Poetry Pride Protest Contest
Poetry Contest Description
Be a Proud Poet Celebrating Your Free Speech!
As many poems as you like.
Just know this...
You want to hold our attention.
Boring Biden Style
(subjectively speaking)
ain’t gonna get people to read
or comment
Let alone change
...anything
Get your power out there.
Don’t water it down.
Just know this...
You want to hold our attention.
Boring Biden Style
(subjectively speaking)
ain’t gonna get people to read
or comment
Let alone change
...anything
Get your power out there.
Don’t water it down.
I AM They that Pluck Yew - Saying Pluck off - with ALL ten Fingers!
First things first
a muzzle won’t do
I have a hijab for yew
It doesn’t make sense
to deface the image
of God in us
Pointless threats
and attacks
my impetus
to shout down
megaphones
of self-destruct
Stick to doing
righteous things
standing tall
a muzzle won’t do
I have a hijab for yew
It doesn’t make sense
to deface the image
of God in us
Pointless threats
and attacks
my impetus
to shout down
megaphones
of self-destruct
Stick to doing
righteous things
standing tall
Written by EdibleWords
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Heaven Bent on Change
Will this be
the death of
oppression
or will oppression
be selected for
a few serfs to dish?
Seattle was fun
until someone
lost an I
It’s not funny anymore...
Chaz and other places
need to be cancelled
...with the shooting
on the streets...
Chopped up white girls
on the piers in garbage bags...
Animals did that
because it took the girls
longer to die
Exhausted police
aren’t facing “protest”
anymore
but sheer terror
the death of
oppression
or will oppression
be selected for
a few serfs to dish?
Seattle was fun
until someone
lost an I
It’s not funny anymore...
Chaz and other places
need to be cancelled
...with the shooting
on the streets...
Chopped up white girls
on the piers in garbage bags...
Animals did that
because it took the girls
longer to die
Exhausted police
aren’t facing “protest”
anymore
but sheer terror
Written by EdibleWords
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Corona Virus is a Crisis
Corona virus is a crisis?
Worse than Influenza-A?
Don’t trust the bias news folk buy us
Cable news and old cliches!
This ain’t the plague, make no mistake
Except, for what “They” make of it
While congress fakes are on the take
And hide the crimes that they commit
They shot the wad on pork and fraud
To make us think they care for us
As we applaud the news facade
Of scofflaws who are treasonous!
The swamp exposed—our world explodes!
They’ve mobilized the whole deep-state!
Trump struck a nerve, must be deposed
Deplorables, all locked in place!
With faces straight they mock our fate
Distracting us from what is true
With toilet paper as the bait
As Marxists cheer on Sandy’s crew
The free world crushed as truth is hushed
Elites will never take a fall
In God we trust! They’re so corrupt
Too Late! We should have hung ‘em all!
Worse than Influenza-A?
Don’t trust the bias news folk buy us
Cable news and old cliches!
This ain’t the plague, make no mistake
Except, for what “They” make of it
While congress fakes are on the take
And hide the crimes that they commit
They shot the wad on pork and fraud
To make us think they care for us
As we applaud the news facade
Of scofflaws who are treasonous!
The swamp exposed—our world explodes!
They’ve mobilized the whole deep-state!
Trump struck a nerve, must be deposed
Deplorables, all locked in place!
With faces straight they mock our fate
Distracting us from what is true
With toilet paper as the bait
As Marxists cheer on Sandy’s crew
The free world crushed as truth is hushed
Elites will never take a fall
In God we trust! They’re so corrupt
Too Late! We should have hung ‘em all!
Written by ReggiePoet
(Reggie)
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Another Suitcase
Another grand speech in a boring town hall
Won’t solve the world’s problems today
We’ve grown too enamored of media brawls
And corruption inside the beltway
Another news pollster committing his fraud
He convinced me to love what I hate
But I’ve learned that our media is just a facade
For elites in control of the state
Another suitcase in another hall
So what happens now? Do you care?
I’ve come to care more that his government falls
Than I did for our doomed love affair
Call me in three months, and I’ll be fine
After Hill’ throws her hat in the ring
When I'll drink all the Kool-Aid that I’ve been assigned
Cowering under an angel’s left wing
Mark my words: Hillary Clinton will announce her candidacy before the end of October, probably within days after the next debate on October 15.
OK, OK I was wrong. I now believe she will skip all the primaries entirely and try to get the nomination at a brokered convention.
Won’t solve the world’s problems today
We’ve grown too enamored of media brawls
And corruption inside the beltway
Another news pollster committing his fraud
He convinced me to love what I hate
But I’ve learned that our media is just a facade
For elites in control of the state
Another suitcase in another hall
So what happens now? Do you care?
