable to have started scribbling at 76. Was it something which has lain dormant? So much respect. Quality wordsmith too.
Many Thanks Snugglebuck for sharing your poetry scrapbook. I love that kind of stuff. Unfortunately, my red box of memories has been lost. Which means I can empathise with J Blazer’s note that his earlier writes are “unrecoverable.” That fusion of artist/creation perfectly contained in poem here fascinates.
Luna’s Child. Back in 1856 had to write lengthy essay on Hamlet’s soliloquies. Was reciting them in my sleep & I a terrible actor. Hence, particularly enjoyed this parody. Never really concerned myself with gothic until recent years. A might fine start to your poetic journey Manor Myth. Kimmy Lou’s defiance and frankness delightful to read.
Ahavati. Love the Bette Davis quote which wraps around the succinct verse. Only a writer of depth / imagination / spiritualism could capture the universal themes thus. I could relate to both Eswaller’s entries. ‘Arkansas’ was particularly poignant and although sadness permeates, found it life-affirming. Love the title ‘Love Poem 1978,’ Eros. Could almost be a tender punk song. So much truth in the sentiments too. Do you have philosophical background Maroundah? Much to contemplate in your words. Enjoyed the thoughts. Wallyroo – please tell me this beautiful poem is true?
Many Thanks. Truly. RobUma x
