Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd April 2020 2:22pm
WINNER
monkeyman
monkeyman
RUNNER-UP:
nomoth
POEM OF THE MONTH - APRIL
Poetry Contest Description
Nominate an Amazing Poem to Represent DU across social media!
It's time for our "Poem of the Month" to be featured in the DUP 'Poem of the Month Hall of Fame' and on the official Facebook page.
You have THREE weeks to nominate no more than THREE of your favorite poems from another DUP poet!
Please note the following when making nominations:
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NOTE: New Member ( six ( 6 ) months of less ) of the Month comp is here: https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/11284/
1. Self nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme. This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.
2. You may nominate only THREE poems from THREE different DU members.
3. No DUPLICATES. If someone nominates the same poem the entry will be deleted. If you like it that much wait and vote for it!
4. Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.
5. Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to the win will be automatically disqualified.
6. One win per member within a Calendar Year.
7. You must personally notify the member that they have been nominated.
Nomination Duration is three weeks followed by a week of site voting!
Current Poem of the Month Hall of Famers:
2020
January 2020- NEW BEGINNINGS
February 2020 - EDIBLE WORDS
March 2020 - MADAME LAVENDER
2019
January, 2019 - DANIELCHRISTENSEN
February, 2019 - SOPHIE_ERICSON
March, 2019 - AUDIOHARLEEA
April, 2019 - FROM THE ASH
May, 2019 - MISS_SUB
June, 2019 - NAAJIR
July, 2019 - LAYLA
August, 2019 - AHAVATI
September, 2019 - MISS_SUB
October, 2019 - HOWLING_WHELMS
November, 2019 - JOHNNY BLAZE
December 2019- RACHEL_LAUREN
2018
January, 2018 - LADY_OF_THE_QUILL
February, 2018 - LEPPEROCHAN Craic in a Box
March, 2018 - TINABUBUYA (Tee Mali)
April, 2018 - CROWFLY
May, 2018 - ATOMIKBOMB
June, 2018 - MISS_SUB (Missy)
July, 2018 - MEADOWSWEET
August, 2018 - LAYLA
September, 2018 - COLD FUSION
October, 2018 - TODSKI28
November, 2018 - TheMUSE22
December, 2018 - BENDER
2017
January, 2017 - VEE
February, 2017 - CRIMSIN
March, 2017 - ONEFIFTYSIX
April, 2017 - DANIEL CHRISTENSEN
May, 2017 - ALEXANDER CASE
June, 2017 - AEMelia564
July, 2017 - THE_SILLY_SIBYL (Jack Thomas Heslop)
August, 2017 - QUIETUSQUILL
September, 2017 - _SHADOE_
October, 2017 - POETSREVENGE
November, 2017 - NAAJIR
December, 2017 - POETSPEAK
2016
November, 2016 - JOHN FEDDELER
December, 2016 - AHAVATI
From each heart
As we stumbled wounded
confusion rained and all were hounded
saw not tomorow, left confounded
Some gave all in their last breath
had no chance, conserved the waste
saved a life with a bequest
Saw a younster lying next
heard Gods voice in lifes context
so slim the chance were his prospects
The treasure of each life
some will waste and some will strive
a baton handed on, and self denied
See the angels hear the chiors
facets of unselfishness, a soul so tired
for each that saw, a heroic act insipre
Take my ventilator, I'm so tired
your life is pure and mine is mired
for I am called by raptue higher
For some there is more take and give
no money buy when heartstrings ripped
ultruisum is the ultimate gift
A summit for us all to reach
for jewels hide when life's carefree
to self delete, a halo warn unseen
Some have a fire never doused
for they give all and take nowt
in troubled times they had redoubt
confusion rained and all were hounded
saw not tomorow, left confounded
Some gave all in their last breath
had no chance, conserved the waste
saved a life with a bequest
Saw a younster lying next
heard Gods voice in lifes context
so slim the chance were his prospects
The treasure of each life
some will waste and some will strive
a baton handed on, and self denied
See the angels hear the chiors
facets of unselfishness, a soul so tired
for each that saw, a heroic act insipre
Take my ventilator, I'm so tired
your life is pure and mine is mired
for I am called by raptue higher
For some there is more take and give
no money buy when heartstrings ripped
ultruisum is the ultimate gift
A summit for us all to reach
for jewels hide when life's carefree
to self delete, a halo warn unseen
Some have a fire never doused
for they give all and take nowt
in troubled times they had redoubt
Written by slipalong
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Anonymous
melongene, me
(two of 30 - Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2020)
it was the year 2012 or near there
(where)abouts
i carefully planted a white oval
in Gaia’s bosom. . .& forgot all about
that seeded future.