I’ve come to care more that his government falls
Than I did for our doomed love affair
Call me in three months, and I’ll be fine
After Hill’ throws her hat in the ring
When I'll drink all the Kool-Aid that I’ve been assigned
Cowering under an angel’s left wing
OK, OK I was wrong. I now believe she will skip all the primaries entirely and try to get the nomination at a brokered convention.
Written by ReggiePoet
(Reggie)
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Children of the Dirt
Do not forget the children of the dirt
Their suffering pervades all history
We claim they don’t exist, our eyes avert
And mask our shame with high-brow sophistry
They labor out of sight and out of mind
Their childhood wasted, making master’s wealth
Rejected by the rest of humankind
Who cares about their nourishment, or health?
Their school—a sweatshop, mine, or factory floor,
Or muddy field or desert, dry and hot!
And little boys are forced to fight in wars—
Instead of playing games, they’re getting shot!
When children, by the millions, are abused,
By God Almighty, we shall stand accused!
Written by ReggiePoet
(Reggie)
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First love...
She’s like a breeze in springtime
her eyes like pools of blue
her hair like wheat in sunshine
it shines like morning dew.
her footsteps soft as winter snows
her touch is soft as kittens fur
her smile is like the sun just rose
and shadows bound that regal nose.
But the voice, so soft, so like a song
the ships of yore drawn to that shore
her lips that sing and call to me
I’m drawn to her, I resist no more.
We kiss, I’m lost, my mind explodes
I’m doomed like ships, within her spell
The world is gone, and I am left
to hold the kiss, the wishing well.
her eyes like pools of blue
her hair like wheat in sunshine
it shines like morning dew.
her footsteps soft as winter snows
her touch is soft as kittens fur
her smile is like the sun just rose
and shadows bound that regal nose.
But the voice, so soft, so like a song
the ships of yore drawn to that shore
her lips that sing and call to me
I’m drawn to her, I resist no more.
We kiss, I’m lost, my mind explodes
I’m doomed like ships, within her spell
The world is gone, and I am left
to hold the kiss, the wishing well.
Written by anvinvil
(Anvillan)
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Adolescent Dreamer...
Oh, would that the words
from this page could rise
up and paint me the picture
they portray.
Then, whisk me away
and surround me with
their promise of love
and safety.
Words are my friends,
keeper of my dreams.
They walk with me in the
realm of fantasy.
They support me on
stormy seas. They give
me hope that someday,
someday will come.
Take me from this world
of daily sameness into
your world of wonder
and challenge.
People look but don’t see,
people hear but don’t listen
In your world, all things are possible.
I can be me.
from this page could rise
up and paint me the picture
they portray.
Then, whisk me away
and surround me with
their promise of love
and safety.
Words are my friends,
keeper of my dreams.
They walk with me in the
realm of fantasy.
They support me on
stormy seas. They give
me hope that someday,
someday will come.
Take me from this world
of daily sameness into
your world of wonder
and challenge.
People look but don’t see,
people hear but don’t listen
In your world, all things are possible.
I can be me.
Written by anvinvil
(Anvillan)
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Quintessential Omens
In the night of autumn calm
quiet of the fallen leaves
yet with love in your eyes
with quintessential omens
As the silence is magic
to my ears with a renaissance
in the forest of the oaks
and spawning of the acorns
As your breath touch my lips
with quintessential omens
and flutes of the meadowlark
with golden wings
Like an angel in flight
a mythical dream so beautiful
in the night of autumn calm
quiet of the fallen leaves
quiet of the fallen leaves
yet with love in your eyes
with quintessential omens
As the silence is magic
to my ears with a renaissance
in the forest of the oaks
and spawning of the acorns
As your breath touch my lips
with quintessential omens
and flutes of the meadowlark
with golden wings
Like an angel in flight
a mythical dream so beautiful
in the night of autumn calm
quiet of the fallen leaves
Written by adagio
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We Are Autism
We are human
Of sorts
In mutated form
A minority
That is growing
Finding a voice
We exist
Despite attempts
To change our identity
The purpose of inclusion
Is to educate
Not eradicate
So with open minds
Open hands
We bare our souls everyday
It’s a hard thing to do
Explaining how you function
To everyone you meet
Constantly jumping through
Hoops designed
To normalise us
Who are we?
We are part of new sub culture
We are Autism
We are self aware
Yet deemed lacking
Cause we operate differently
Our focus
Develops passions
That colour the world
Don’t dull our brush
Or the vibrancy
Will be lost among the grey
Of sorts
In mutated form
A minority
That is growing
Finding a voice
We exist
Despite attempts
To change our identity
The purpose of inclusion
Is to educate
Not eradicate
So with open minds
Open hands
We bare our souls everyday
It’s a hard thing to do
Explaining how you function
To everyone you meet
Constantly jumping through
Hoops designed
To normalise us
Who are we?
