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Teach me to rap!

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Poetry Contest

Use poetry to teach us how to do it!
My kings and queens
Rulers and wordsmiths
of many ideas

This should be second
nature to many

Blow my mind

You don't have to
have platinum trophy

to be my musical
inspiration

just teach me
I'm just a baby-poet!

I'm tired of having
all my teen daughters
rap circles around me

Even my husband does it!

Teach me to fly

No poem limit.
Just be poetically creative
Skip prose if possible

It's in your blood!

poet Anonymous

Sleeping Giant

Shouting “Holy shit!” at their break-through
world knows it’s a cat outside stuck to a door handle
Grounded lonely pricks at their wake dude
girl knows I’m a prat trying not to shank you
A tsunami rushing the land
they holla “You’re not getting me now!”
That ostrich man, saved with their head in the ground
Are rats scattering from this weasel?
A reply from a tree should hurt
You’d have slaughtered me with ease fool
At the end of a line, rhyming only one word
I’m trash and you can beat slick Rick
just say only them words, “I’ve got more a big dick”
Said you weren’t on mine
I’d get fucked in a battle, but grabbed my ass
Should I reduce the long lines?
no one can stay awake, yelled “Ahh, got that!”
So fuck with me in your dreams
reality has been calling
listen to admirers telling you to sleep on me
that sack on your body has no balls in


(non-entry.)

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the5thRiddler said:Sleeping Giant

Shouting “Holy shit!” at their break-through
world knows it’s a cat outside stuck to a door handle
Grounded lonely pricks at their wake dude
girl knows I’m a prat trying not to shank you
A tsunami rushing the land
they holla “You’re not getting me now!”
That ostrich man, saved with their head in the ground
Are rats scattering from this weasel?
A reply from a tree should hurt
You’d have slaughtered me with ease fool
At the end of a line, rhyming only one word
I’m trash and you can beat slick Rick
just say only them words, “I’ve got more a big dick”
Said you weren’t on mine
I’d get fucked in a battle, but grabbed my ass
Should I reduce the long lines?
no one can stay awake, yelled “Ahh, got that!”
So fuck with me in your dreams
reality has been calling
listen to admirers telling you to sleep on me
that sack on your body has no balls in


(non-entry.)


Mock giants

What's holy when shit's flowin'?
Scratching claws to chalkboard
pussies beat boxen' hard
So much dead wood
rap like they should

They be giants
trying not to act small
Overtaking
not to take a fkn fall

It takes an ostrich, man
to get head in the sand
Big bird buyin' a band
takin' no mere man's hand

Did rats just steal an easel
From a frickin weasel?

Where's the edible woods?
Chop up them wordy goods!
To express that I slay
is to under-spray
the toothy foolish way

Your can's too big to trash
too small to bang with cash

I skirt the balls
big writing stick
Ball point's givin'
plenty wick
slidin' ink just fine!

Think you're a trophy-ass?
Better things can come to pass

Reducing lines
might suit us fine

Petty dreams you can't sleep through
To much like feeling blue
Reality calls to me and you

Dream a small dog dream
It don't taste like it seem
chew toys sans the cream




poet Anonymous

👻
It’s now ten-past-one
in the afternoon
Yet again sleeping less
because of the weed
still managing on just under
four-hours sleep
I’m not sure whether I’ll break into the big bag of Hula Hoops
and KitKat
But having a spliff
and will eat some wine gums

Who wrote the note?
“Having Anna inspired, thought we were a twin flame and people got me feeling like I put out her fire. Wait, doesn’t sound right and I am so tired.”
Laid in bed next to her
said get out of my head please
it’s Dawn, who do you want dead?
“Steve!” she shouted before
jumping off the bed
“Think about what I’ve not said
when I tell you this
Draw on my back with your finger
my back tickles
like you laughed at Marsh
Cuz, cool is him saying scratch pickles
The world’s gonna laugh at me
walking with flowers
I’m him that doesn’t, grow or picking any
Vocabulary limited
because you said were both twisted shit
that’s pointless
that’s why there’s black flem
on the pages of dictionary
happens every morning.”

I’m going anyway
to sit in another room
charge the phone up, no matter there
isn’t a signal
I’ll still get horny
and try for a predictive text story
There’s a Deep Underground Poetry competition
I have to teach a teacher how to rap
pulling a caravan with an elastic band

(Thought I would share the last of the other poem. Onto a new one...)

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Love your shit, man!❤️👏

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Nailed it! My God!

I'm actually a leftie!!!

poet Anonymous

I write with my right.
I hear the devils children write with the left (blame the Victorians), so wonder if my son is mine lol.