It’s been a black and blues Tao
for me and current events
that tug(ged)-o-war me
found me searching for
the plant of a dirt burial decade
or 2 or 3 …more?
@ present, i am feeling
more purple’d than blue
or green or pink.
(eggplant, me)
Some plants
plantings
don’t seed
produce fruit
as we’d hoped
for. . .
i just effin wish(ed)
my example
could fertilize
new growth
weed out
the antonyms
of civility. . .
. . .how I long for the strong
to yield and become
fragibly kinder. . .
_______________________
#NaPoWriMo2020
119 words
91 unique
it was the year 2012 or near there
(where)abouts
i carefully planted a white oval
in Gaia’s bosom. . .& forgot all about
that seeded future.
It’s been a black and blues Tao
for me and current events
that tug(ged)-o-war me
found me searching for
the plant of a dirt burial decade
or 2 or 3 …more?
@ present, i am feeling
more purple’d than blue
or green or pink.
(eggplant, me)
Some plants
plantings
don’t seed
produce fruit
as we’d hoped
for. . .
i just effin wish(ed)
my example
could fertilize
new growth
weed out
the antonyms
of civility. . .
. . .how I long for the strong
to yield and become
fragibly kinder. . .
_______________________
#NaPoWriMo2020
119 words
91 unique
Written by Tallen
(earth_empath)
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War On The Truth
It’s been shackled
and chained
tackled
and blamed
Put to the knife
with a lie
Stole
or removed
falsely disproved
left in the corner
to die
So righteous
they stand
propaganda
in hand
in a land
where profit
holds firmer
than proof
Politicians
and spy’s
as lies
build more lies
continue their war
on the truth
It’s been spat at
abused
pissed on
and used
accused of being ugly
cold and uncouth
The facts
on display
now the facades
decay
revealing
the horrors of war
on the truth
Blown up
bombed or slain
brought down
by a plane
Choice
simply shot
in the head
By murder
and mayhem
they strive
to silence
to hide
to bury alive
But alas
The truth is not dead
and chained
tackled
and blamed
Put to the knife
with a lie
Stole
or removed
falsely disproved
left in the corner
to die
So righteous
they stand
propaganda
in hand
in a land
where profit
holds firmer
than proof
Politicians
and spy’s
as lies
build more lies
continue their war
on the truth
It’s been spat at
abused
pissed on
and used
accused of being ugly
cold and uncouth
The facts
on display
now the facades
decay
revealing
the horrors of war
on the truth
Blown up
bombed or slain
brought down
by a plane
Choice
simply shot
in the head
By murder
and mayhem
they strive
to silence
to hide
to bury alive
But alas
The truth is not dead
Written by monkeyman
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Anonymous
Pen Negotiations
Here I go again, hands clenched
Around my lucky writing utensil
The one that’s left ink stains on hands
And smeared itself on narrow lines
I believe no drop has gone to waste.
This pen has told stories
Of my childhood, bringing light to the things hidden and unseen
You might even say, this pen
Rescued me, from it repeating
Today, however, my pen speaks differently
Like a language newly learned
I must find some paper
A journal.. anything
What is the cause of this awakening?
An uprising of fear surrounds me
The people are hurting, what more can I do?
I must start writing.
This pen has seen the corruption of a fallen world
And the tears of those who inhabit it
I shielded myself from those things
Diligent self isolating
But my pen remains completely free
My mind and pen negotiating
Whether or not to free myself
As well
This pen has written
Heartbreak, and tragedy
Beautiful stanzas, and ugly poetry
But today, for a change
I’m proud to say
This pen is rewriting history.
Around my lucky writing utensil
The one that’s left ink stains on hands
And smeared itself on narrow lines
I believe no drop has gone to waste.
This pen has told stories
Of my childhood, bringing light to the things hidden and unseen
You might even say, this pen
Rescued me, from it repeating
Today, however, my pen speaks differently
Like a language newly learned
I must find some paper
A journal.. anything
What is the cause of this awakening?
An uprising of fear surrounds me
The people are hurting, what more can I do?
I must start writing.
This pen has seen the corruption of a fallen world
And the tears of those who inhabit it
I shielded myself from those things
Diligent self isolating
But my pen remains completely free
My mind and pen negotiating
Whether or not to free myself
As well
This pen has written
Heartbreak, and tragedy
Beautiful stanzas, and ugly poetry
But today, for a change
I’m proud to say
This pen is rewriting history.
