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Where do you bloom?

Jermainesplain
Jermainesplain
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Lilac Ball Sack

My testicles smell just like flowers
I designed them that way
So burly men who suck me off
Don’t turn their nose away

They look up with a toothy smile
And ask what is that scent
Then I christen them with my holy seed
Demanding they repent

Botanical, my testicles
Your face is my receptacle
Because you are susceptible
To that fragrant lilac mist
 
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Eerie
Eerie
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Dandelion (A Study of Self)

a turbulent
sea of
vibrant,
yellow florets
grow with
natural dissipation

they never
consider that
some
find them to
be a blight upon
the civilized
palate-
an irksome weed
requiring
annihilation

despite this notion
of noxious
impropriety, there
lies a genus of
prescriptive
healing
properties

the seedhead,
a magic
wish maker, is
cunning in its
defiance- a
light wisp of
breath
scatters the
tiny pods

each land without
ceremony,
anticipating
fertile
ground with
which to germinate

it never contemplates
whether it
is beautiful or useful-
it simply continues
to grow.
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Lazy_Dead
Lazy_Dead
.Julia.
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Nature

Decades prior,    
a lonesome, delicate,        
flower sprouted.        
Spring’s intentional gift.        
       
Mother Nature,      
 prognostically planting her prodigy      
amongst the base        
of a sturdy oak tree.    
     
As a test of fate and will.        
For time would only tell,      
If the flower would simply        
wither away or        
uncover her hidden potential      
and bloom        
       
Forever cast in the shadows        
of the tree’s overwhelming shade.        
Rarely to ever feel the sunlight      
shine upon her face.        
Only quickly, fleeting rays        
dancing in and out of  leaves,        
as winds occasionally blew.        
       
Longing for sunlight,  
struggling, to maintain hope.        
Without adequate nourishment,      
fighting to sustain life,  
in a counterproductive environment,      
she only barely bloomed.        
       
Delicate,        
but not meek.        
Vulnerable,        
but not Fragile.        
       
Mother Nature always kept a watchful eye.        
Never losing faith,        
Patiently waiting for the        
maturing flower to discover      
her inner source of strength.        
       
Sure enough, in her own time,        
that clever, crafty flower,        
with her diligent will,        
dug her roots down deeper,        
plunging them into the ground below.        
       
Intertwining hers with those of the mighty oak,        
granting herself access to        
abundantly flowing nourishment,        
a source of power, far exceeding her own.        
       
Mother Nature proudly smiled        
as she watched her        
resilient flower’s preordained journey      
begin to flourish.        
Confidently, observing from a far.  
Excitedly prepared to watch        
the petals of destiny unfold.        
       
In and out of seasons.        
Weathering life’s many storms.      
Burrowing underground,        
escaping winter’s life sucking fangs.        
Rising through ice and slush,        
at springtime’s reassuring call,      
to face another shaded trip around the sun.        
       
Each time,  building strength.        
Settling in her predestined purpose,        
Accepting the responsibility      
of her  gifts.      
Gaining depth of knowledge,        
understanding the life        
flowing trough her,        
was never meant for her...      
But to be graciously outpoured  
into those fatefully lead  
to take comfort in her presence.        
       
The trees would reach their branches down, mightily stretching        
drawing near enough        
to bask in her fragrant wisdom        
       
Bees nestled in her petals        
suckling on her pollen of pain.        
From sorrowful suffering comes the sweetest,
most succulent  of nectars.        
       
Weary souls, seeking rest from        
life’s endeavors,        
would take shelter under the  
protective shade of  the oak tree.      
       
The growing flower      
sat beside them in their anguish,      
listened to their weeping,        
held their hand in times of sorrow,      
celebrated in their success,      
encouraged them through disappointments,       
and lept together in joy.      
       
Held them close during times of loneliness.        
Gently challenged perspectives  
when anger and rage burned within.        
Provided reassurance  
when fear, anxieties overwhelmed.        
Providing smiles and laughter  
to carry them through their struggles.        
       
Without hesitation,      
asking for nothing in return.  
She gave herself freely,        
without complaint.        
   
