Poetry competition CLOSED 23rd January 2020 2:19pm
WINNER
Erotic_Goddess
Erotic_Goddess
RUNNERS-UP:
drone
and souladareatease
When A Lie is the Truth
A certain peace
Warring armies made to fight neither side nor persuasion
That peoples remain divided by their social organizations
As the internationalist conflict special market movements
Single press is made to spin on two frauds of inducement,
By utilizing front populaire to suppress private commoner
Rotten social climber values do then emblazon in dominer
Determined mind's common mysteries covering the tricks
Here unholy feeding poison to abide hunger of the cliques,
Now down to the wire sloganeers, hence ignorant totality
Knowing not history of their country nor the world reality
Still to know nothing of philosophy as a past song unsung
Raising petty ambition made upon such fluttered tongues,
Given into delirium since but a pawn for this global game
As these hidden ruler's pieces slide into place by no fame
Complicated and simple net wrapping their world in links
Humbuged ideas spread everywhere to control as a jynx,
A false doctrine upon the ancient tower of secular worlds
Mental pimp pushing people towards life and death whirl,
To obtain that certain peace...
But only their peace...
Written by runaway-mindtrain
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The Epiphany
There’s beauty in deception and vileness in authenticity.
Your arms around me at night, the empty space next to me in the morning.
It was never your deception that shattered my inhibitions,
Never a fabrication, never a falsity that you uttered.
You were authentic from the beginning, never faltering.
What we had was a season of passion, unbridled and unashamed.
But seasons end, and the autumn of our love turned into the dead of winter.
Your heart was frozen from the beginning, but your embrace warmed my soul.
Your hands all over my body, making me feel alive.
You sparked a flame inside of me that I never knew existed
An existence I wish I had never known.
No, it was never your deception that turned me into the shell I am today,
It was mine.
In the night I feel you creeping in my soul
Lurking in the shadows of what I used to know.
Then daylight breaks and I’m sleeping again with your ghost.
What a bittersweet epiphany.
Your arms around me at night, the empty space next to me in the morning.
It was never your deception that shattered my inhibitions,
Never a fabrication, never a falsity that you uttered.
You were authentic from the beginning, never faltering.
What we had was a season of passion, unbridled and unashamed.
But seasons end, and the autumn of our love turned into the dead of winter.
Your heart was frozen from the beginning, but your embrace warmed my soul.
Your hands all over my body, making me feel alive.
You sparked a flame inside of me that I never knew existed
An existence I wish I had never known.
No, it was never your deception that turned me into the shell I am today,
It was mine.
In the night I feel you creeping in my soul
Lurking in the shadows of what I used to know.
Then daylight breaks and I’m sleeping again with your ghost.
What a bittersweet epiphany.
Written by Nicole96
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EXPOSURE OF TRUTH
What is it that makes us so afraid of when it comes to telling the truth, for is it not better to hear the truth then listen to a lie, which only covers up facing the real truth of life before your eyes. For what is it about the truth that is so scary to us having one hiding even our eyes when we speak our words, when we are face with an choice to come clean instead of trying to hide behind the lies. For arent we suppose to grow up with growth of maturity and put away the toys and step into a grown folks world, for when one continues to lie that makes your words worthless and meaningless to the ears to hear and the heart to trust at face value. So do yourself a favor stop playing with word games and speak the truth, for its true the truth hurts but yet it gives one the chance to understand the reason behind the truth, for the truth comes at face value but yet a lie comes wearing a mask as an disguise hiding there true intentions for your mind your body and heart and your spiritual soul.
Written by Stoney223
(WOLF BAY33)
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AFRAID OF WHAT IS WITHIN
From my mind and heart, let these passages awaken your mind as you open your eyes to see the truth and your heart to feel the deepness, the mere depth of each beat as it beats beneath your flesh of your chest.