Written by Thetravelingfairy
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Basking in the Sunshine of New Truth
in the era of new truth
it matters not who cheats
on whom
or why
or how deep the water
or where the wind blows
or how many fill the
piazza
or who helped who
and who didn't
or why
for facts are facts
but truth is something else again
so one might gather truth
from hither
or thither
but a smart smart man knows
which streams to fish
and which fruit best fills his basket
and thus can speak his truth
adamant as any preacher
and tap his toes to it's good and righteous tune
knowing his truth is valid
as anybody's
it matters not who cheats
on whom
or why
or how deep the water
or where the wind blows
or how many fill the
piazza
or who helped who
and who didn't
or why
for facts are facts
but truth is something else again
so one might gather truth
from hither
or thither
but a smart smart man knows
which streams to fish
and which fruit best fills his basket
and thus can speak his truth
adamant as any preacher
and tap his toes to it's good and righteous tune
knowing his truth is valid
as anybody's
Written by javalini
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Without My Light
Blue was the morning
my grey mist among trees
rituals wrap tightly to arm and heart
as everyday dies without
There's a candle for You
burning in the empty
whimpering with plea
that will never give back
diamonds fall form to stream
such precious memories
trembling...
my breath never again the same
Our heads held together saw sunlight
nightime yarns spun side by side
as conversation sparred equally
Your focused eyes locked in contact, full with loves attention
Home is so cold without Your warmth
the sound of nothing leaves me raw
shadows move in corners of my eyes
and now its only memory when we touch
Every drop of energy given to me
helped heal
a fish in newspaper flopping without breath
Your cpr and koala care held me tight
I am in pain my dearest friend
my chest ever heavy, gut wrenched
and everything I do now...
is without You
my grey mist among trees
rituals wrap tightly to arm and heart
as everyday dies without
There's a candle for You
burning in the empty
whimpering with plea
that will never give back
diamonds fall form to stream
such precious memories
trembling...
my breath never again the same
Our heads held together saw sunlight
nightime yarns spun side by side
as conversation sparred equally
Your focused eyes locked in contact, full with loves attention
Home is so cold without Your warmth
the sound of nothing leaves me raw
shadows move in corners of my eyes
and now its only memory when we touch
Every drop of energy given to me
helped heal
a fish in newspaper flopping without breath
Your cpr and koala care held me tight
I am in pain my dearest friend
my chest ever heavy, gut wrenched
and everything I do now...
is without You
Written by souladareatease
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Related submission no longer exists.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/378814-napo-2020-the-hodgepodge-chronicles/
Have at thee, The Talk and Aunt Eliza are particular favourites of mine .
Have at thee, The Talk and Aunt Eliza are particular favourites of mine .
May One Shine
night withers to her pull
pink panther upon the prowl
alone the wolf
transversed in a hearse drawn howl
a wilderness of one
relegated and isolated
a biting bohemoth
born to run
in the distance,
war torn eyes witness
shimmers seducing from her grace
across an open gate
swung out
she glowing as he awaits
ne'r to bend
her very graze,
hyphenated
an empty haze
awoken
stare not stolen from her face
titillating
and taken aback
a second
and a third,
time
to rewind
if only I was a bird
and could peck out those eyes
flapping my golden wings
nesting near your threaded roost
touching cheek to cheek
but be forewarned
of that and this
the wild wild wind
and the hail
leading the call of the lord
where lovers
leap
and keep
quarters close
sink not into the valley of the night
nor play within the thorns
bleeding out in the thickets
rise up when he rises
shine down when he shines
release now
all the flowers from their bed
pink panther upon the prowl
alone the wolf
transversed in a hearse drawn howl
a wilderness of one
relegated and isolated
a biting bohemoth
born to run
in the distance,
war torn eyes witness
shimmers seducing from her grace
across an open gate
swung out
she glowing as he awaits
ne'r to bend
her very graze,
hyphenated
an empty haze
awoken
stare not stolen from her face
titillating
and taken aback
a second
and a third,
time
to rewind
if only I was a bird
and could peck out those eyes
flapping my golden wings
nesting near your threaded roost
touching cheek to cheek
but be forewarned
of that and this
the wild wild wind
and the hail
leading the call of the lord
where lovers
leap
and keep
quarters close
sink not into the valley of the night
nor play within the thorns
bleeding out in the thickets
rise up when he rises
shine down when he shines
release now
all the flowers from their bed
Written by JusTim_
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