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Where do you bloom?

ThePoetcastProject
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Poetry Contest

Write a poem about yourself / your poetry

The June show (episode 13) is coming up folks, and we would like to again offer up the hallowed end spot of the show to feature your poetry on the podcast. The podcast goes out on multiple platforms including Spotify and Apple Podcasts, so itís great exposure.


If you've not heard the podcast yet you can listen to past episodes here: https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/podcasts/


June is blooming season, flowers are growing and trees are showing off their green leaves, so we are asking you to write a poem about who you truly are and what does your poetry say about you? maybe you are blooming as a person or your poetry has taken another direction? we would certainly love to know if it has, you can approach the poem anyway you wish, just show us your true roots we don't bite at all.  

Obviously we would really love if you would be able to read and record the poem yourself for us, but please do not feel pressured. We (or a member of the reading team currently being formed) will be able to read the poem out for you if you don't want too. We understand.

Need help with creating a video? Head on over to The Loud-Speaker poetry group for help and advice on your audio / video submissions: https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/groups/loud-speaker-poetry/discussion/


Rules

*You have three weeks
* New poems only
* Audio / video / songs accepted
* Up to 2 entries per sunflower
* No extreme content / extreme erotica / a little swearing is fine.
* Winner agrees to have their poem read on The Poetcast Project June podcast.
* No word count, just don't go mad
* Any questions, please feel free to ask.

Good luck!

-TPP

calamitygin
calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
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Bloom

It comes to me this season  
An urge to blow the bloom  
into
This day
And watch it float on the wind  

In this light †
It would be  
An awesome spectacle  
Like an apparition †
Of phantasmic spiral †
Twirling into its seek †
The darkness a great ride for it  
And platform to coast it's colors  

Though they fade  
They would surely fade  
And be nothing †

I had felt this  
And done it †
And would not do it again  

I cannot blow along †
Familiar winds  

But new currents have come along †
And hooked the corners of my smile  
urging itself †
To spread wide against the O  
And my uncalm †
Inhaled †
At odds with with the corners of †
What I am  
Used to †

I breathe through it †
And the lovely †
Ease and it's scent exists easier †
Inside me †
Daily †

When pigments of new petals †
Turn blue  
I dip and streak it †
Into indigo slant  
across page †
Delivering my self free of the shade  
But not the rise of it †
To the sun  

not the totalling of it to my whole  
And it would be if ...  

But I don't  
I am much too eager †
To let it lie and rest a little †
To meet myself I've cast into †
the role played convincingly  

My own shadow  
And see her grow out of it  


Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
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MadameLavender
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Guardian of Shadows
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Angeliki
Angeliki
Fire of Insight
Australia
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Holding On

Holding On
Angeliki
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slipalong
slipalong
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom
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Honeysuckle

In the hedgerow bursting forth
cimbing on a slender stalk
chance upon me as I walk
fullsome crown atop the thicket poked

Winding through the spring and summer still
the company of birds that trill
heavy to the nostril comes that fill
 that wild song, the air so laden soaked

With tender words a spray of mist
come ruby cloud where I would sit
and none usurp its upward twist
the sense of romance so provoked

The arbour where I twine in love
on the air like wing'd doves
atomise mistletoe and Christmas clove
trumpet heady airs and love invoke

Hum with insects industry
for nectar nature gives for free
bind my spirit lend me that esprit
the sweet honeysuckle all sense become awoke

Temper find each clustered head
wild perfume within just common hedge
vine my heart deems so perfect
incense god made to be bespoke

Clinging tight to "whatever"
make it to the top with much endeavor
bring to each a little measure
a pleasured life before I croak
Written by slipalong
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Thetravelingfairy
Thetravelingfairy
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Before the Summer Takes me

Written stories on petals
Ink on my stem
These words are what fuel my floral essence
Blooming, to the sound of my own mind
And growing amongst others

Winds may sway my little body aside
Fraying those bits they see
Life isnít always milk and honey
And it shows
On my tattered green

Picking myself up from the soil
Dusting those faults to the sun above
I live fearing another wave of heat
Undermining a successful spring

So I tell myself
ďPlant your seeds
Before the summer takes you.Ē
Written by Thetravelingfairy
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gifteth
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AliboTerna
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Nigeria
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CAST DICE

Say my prayers, roll the bones
Bruise feet dashing on stones
Holding faith, but it is running low
I love to wraith, but the pace is slow
Trying so hard to get a six. What a cast!
No piggyback and a little short on gas
Am strong, so i get the hardest fight
Knowing that joy will come at first-light.
Written by gifteth (AliboTerna)
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wallyroo92
wallyroo92
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In The Last Days of Spring

