Poetry competition CLOSED 24th August 2020 3:49pm
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wallyroo92
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Poem Title Challenge Part Two
An Echo from the Past and Beautifully Broken
(a double sonnet)
He is a young man still coming of age
But he likes to dwell in a fantasy
At times it’s become difficult to gauge
How deep his emotions are lost at sea
But he loves to hold on to these old things
Carrying a burden that he won’t cast
Wearing his divorced parents’ wedding rings
‘Round his neck like an echo from the past
He’s a dreamer of love long lost and gone
A nostalgic of days he can’t recall
A broken home will leave a child withdrawn
Building up stonewalls that will never fall
Life is a river of unforeseen turns
Sometimes it pleases and sometimes it burns…
…And yet his condition gives him an edge
He processes things in a different way
It’s as if his newest passion and pledge
Lets him stay focused without any sway
He’s able to shut down many other things
But sometimes these blinders won’t help the youth
And yet once he’s able to spread his wings
The view up there will let him see the truth
For now he’ll walk that long and lonely road
Reliving the past and burning with rage
Until he forgives - he’ll stay in this mode
As the young man is still coming of age
For all the dreams and fantasies spoken
He’s a bright soul, beautifully broken
He is a young man still coming of age
But he likes to dwell in a fantasy
At times it’s become difficult to gauge
How deep his emotions are lost at sea
But he loves to hold on to these old things
Carrying a burden that he won’t cast
Wearing his divorced parents’ wedding rings
‘Round his neck like an echo from the past
He’s a dreamer of love long lost and gone
A nostalgic of days he can’t recall
A broken home will leave a child withdrawn
Building up stonewalls that will never fall
Life is a river of unforeseen turns
Sometimes it pleases and sometimes it burns…
…And yet his condition gives him an edge
He processes things in a different way
It’s as if his newest passion and pledge
Lets him stay focused without any sway
He’s able to shut down many other things
But sometimes these blinders won’t help the youth
And yet once he’s able to spread his wings
The view up there will let him see the truth
For now he’ll walk that long and lonely road
Reliving the past and burning with rage
Until he forgives - he’ll stay in this mode
As the young man is still coming of age
For all the dreams and fantasies spoken
He’s a bright soul, beautifully broken
Written by wallyroo92
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Beautifully Broken
"The world breaks everyone, and afterword,
some are stronger at the broken places" -
Ernest Hemingway
Dear Ernest was being truthful
in his dimpled simple way
when he did say
how we all break under the world
But the message then pearled
within the shell
is the real surprise
of how we can rise
How each broken shard
that some might discard
can be fused
later reused
Because of its strength
of its new length
to help us raise
ourselves renewed in praise
Perhaps even more pretty
like a rundown city
burnt to a sullen ash
yet reemerging from the flash
some are stronger at the broken places" -
Ernest Hemingway
Dear Ernest was being truthful
in his dimpled simple way
when he did say
how we all break under the world
But the message then pearled
within the shell
is the real surprise
of how we can rise
How each broken shard
that some might discard
can be fused
later reused
Because of its strength
of its new length
to help us raise
ourselves renewed in praise
Perhaps even more pretty
like a rundown city
burnt to a sullen ash
yet reemerging from the flash
Written by LilDragonFly
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Chained Heart
The truth is I wanted you from day one,
But my heart was chained and on the run
When it came down to love. Because who
Would love me as I can never have you?
I would have jumped over the fence and
Straight into your arms as you will stand
There waiting for me, but I was too afraid
To take the big jump. In my soul I prayed
For someone like you, but my heart has
Been played for far too long to know topaz
Or gold. My heart could never appreciate
Real love. He broke my love. I would hate
Him for that, but I realized you were never
Going to be like him. You were really clever
Enough to realize I have been down this
Road and I want love that will never fizz,
Fade or die in the middle of summer or
Winter. The truth is I can no longer ignore
My heart that has always been chained
And betrayed. I want it to be unstained
And tell the truth it yearns to speak about.
My heart is wanting, without any doubt,
To fly free among the soaring airplanes
And birds. It wants to feel the sun and rain
In its spidery veins. My heart always fills
The space or void with sounds. It still will
Carry a heartbeat for those who are weak
And broken. It aches to talk and speak
From beyond its chained fence. It just
Needs a helping hand that will hold trust
Easily like you easily held me when things
Were falling apart and love does not sting.
But my heart was chained and on the run
When it came down to love. Because who
Would love me as I can never have you?
I would have jumped over the fence and
Straight into your arms as you will stand
There waiting for me, but I was too afraid
To take the big jump. In my soul I prayed
For someone like you, but my heart has
Been played for far too long to know topaz
Or gold. My heart could never appreciate
Real love. He broke my love. I would hate
Him for that, but I realized you were never
Going to be like him. You were really clever
Enough to realize I have been down this
Road and I want love that will never fizz,
Fade or die in the middle of summer or
Winter. The truth is I can no longer ignore
My heart that has always been chained
And betrayed. I want it to be unstained
And tell the truth it yearns to speak about.
My heart is wanting, without any doubt,
To fly free among the soaring airplanes
And birds. It wants to feel the sun and rain
In its spidery veins. My heart always fills
The space or void with sounds. It still will
Carry a heartbeat for those who are weak
And broken. It aches to talk and speak
From beyond its chained fence. It just
Needs a helping hand that will hold trust
Easily like you easily held me when things
Were falling apart and love does not sting.
Written by eswaller
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Anonymous
Even though it might come as a surprise to some, I'm scaredy cat by nature (when it comes to highlighting ANY of what I write) when it comes to entering these competitions. Delving into them is a total white knuckle challenge for me... lol.
I know that's pretty hilarious, yet sadly true.
(ridiculously insecure Blue!) I force myself to enter, in hopes I challenge myself and grow from the experience.
I'm just giving you a shout out of 'Thanks' for running the comp and giving me another opportunity to 'grow a pair' and stop being such a baby... lol hahaha
I appreciate greatly!
best -
B
I know that's pretty hilarious, yet sadly true.
(ridiculously insecure Blue!) I force myself to enter, in hopes I challenge myself and grow from the experience.
I'm just giving you a shout out of 'Thanks' for running the comp and giving me another opportunity to 'grow a pair' and stop being such a baby... lol hahaha
I appreciate greatly!
best -
B
I am here to help authors and poets developing writing voice and their passion I use these to challenge poets to tap into your creative juices and let them flow and create art on the canvas and let the fire burn from deep within the imagery and painting vivid images in words just step out of your comfort zone and let the pen take over you and don't be of the unknown