👻
“The Ghosts Snare: Predictive Text Marathon”

I got into a yellow short bus
head of cool words
noticed a female, caught up, said
“I want to sit on your line
Edna Bull Skirts, can I take a seat?
My name is Ricky, I’m here to tell you how to rhyme
In a list, write some phrases that sound a like
Can mine get any worse?
Wake me up when we get there
I’ll see it through
after I’ve finished watching Jeepers Creepers 2
Slick is Sid and big fool
on a horse, have you triggered
when I offer some jelly babies
like pick a lick a little
Somewhere along the lines
a woman may have confidence like cock sure
so had to repeatedly
bent over slapping both her ass cheeks
Who’s at the wheel?
Jesus Christ, sweating, looks like Freddy
Not me, the pizza man who has
taken us off course
a brown army truck behind
and he’s creeping in
On the megaphone
“Is Reemiss cold?
No, he’s just trying not to let a laugh in.”
It’s still January 21st
Billy Trotter has just been
spotted in an aeroplane
at twenty-five-minutes-past-nine
black writing on the side
said “Miami Twice”
She’s pinching me, hurt my arm
saying “It’s now half-nine,
you fell asleep after you opened your page
insane man, you work too hard.”
So everyone is asleep and this is where I start
I imagine, Luke stepping on-board
and saying to David
“Not that any of it matters, you’re a head of it
and like this journey to being in the flat
You don’t need to be on a constant trip
like it’s petty shit
her hating spiders
and on your stag-night
got a tattoo of one on your dick.”
It’s so quiet, my eyes bulged
because I woke up
Anna now had shook me
thrown away from Barbara
like I went in for the grope
and didn’t know I’d have pulled
a used condom out her pussy

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It's 12:45! Man alive!

Little fool behind your shoes
Snowed post school, I'm tracking you
It's your line I follow fine

We skip the school bus
Words rhyming, warming us

I need to glue a beat or two
It's not enough to shadow you

Horny fox, do you beat box?
Hands to mouth or synth it out

What's your poison? pick it out!

Riddler man, do you go Zombie?
I see you have got insomnia

The Flatbush walk to polyrhythms
For brains riddled with schisms

Do you spit bars super fast? Buddies with a rapper-caste?
How do you get your mouth to go to auction?
Mine stumbles at a slower fraction!

Would you rap some bars for my ears?
I'm far too young for my years

But I'm up playing way too late
Rap me into sleepy state

Go again, fun riddler man
At this rate you just might win!

poet Anonymous

👻
“The Ghosts Snare: Who am i?”

It’s now three o’clock in the afternoon.
I’ve come away from the living room, because Luke stood up and shouted
“I’m gonna give it to you, not only him, but his whole squad laugh at you!”
But maybe everything is alright
because stories I got all them waiting
on the operating table
yet he continued: “I see them kick the ball, feel my boot near my car fool, I’m Marshall!”
David’s iPod speaker soon then turned itself on
“You are in an asylum, that’s one called Cryptville
I would have got to you
like a bat half froze in a wack igloo
so up is down and down is up
To say Constant Help is ill
you’re just a dead fish to him
so I’ve a polar bear eating frozen food
in a snow-globe
I don’t have tissues for when
Slim Shady said he thinks his toilets talking
I got the image of that little boy
staring at one in that film
Look Who’s Talking
John Travolta against Nicholas Cage
it’s a Face Off.”

Anna has just come in and said
“I can prove it’s us, and someone else in the room.”
Passed me her phone and continued:
“Type in predictive text
and then just push random buttons really fast, see what you get in 2 minutes, should have been for 9, so another object is what you wanna smash
There’s hope for you both
That paramedic walked in and said
‘it was twelve forty-five man alive’
still from over two years
saying you think I still want to be here?
Held up four fingers to four police officers
Once it’s done, can’t arrest the hot chorus
I mean my tune that’s called “______”
for a demon telling me the reasons to try
and why on the other hand an angel
for a purpose driven life
Two verses, their armpit with a pen
I should more get in hard
a fan like Dan thinking he’s the man
telling me he’d get a breast implant
how is he someone I haven’t got a hold of yet
him who always calls himself
his number one fan
hair longer than shoulder length
Arrived to my destination in a dress
paid for his train ticket and said
I helped him get here
so I scratched his demo
when watching Nuns on the Run
said he can’t make it happen
Ahh, fuck it, drink the rum, we going under
that’s me and my team
in your photo frame
so you’re King, in a bush pissed
singing with Timon and Pumbaa
And should tell Demonic, we got it
the heart of the ocean in a locket
Bathroom mirror, seeing Bobby
telling me I’m him who wrote Johns Testimony
so I scream “I’m Bob Sullivan, you insidious bitch, get the fuck away, there’s a bounty on Ronnie
can’t stop me because they know you’re being cocky probably
walking up the side of the motorway from the cinema
In Hell annoyed, having Del Boy
telling you to dump the stuff
but one man’s junk is another man’s treasure
gold to have changed better hear
like I’d have been Mickey Peers
over a photo and my Aunty
because I would have stood in front of her
at a wedding
Think I always lie and I will always rise
don’t think you really will get it
but would have heard my cries
against an album named Music to be Murdered By
What have I done already just by three songs?
No need to dig a hole up
but Anna may have killed you knife
because you never gave her something wholesome
Think I brought him over in a coma
that cloaked figure when I shouted be gone
Though ha because he has a deadline
To 3rd of February
will I really survive?