For I am a firm believer that if one cant touch your mind, then how can one touch your heart? For it is true that words can make or break you, even build you up and rip you down, but only if you let them touch your mind and heart destroying that which lives deep within you. But yet if you are afraid of what is within the darkness that hides the truth behind eyes darken by the hurt and pain, then the silence of your self made shelter hiding your honesty truth and trust can not be revealed through your unspoken words.
For I am a firm believer that if one cant touch your mind, then how can one touch your heart? For it is true that words can make or break you, even build you up and rip you down, but only if you let them touch your mind and heart destroying that which lives deep within you. But yet if you are afraid of what is within the darkness that hides the truth behind eyes darken by the hurt and pain, then the silence of your self made shelter hiding your honesty truth and trust can not be revealed through your unspoken words.
Written by Stoney223
(WOLF BAY33)
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Just the Tip
If you don’t want to hurt someone’s feelings,
You may want or opt to give them the lie,
For it may just the tip of the iceberg,
But just know that things may and will go awry.
If you’re in deep shit because you can’t commit,
The truth is always bound to come out,
You may want to build a new reality,
So it will fit the story when there’s doubt.
If you keep quiet about important things,
Or decide to leave out certain details,
Then you might as well also be lying,
Your train of fibs will surely go off the rails.
Here’s the gist of it, really own up to it,
A lie is a façade of a flawed view,
If you choose that path you’ll deal with the wrath,
Just know, there’ll be no one to blame but you.
You may want or opt to give them the lie,
For it may just the tip of the iceberg,
But just know that things may and will go awry.
If you’re in deep shit because you can’t commit,
The truth is always bound to come out,
You may want to build a new reality,
So it will fit the story when there’s doubt.
If you keep quiet about important things,
Or decide to leave out certain details,
Then you might as well also be lying,
Your train of fibs will surely go off the rails.
Here’s the gist of it, really own up to it,
A lie is a façade of a flawed view,
If you choose that path you’ll deal with the wrath,
Just know, there’ll be no one to blame but you.
Written by wallyroo92
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"Dream girl"
Such a gleeful girl
Fingers twirl in the breeze
Playfully skipping in between trees
About to have tea
With her house guest, Mr. Bunny escorting Barbie
Bursting out with laughter while laying atop a pile of leaves
A tender age where fairytales are possibilities besides words turned on a page
A pretty princess
At last seasons pass, now a teen she dreams of being a beauty queen in the scene, on the cover of all the teen magazines
But things change as months go by, the girl comes home to her parents in the middle of a fight
Dads high
So he put a whooping to her mama's backside
She cries, screaming at daddy to "Stop that!" with all the combat
Unfortunately he attacks her leaving the little lady praying to God he don't come back
You see, the farther struck her down so much, she got comfortably numb from the pain that a few years down the line she turned around and found a guy who had his heart set on doing the same
All the sudden she got a stage name, twerking for work, sliding down a pole to control the toll of each one of their habits they both hold
And when she gets home.
She checks the reflection of the mirror shown
She stares, never aware
That the dreams that came true were nothing less than her worst nightmares
Fingers twirl in the breeze
Playfully skipping in between trees
About to have tea
With her house guest, Mr. Bunny escorting Barbie
Bursting out with laughter while laying atop a pile of leaves
A tender age where fairytales are possibilities besides words turned on a page
A pretty princess
At last seasons pass, now a teen she dreams of being a beauty queen in the scene, on the cover of all the teen magazines
But things change as months go by, the girl comes home to her parents in the middle of a fight
Dads high
So he put a whooping to her mama's backside
She cries, screaming at daddy to "Stop that!" with all the combat
Unfortunately he attacks her leaving the little lady praying to God he don't come back
You see, the farther struck her down so much, she got comfortably numb from the pain that a few years down the line she turned around and found a guy who had his heart set on doing the same
All the sudden she got a stage name, twerking for work, sliding down a pole to control the toll of each one of their habits they both hold
And when she gets home.
She checks the reflection of the mirror shown
She stares, never aware
That the dreams that came true were nothing less than her worst nightmares
Written by StruggleFreePotery
(StruggleFreePoetry)
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