Poetry competition CLOSED 23rd January 2020 2:19pm
WINNER
Erotic_Goddess
Erotic_Goddess
RUNNERS-UP:
drone
and souladareatease
When A Lie is the Truth
Poetry Contest Description
Share your True Feelings on lying to hide a hurtful truth
When is fibbing acceptable. When are lies detrimental and how do you cope with 'social' lies. Have you ever been lied to?
No collaborations.
Title your poem.
Any length...but less than a book.
No collaborations.
Title your poem.
Any length...but less than a book.
Minefield
Does it not
depend
on the circumstances
telling tall story's
among friends
acceptable
presentable
lies
Lying to a child
when mummy has died
knowing later
in their life
they will understand why
Lying for gain
to deceive
those
who do not wish
to travel their road
But we are denied
the truth in our life's
from cradle to grave
from those
who are supposed
to be honest
When we vote
for truth to arise
from the ashes
of previous
Lies
Sad is the truth
in the telling
that we live in a world
where curiosity
has become
Undone
Does it not
depend
on the circumstances
telling tall story's
among friends
acceptable
presentable
lies
Lying to a child
when mummy has died
knowing later
in their life
they will understand why
Lying for gain
to deceive
those
who do not wish
to travel their road
But we are denied
the truth in our life's
from cradle to grave
from those
who are supposed
to be honest
When we vote
for truth to arise
from the ashes
of previous
Lies
Sad is the truth
in the telling
that we live in a world
where curiosity
has become
Undone
MisTake
Now my chance will never come
for some things in life can't be undone.
The only touch I felt was pain
as angles joined my tears like rain.
To see your eyes your smile your feel
it came so close to be so real.
That very moment when miracles dared
I was that instant when love was shared.
But your truth has sadly set me free
what could have been won't ever be.
Forbidden a thought or whispered word said
again you will live when I am dead.
Loss and lost when my end begins
I'm the helpless innocence whose banished as sin.
Somehow forgiveness you've found that day
as together we wept as together we prayed.
Written by midevil
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How To Save A Life
He was corroding with the needles
littering the evermore.
I was reeling to fix a plummet
to death on trap house floors.
He wanted to stay pressed to my bossom
but I wasn't capable of mending sores.
I told him I'd be waiting to hold him
when he exited rehabilitations door.
Truth is I didn't know if life would allow the promise I so spun,
but I felt that if I told him so
he'd have stayed and he'd been lost.
That wasn't a spot I wanted on my conscience…
So I did what I had to do
to save a man from hell.
I hope he can forgive me,
I did so out of love.
He was corroding with the needles
littering the evermore.
I was reeling to fix a plummet
to death on trap house floors.
He wanted to stay pressed to my bossom
but I wasn't capable of mending sores.
I told him I'd be waiting to hold him
when he exited rehabilitations door.
Truth is I didn't know if life would allow the promise I so spun,
but I felt that if I told him so
he'd have stayed and he'd been lost.
That wasn't a spot I wanted on my conscience…
So I did what I had to do
to save a man from hell.
I hope he can forgive me,
I did so out of love.
the emptiness
the emptiness is like a rainstorm
it violently pours down
soaking my clothes
chilling me to the bone
the emptiness is like a dark night
desolate streets
with one lamp post flicking
illuminating vacant pavement
the emptiness is like a cage
trapping me in my own torment
i stick my arm through the bars
clawing for freedom
the emptiness is like nothing
it’s the absence
it’s the unnatural loneliness
it’s the null thudding
it’s the quiver in my voice
it’s the voidness behind my eyes
it’s painted behind my smile
it’s the truth in all the lies
it violently pours down
soaking my clothes
chilling me to the bone
the emptiness is like a dark night
desolate streets
with one lamp post flicking
illuminating vacant pavement
the emptiness is like a cage
trapping me in my own torment
i stick my arm through the bars
clawing for freedom
the emptiness is like nothing
it’s the absence
it’s the unnatural loneliness
it’s the null thudding
it’s the quiver in my voice
it’s the voidness behind my eyes
it’s painted behind my smile
it’s the truth in all the lies
Written by Heart_symphony
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The Raven’s Shadow
the raven’s shadow
paid me a visit today;
she always reminds me
after a drink or two
why I don’t hang around
with her anymore;
rude,
she pulls up a chair,
always uninvited
and helps herself
to my best,
taking shot after shot
until there’s nothing left
except this ache
digging deep into my chest,
is this constant fight all there is?