She carried the lessons    
of their stories    
But inside,  
she had her own story to tell.        
However, her voice        
was merely, a soft whisper,      
very few would ever hear.        
       
Yet, when she unearthed her voice    
and gathered courage to speak,      
Mountains trembled        
and oceans bowed at her feet.
Written by Lazy_Dead (.Julia.)
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Timagination543
Timagination543
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Echoes of You

Your ghost hides in corners of our wrinkled sheets
reaching out transparent hands to grasp at my foolishness.
 
I've never enjoyed swimming naked in guilt's sea -  
It leaves me dripping remorse.
It seems, death's formidable grip can trump a full hand  
of indifference every time.
 
The mundane, repetitious days of our existence
held me in perspective as one
too ambivalent to shake his disembodied shoulders.  
 
The scent of your demise to me seemed innocuous -
fleeting, and unable to bloom;
 
But, flowers - I've discovered - are fragile things  
that in a short period of time
can die from the slightest chill.
 
And I...unbelievably -
immersed in my neglectful, narrow corner -
unable to sympathize or relate to simple needs -
never noticed at all -
your petals -
falling one by one.
 
 
 
 
How often have men picked their flower in life only to ignore her later through the trials of marriage or courtship? Her tears like petals have fallen. Now, through her absence, he realizes too late, what he has done: Disregarded and Ignored his soul mate.
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Laluma
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Not Another Self He

I am definitely not the person I was yesterday
When I woke up today  
My life did not change  
For this I do not feel like I belong in a cage  
Where my thoughts suffer along with my doubts
With inner battles raging about in bouts  
I know that with every truth comes a way of understanding
Although this may not always hold me in good standing
I may look in the mirror
And frighten myself with shock and terror
As soon as my reflection is anywhere nearer
With that cloud having lifted the day becomes clearer
Reassured once again in the face of looming danger
Responding to it without any boiling anger  
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BigG
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Rebuilt

Failure is not measured by mistakes by oneself.
But the optimistic failings of oneself,
Don't crumble till once you've rebuilt oneself many times,
Then once more,
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UnholyCurse
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Mirey Mirfaq
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Noctis Necrophilia

In to the abyss of the night
I crave for mortal wickedness
Winter moon high in the sky
Cold wind blows from north

Her rotting aurora encircle me
I dug her and caressed her body
Her coldness pierced my skin
I’m obsessed with my Necrophilia

In this darkness, I walk alone
My thoughts hung in cruel ways
Coz My life withered ages ago
No escape from this misery




Written by UnholyCurse (Mirey Mirfaq)
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ThePoetcastProject
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Congratulations to the winner Eerie, we will be in touch shortly.

We chose this poem as we felt it went outside the box down a metaphorical route while still keeping in with the competitions theme without it becoming too obvious throughout the poem, congratulations and thank you for your submission.

Honourable mentions:

Thetravellingfairy, we really enjoyed your expression through imagery on a lyrical route which was
captivating throughout your poem, thank you very much for your submission.

Calamitygin, your narrative was strong throughout your poem and you made the imagery completely your own which oozed throughout each stanza, thank you very much for your submission.

We had a tough decision on deciding an overall winner
as all three of these poems were incredibly beautiful, so we have decided to invite the honourable mentions to record their poems for the podcast if they would like them to be featured on the podcast segments over the coming months.

Thank you to everybody for submitting
it's been a fantastic competition, stayed
tuned for the next competition release

-TPP

Eerie
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Thank you so much. This made my whole day. What an incredible honor this is.

Congratulations to Calamitygin, Thetravellingfairy and everyone who participated! Beautiful work!

Timagination543
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Eerie said:Thank you so much. This made my whole day. What an incredible honor this is.

Congratulations to Calamitygin, Thetravellingfairy and everyone who participated! Beautiful work!


Congrats, Eerie.

SatInUGal
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Congratulations E!

Eerie
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Timagination543 said:

Congrats, Eerie.


Thanks, Tim

Eerie
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SatInUGal said:Congratulations E!

Thank you, Kumar

PoetsRevenge
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Congrats, Eerie, it's a really meaningful poem with deep roots, great job :)

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