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Sprache

Miss_Sub
Miss_Sub
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Tyrant of Words
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Poetry Contest

Write a poem inspired by a word from another language

I constantly find inspiration and beauty in words from other languages. Sprache means “language” in German.

A few months back I wrote a poem called “Rampensau” (feel free to check it out for inspiration) which was a poem based on a German word I found astoundingly beautiful. I’ve always been fascinated by the German language because it’s so different to my own.

Find a word or phrase in another language (any language you like) that is not your own, and see where your poem takes you.

Rules

* The title of the poem should be the word or phrase you have used as inspiration.

* Up to two entries per human being.

* Audio / video / spoken word / songs welcome.

*New writes only


David_Macleod
David_Macleod
David Macleod
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pňg mo thňin -

An Acrostic Poem - (Scots Gaelic - Google It lol))


Personal politeness is much overrated
Of course, it is meant to be the norm
Good god in heaven certainly it is not

Manners costeth nothing, and maketh the man
Or so many folks claim, but never practice

Tentative nosy bastard questions asked
How did you manage to lose your legs?
Obviously, it is none of their feckin business!
Incessantly, many random strangers still ask
Now I just retort "Kiss My Ass!"
Written by David_Macleod (David Macleod)
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_boybrains
_boybrains
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wallyroo92
wallyroo92
Tyrant of Words
United States
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Soleils couchants

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Kinkpoet
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Backpfeifengesicht

he shouts an epithet
directed at me
looks to his friends
to bolster his courage
 
he swaggers
invading
my eighteen inches
of personal space
 
his breath
foul from
alcohol
and vomit
 
his words inflaming
angry
mean-spirited
loud on the verge of shouting
 
his mouth sneering
bigotry
and hatred
burning in his eyes
 
his posture
threatening
hands raised
into tight fists
 
his jaw clenched
sweating
face flushed with menace
backpfeifengesicht
 
i bite
my tongue
square my shoulders
turn on my heel
and walk away
 
ignoring
his insults
and threats

his friends
laugh riotously
 
at
him
Written by Kinkpoet
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Kinkpoet
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Litost

the mantra drones on
as if
from
an outside source

although
originating
from his own
lungs

eyes closed
swirls of rainbow
color
flood his vision
vague shapes
and formless clouds

drifting floating

in that state
of being
and
non being

his spirit
rises
hovering circling
above the corpus

observing
old man below
arthritic
desiccated

gnarled
by age
and regrets

engulfed
with
litost

his soul
plunges

into
the
default
world

(C)2020 Raibeart Bruis
Written by Kinkpoet
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Miss_Sub
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Thank you for the entries so far. All wonderful!

Razzerleaf
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Tekapo (Maori for leave at night in haste)

Janet shuffles swollen ankles
to pour, oily black
spoon standing coffee
and gives me a minute
to decide.
 
The dog-eared menu is stained
with rings from Tekapo's basin.
I take a sip of the table top view,
wading out from the shoreline
to float on the thin-air darkness
between, sugared southern alps.
 
My mouth fills with fresh melt-waters
as the sun blazes over grilled Angus,
thrice cooked potatoes, glisten
like duck stones in lakeside pools.
 
Janet looms over me, chewing gum.
Have you chosen yet? her pencil resting
on the manila carbon-copy pad.
 
I point at the Soup of the Moment
with Bread & Butter $12.00 gf, worth every cent.
Especially if you slip away without paying.
Written by Razzerleaf
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