I try so hard to remember -
those days when I was happy
when the hell was that?
whatever passes for peace
when you try to fill
a cracked glass
full of the finest
only means
you’ll keep trying
to top me off,
go ahead please, I’m begging you
but it’s just going to drip
from between my poorly glued pieces,
thrown to the floor
so many times
they’ll never fit flush again;
it all escapes me,
and I’m terrified
it’ll never be enough
to make me feel full -
not that I’d really recognize
the caress of true contentment,
would I?
my head is so heavy,
resting comfortably now
in her lap;
thoughts shuffle along
in lazy contempt
for their usual
frantic pace -
mocking, they parade
through the emptiness
as she strokes my hair
and whispers in my ear,
it’s ok to feel nothing
and it must be,
because I can’t
I’m going to pretend
I believe her, either way
just for a little while -
it’s better to rest here
in this dense, gray fortress
than to draw sharp red lines
in soft white skin,
forcing the emotion
to the surface;
that’s an ancient trick
and I’m a wise old dog
with new magic
inside these scarred sleeves
there can only be this
for now -
just her and me,
luna melancholy;
she’ll grow bored
with my yearning,
my reaching
for the light switch;
she’ll get tired
of trying
to pry my fist open
where the last black shred
of my hope is gripped
with such force of will,
it’s diamond-tough
and then I’ll kiss her
goodnight,
softly on the lips,
with all my love
given in exchange
for her protection;
black hair flipped over
her slim shoulders,
she’ll leave quietly
into the darkness
until the next time
I need her
to stem the bleeding
of a life lived
in constant battle
paid me a visit today;
she always reminds me
after a drink or two
why I don’t hang around
with her anymore;
rude,
she pulls up a chair,
always uninvited
and helps herself
to my best,
taking shot after shot
until there’s nothing left
except this ache
digging deep into my chest,
is this constant fight all there is?
I try so hard to remember -
those days when I was happy
when the hell was that?
whatever passes for peace
when you try to fill
a cracked glass
full of the finest
only means
you’ll keep trying
to top me off,
go ahead please, I’m begging you
but it’s just going to drip
from between my poorly glued pieces,
thrown to the floor
so many times
they’ll never fit flush again;
it all escapes me,
and I’m terrified
it’ll never be enough
to make me feel full -
not that I’d really recognize
the caress of true contentment,
would I?
my head is so heavy,
resting comfortably now
in her lap;
thoughts shuffle along
in lazy contempt
for their usual
frantic pace -
mocking, they parade
through the emptiness
as she strokes my hair
and whispers in my ear,
it’s ok to feel nothing
and it must be,
because I can’t
I’m going to pretend
I believe her, either way
just for a little while -
it’s better to rest here
in this dense, gray fortress
than to draw sharp red lines
in soft white skin,
forcing the emotion
to the surface;
that’s an ancient trick
and I’m a wise old dog
with new magic
inside these scarred sleeves
there can only be this
for now -
just her and me,
luna melancholy;
she’ll grow bored
with my yearning,
my reaching
for the light switch;
she’ll get tired
of trying
to pry my fist open
where the last black shred
of my hope is gripped
with such force of will,
it’s diamond-tough
and then I’ll kiss her
goodnight,
softly on the lips,
with all my love
given in exchange
for her protection;
black hair flipped over
her slim shoulders,
she’ll leave quietly
into the darkness
until the next time
I need her
to stem the bleeding
of a life lived
in constant battle
Written by LunaGreyhawk
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Anonymous
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Fill Ye Cup, Oh Drowned One
Clique clique bang bang
The nemo crowd
nowhere
a lone gunman
that the lonesome wolf howls for
on lonely moon less nights
slip between cracks
shadow less shades
Every grey has a silver lining
Single bullet casing
shattered glass
Broken windowpain
reflected scars
refracted eyes
One given a rope
choice
noose
or lifeline
hands help
only for so long
A drowning fool is surely fated
to taste salty lungs
Written by Carpe_Noctem
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Raspberry Thistle
She said
at once
the love of raspberry ice cream
O how well that smile
as the drips fell
mess of it all
marks that enter wooden floors
forever stains
O how I cried
how constant
I was told that sugary
goodness
the satisfying swirl of it
perfect
and my eyes still recall
the cone
how fragile
eventually gone
yet raspberry was never her flavor...
She said
at once
the love of raspberry ice cream
O how well that smile
as the drips fell
mess of it all
marks that enter wooden floors
forever stains
O how I cried
how constant
I was told that sugary
goodness
the satisfying swirl of it
perfect
and my eyes still recall
the cone
how fragile
eventually gone
yet raspberry was never her flavor...