In the last days of spring I cling to the memory
  Of a reverie I vividly dreamed
In the days before summer begins
I sit in my balcony garden
Watching the trees sway in the breeze

And here
 † † Amid the plants and the flowers
I spend hours grilling, thinking, reading and writing
 † †Until my heart is content
I discover myself just a little more everyday
Amidst the blossoming buds in May

Itís in these days in this daze when I find inspiration
A mini vacation away from all the drudgery
I find appreciation
Where I get to relax in the garden of life
 † † In what my wife set up as a small escape
An oasis if you will
Where I can vent and create

The season is changing
The air is getting warmer
The hot summer days are approaching
But the blue skies of late spring
 † † Bring a nostalgic thought
Leaving me aching for words to spill

And though it may be small
 † † Itís a big place for me
I bloom among the flowers in my balcony
Composing with optimism
 † † That the world will get better
As long as we work toward it and believe
So I sit in the garden
 † † Writing
 † † † † †With determination and hope
In these last days of Spring
Written by wallyroo92
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poetOftragedy
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South Africa
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I'm who I'm

I'm not defined by my birth right.
I'm not defined by my parents.
I'm not defined by my color.
I'm not defined by my race.
I'm not defined by my sex, age, weight nor my height.
I'm defined by my choices.
I choose my thoughts.
I choose my own religion.
I choose my vogue, my trend.
I choose to be loyal to my dreams.
I choose those I call my friends.
I choose my path to my own destiny
And yes.
I have made choices I've come to regret.
And made some that make me happy.
And I have made some that make me wanna hide my head in shame.
And I have also made some choices that makes me feel alive.
Maybe the choices I've made don't appeal to you.
Maybe these choices makes you hate me.
And maybe they're what makes you love me.
And sometimes this choices are all I have.
And sometimes this choices are all I need.
I'm who I'm.
Because of the choices I've made.
So cast your stones and cast your judgments.
You don't make me who I'mÖ.
Written by poetOftragedy
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DanielChristensen
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The Fire Elemental
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Seconded mightily as I soar through the sky in the wake of Mjolnir!

Okay I'm actually wearing jean shorts before I get proper dressed in suit and tie to go shopping anon, but I am riding the lightning in spirit!

Thank you everyone for these awesome entries and I can't wait to see who comes out as king of the poetry gods! (In this particular instance. No pressure.)

eswaller
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Where I Bloom From

I bloom from all the cracks in the sidewalk  
And where people step all over me, but do  
Not take the time to admire the little things.  

I bloom from the imperfections people balk  
At and are too scared to see. I bloom into  
Words flowers are jealous of. One springs  

And blooms from all the light, but I bloom  
From the darkness too. I bloom from the ash  
As it led me to have new skin, hope, and life.  

I bloom from a sacred and protective womb.  
I bloom from the choices that left me to crash  
And burn, but allowed me to learn in strife. †

I bloom from the words, torn and tattered,  
But yet it is poetry that becomes my savior †
When I still would have been too broken or  

Hurt to move on. I bloom from the splattered  
Messes. I bloom from my success and failure.
Lastly, I bloom from everything people ignore.
Written by eswaller
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Phantom2426
Phantom2426
Francisco J Vera
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Bloom Doom

Grew up the youngest
of three blooming brothers
Spreading my petals
everywhere I went
but trouble kept
getting my petals
stuck because of my
Oldest brother's problems
But now my petals are
holding because of
this frenzy shit the
goverments/spooks created
I am tired of this and me
being my Oldest Brother's Keeper
So plesse let my petals go do
Their blooming
Written by Phantom2426 (Francisco J Vera)
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PoetsRevenge
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Bloom, You Must

'My sole employment is, and scrupulous care,  
 To place my gains beyond the reach of tides,'  

†† † † † † † † †- Henry David Thoreau  


I am rooted in such grief  
as fate's sour stream e'er runs beneath  
to carry all the world's runoff,  
flowing wide beyond belief.  

In ev'ry man resides this place  
wherein his mind has fallen from grace;  
the hand that brought him far away  
is too the same as new found foray.  

Oh, stems that bore such heads of gold  
to rise above the ways of old,  
e'er forth to bloom you must,  
would every bee betray that trust.  

'Tis the root of everything  
that comes to light in what sorrow brings;  
perhaps it lands so far away  
blown as seeds to sovereign ways.  

And there, shall every answer be  
blooming amongst both rock and tree  
and I, denouncing conformity  
shall bloom alone, †
my mind e'er free.  

†† † .....
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