We are part of new sub culture
We are Autism
We are self aware
Yet deemed lacking
Cause we operate differently
Our focus
Develops passions
That colour the world
Don’t dull our brush
Or the vibrancy
Will be lost among the grey
Written by AspergerPoet56
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Radio Autism
This is Radio Autism
Calling out to the world
Is there anybody out there?
We are on frequency
Just listen to what we have to say
It’s no mystery
We do speak a normal language
Turn the dial
Feel our rhythm
Out on the airwaves
Make a connection
Hear the beat of our weirdness
We might be out of step
But if you catch the hook
The music is the same
Don’t be scared to tune in
Radio Autism is a different sound
An alternative view
Of what goes on
In this ever changing world
Calling out to the world
Is there anybody out there?
We are on frequency
Just listen to what we have to say
It’s no mystery
We do speak a normal language
Turn the dial
Feel our rhythm
Out on the airwaves
Make a connection
Hear the beat of our weirdness
We might be out of step
But if you catch the hook
The music is the same
Don’t be scared to tune in
Radio Autism is a different sound
An alternative view
Of what goes on
In this ever changing world
Written by AspergerPoet56
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Our Voice Is A Vacuum
The restless nightmares
On this ship of fools
Sailing aimlessly on the ocean
Of bigotry and ignorance
Don’t want to be here
Faceless culprits
Promoting hatred of difference
To a disgusting degree
Trapped within the label given
Chained to the name
Of the doctor who helped classify us
For nazi extermination
Stand back look past the ribbon
The colourful fluttering distracts
Conform misfits or be cast out
This is the only acceptance
Our voice is a vacuum
Held under pressure
No mercy for faltering
Amongst perfection
On this ship of fools
Sailing aimlessly on the ocean
Of bigotry and ignorance
Don’t want to be here
Faceless culprits
Promoting hatred of difference
To a disgusting degree
Trapped within the label given
Chained to the name
Of the doctor who helped classify us
For nazi extermination
Stand back look past the ribbon
The colourful fluttering distracts
Conform misfits or be cast out
This is the only acceptance
Our voice is a vacuum
Held under pressure
No mercy for faltering
Amongst perfection
Written by AspergerPoet56
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Through The Looking Glass
Is there a better time than the dark, to sit at a desk and scribble? Without a moon or stars. Just frost at the window of the widower's abode. Writing:
"Through the looking glass of frosted cataracts
Reflecting my past of memories tied in a bow..."
Placing my pen back in the well, I stepped to the door. Seeing the night, like never before. Freed from the guilt of her passing. I moved through endless galleries of my mind. The night was chilled and the moon was pale on the moors. A cacophony of silence bellowed the wind. Sticking to the window as frost. It was as if the season was out of turn. Gazing over the plain where I have seen rainbows over her grave.
Yet I felt a breath of fear, deepening the shade of night's shadow. Perhaps only the serpents of my mind were yawning.
" But! Is it my mind or my I? "Is it my imagination or angina causing my anxiety? Are the ghosts on the moors making the night colder?" As I shuddered with anticipation of the pain. Chained to my thoughts stepping back into the world of blurred words.
But it felt like something more, like someone more. Suddenly my skin felt the heat of her hand, though nothing was there. Without warning, her breath on my neck sent a shiver down my spine. An unexpected longing filled my loins and my ability to tell the difference between reality and fantasy ceased to exist.
My mouth was invaded by a tongue I couldn't see. A taste tormenting me, seducing me, making the need that I had so neatly tucked away, come crashing to the surface, like waves upon a shore. My breathing hitched as my body responded to my desire for her. I felt though my heart was breaking all over again until she sighed and placed my hand upon her breast.
As my hand enveloped her delicate flesh, a translucent figure appeared before me.
She was panting and needy as she whispered, “Once more darling, please, once more.”
Her lustrous hands made quick work of my trousers as she led me to the bed that she had not graced with her presence for so long. The sheets seem to invite her back within their folds and me along with her. And though her figure was still but shadowy, she emanated heat which defied logic. I was completely naked and vulnerable as she led my rigid shaft into wetness that didn't seem possible. My cock had not been firm like this since she left me alone in this world. My lust, which had abandoned me, now coursed wildly through my veins as my need for her grew along with my length and girth.
Without warning, I was completely engulfed by this ghostly seductress as she rode my aching manhood like a jockey riding a steed. Again, and again, she impaled herself on me, as her all but transparent cunt fucked my cock like a whore.
“Once more, darling, please, once more,” she begged again. She continued to use me to pleasure herself. I could feel her slick walls swell as her arousal heightened until her orgasm struck her as she cried out words that I didn’t understand. I felt my balls tighten as my sperm was ready to fill her. I exploded deep inside her, but the moment I did, she was gone. I was utterly alone, covered in my own cum, left to wonder if I had imagined her or if I had gone completely mad.