🕰

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Rikky, you need to flow like a gyser. Your pun-ass brain best get down to the shop i set for you, it's for healing, though, not horrors. I don't want to go any farther here with you....

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Survivor

(Verse 1)
I swore that this was the end
I couldn’t even trust my so-called friends
What’s the point of sticking together?
Loyalty is fickle, and it all depends…

On whether or not you’ve got the goods
Like the wolf stalking little Red in the woods
Abandoning a pure soul once he took his pleasure, hah!
And yet they’ve all said: “the hood’s always got your back.”

(Chorus)
Why do I bother justifying your actions?
Whatever love I had for you burnt out with the ashes
You hurt even me, your own flesh and blood
The dam has breached; feel my rage come out like a flood.
So, go on and try to burn me with your tainted fire
Haven’t you heard? I’m a fucking survivor!

(Verse 2)
I’ve had enough of your shit!
Why do you keep on doing this?
I guess I’ll never have the answer
Every time I ask, you’re quick to resist.

Was it worth the way you destroyed our family?
It’s been years since I’ve truly felt happy
You were supposed to be our protector
Yet you’ve dumped us like garbage to indulge your sexuality.

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
You’ve torn out my heart, and left a black hole
I curse you for leaving me to figure out how to make myself whole
Your goal to push me down failed; I’m now higher
Nothing can take down a survivor.

(Chorus)
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Shattered Glass

Verse 1
I can’t breathe this toxic air
You’re suffocating me, yet you don’t even care
What am I to you? Just an emotional punching bag
You wouldn’t show me mercy even if I hang up a white flag.

You hurt me, I curse you; it’s a vicious circle
Our messed-up relationship is entirely controversial
You say “I love you” even as you paint my body in bruises
You only tolerate me for a few “uses.”

Chorus
1,2,3,4; retain your calm and remain composed
Even I can predict this dreadful forecast
I’m incredibly vulnerable; one wrong touch and I explode
Into a thousand shards of shattered glass

Verse 2
I’m crashing down to earth; I have no control
I didn’t know the consequences of selling my soul
My spirit begs me to flee, yet my stupid heart tells me to stay put
Seeing you with that woman feels like my heart’s been stomped on by your foot.

Chorus
1,2,3,4; retain your calm and remain composed
Even I can predict this dreadful forecast
I’m incredibly vulnerable; one wrong touch and I explode
Into a thousand shards of shattered glass.

My reflection is twisted in the shattered glass
I don’t know why I tolerated the fact that you harass…
…me, yet there’s the difference between us; a contrast…
…in our personalities; a weakness I shall surpass.
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Black As Noir♠️

( a Concrete spill & scrub )
  
 
A  
black  
tar crow,  
the night in  
silhouette, he  
flies  away  from  
his inheritance but  
is caged by syllables  
and the past, black as  
noir of death before  
dawn, with sirens’  
calling that also  
turn to night,  
but it’s then  
as crow’s  
perch’d  
above  
over  
city  
street,  
fleeting  
shadows  
a city flash  
neon strobe  
that separates,  
to merge into the  
bars and private  
clubs, the high  
and the low  
life are as  
one tide  
alone  
till  
an  
onyx  
wave,  
tox-ic,  
& mute,  
a disdain,  
rogue dog  
crews of the  
hour drag the  
hookers back to  
the alleys, and the  
crow on his laptop to  
peck about the sex,  
of lovers & lies &  
cold war spies,  
the treachery  
& butchery,  
to look up  
bomber  
black-  
outs  
of  
dime  
store’  
novels  
(read  in  
hard rain)  
by  Mickey  
S p i l l a n e  
•♣️•
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