Then I looked to the window again and saw her ghostly figure, looking at me with eyes shining bright. Before she turned to ascend back into the night sky, she stopped for a moment and whispered, “Thank you, darling, thank you for loving me just once more.”
"With pages of love letters in a portmanteau, And a pressed bouquet turning to crumble"
"Through the looking glass of frosted cataracts
Reflecting my past of memories tied in a bow..."
Placing my pen back in the well, I stepped to the door. Seeing the night, like never before. Freed from the guilt of her passing. I moved through endless galleries of my mind. The night was chilled and the moon was pale on the moors. A cacophony of silence bellowed the wind. Sticking to the window as frost. It was as if the season was out of turn. Gazing over the plain where I have seen rainbows over her grave.
Yet I felt a breath of fear, deepening the shade of night's shadow. Perhaps only the serpents of my mind were yawning.
" But! Is it my mind or my I? "Is it my imagination or angina causing my anxiety? Are the ghosts on the moors making the night colder?" As I shuddered with anticipation of the pain. Chained to my thoughts stepping back into the world of blurred words.
But it felt like something more, like someone more. Suddenly my skin felt the heat of her hand, though nothing was there. Without warning, her breath on my neck sent a shiver down my spine. An unexpected longing filled my loins and my ability to tell the difference between reality and fantasy ceased to exist.
My mouth was invaded by a tongue I couldn't see. A taste tormenting me, seducing me, making the need that I had so neatly tucked away, come crashing to the surface, like waves upon a shore. My breathing hitched as my body responded to my desire for her. I felt though my heart was breaking all over again until she sighed and placed my hand upon her breast.
As my hand enveloped her delicate flesh, a translucent figure appeared before me.
She was panting and needy as she whispered, “Once more darling, please, once more.”
Her lustrous hands made quick work of my trousers as she led me to the bed that she had not graced with her presence for so long. The sheets seem to invite her back within their folds and me along with her. And though her figure was still but shadowy, she emanated heat which defied logic. I was completely naked and vulnerable as she led my rigid shaft into wetness that didn't seem possible. My cock had not been firm like this since she left me alone in this world. My lust, which had abandoned me, now coursed wildly through my veins as my need for her grew along with my length and girth.
Without warning, I was completely engulfed by this ghostly seductress as she rode my aching manhood like a jockey riding a steed. Again, and again, she impaled herself on me, as her all but transparent cunt fucked my cock like a whore.
“Once more, darling, please, once more,” she begged again. She continued to use me to pleasure herself. I could feel her slick walls swell as her arousal heightened until her orgasm struck her as she cried out words that I didn’t understand. I felt my balls tighten as my sperm was ready to fill her. I exploded deep inside her, but the moment I did, she was gone. I was utterly alone, covered in my own cum, left to wonder if I had imagined her or if I had gone completely mad.
Then I looked to the window again and saw her ghostly figure, looking at me with eyes shining bright. Before she turned to ascend back into the night sky, she stopped for a moment and whispered, “Thank you, darling, thank you for loving me just once more.”
"With pages of love letters in a portmanteau, And a pressed bouquet turning to crumble"
Written by adagio
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Peachy Cool Arrow
The deceiver, the usurper, the traitor and wanna be dictator
Tries to spread his lies wanting to be idolized in his throne
But the fascist punk is power drunk and wants more…power
Unaware his derriere looks bigger in pampers and it’s well known
This cheating Cheeto cheapens the honor of the highest office
With paranoid rants like outbursts from an emotional high school girl
No it’s worse, little baby in his bunker hunkers down in a tantrum
While he’s being ridiculed and laughed at by the rest of the world
Sorry, but that is not a political party, it’s more of a crazy cult
They relish in hatred like hellish demons who can’t be persuaded
Brainwashed is more likely the term to describe their behavior
But they’ll never believe it because they have been indoctrinated
And still the bitch likes to tend to the rich which it’s so apparent
He’s more concerned about the economy than people’s lives
He’s no leader, he’s just a puppet placed by the powers that be
Denying the science and facts while letting the nation’s citizens die
He has no concern other than for himself and his rich friends
He’s fixated with ratings or what people are watching and seeing
He’s dumb, greedy and unkind but the reality of it is…
This man, deep down, is just not a good human being
He’s oblivious to how much the world dislikes him, maybe he doesn’t care
Whatever it is, I don’t give a damn so he can just drink the bleach
It sounds like us Spanish speakers are calling him a peachy cool arrow
Translation: fucking asshole, so I say it to celebrate my free speech
Written by wallyroo92
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