Poetry competition CLOSED 2nd September 2020 11:18am
WINNER
wallyroo92
wallyroo92
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Poem Title Challenge Part Three Using A Picture
Poetry Contest Description
Paint a picture with your words I am going to post a picture you draw inspiration and through your poem it will tell story through your words
You Will Be Judged on the title of your poem so be creative
Your wordplay
Your imagery
"Where deepness lives"
As I see you as more than a woman who has been used and abused I see through your eyes, the sadness of your heart and the aches that runs deeper than deep, as it has been broken into tiny little bits and pieces of shatter broken glass of dreams. For it is through those transcending moments, you felt lost and afraid and abandon as everything you ever though you had in a lover was gone, only to be left more alone with your silent tears as your nocturnal comfort. Along with the broken promises of an everlasting love, that you've always have dreamed about ever since you were a little girl making plans for your future. Yet as the mere tears flow from your eyes followed by the hurt and pain and suffering, I see a woman of intelligence and strength and courage. For let not your tears drown you in shame and blame as it was not your fault for let your silent tears, be your endurance and determination to overcome this love as it wasn't love. That was never yours to take nor hold or love or cherish or even grow with in growth as your own. For you are a woman worthy of being treated with respect and love and honor and devotion and self value and self worth, as a rare and real breed of a woman so sensual in mysterious ways silently awakening, the inner senses of a real and rare kind of man willing and able to love you as a WOMAN.
As I see you as more than a woman who has been used and abused I see through your eyes, the sadness of your heart and the aches that runs deeper than deep, as it has been broken into tiny little bits and pieces of shatter broken glass of dreams. For it is through those transcending moments, you felt lost and afraid and abandon as everything you ever though you had in a lover was gone, only to be left more alone with your silent tears as your nocturnal comfort. Along with the broken promises of an everlasting love, that you've always have dreamed about ever since you were a little girl making plans for your future. Yet as the mere tears flow from your eyes followed by the hurt and pain and suffering, I see a woman of intelligence and strength and courage. For let not your tears drown you in shame and blame as it was not your fault for let your silent tears, be your endurance and determination to overcome this love as it wasn't love. That was never yours to take nor hold or love or cherish or even grow with in growth as your own. For you are a woman worthy of being treated with respect and love and honor and devotion and self value and self worth, as a rare and real breed of a woman so sensual in mysterious ways silently awakening, the inner senses of a real and rare kind of man willing and able to love you as a WOMAN.
Wise Woman Born To Intercede
Wise woman strong,
born to intercede
Preparing the soil,
as seeds scattered
In silence, she prayed
Prostrate before the
Lord her God, she
cries out,
"Abba Father, King
of Kings you are
the Author and
the Finisher of
our Faith."
I petition you
in prayer
Glossalaliac utterance spilled from her
mouth, trembling,
her praise continued,
spiritual warfare had begun.
Interpretation, and discernment mixed
with exhaltation to
the All Consuming Fire The Bright
and Morningstar,
The Elohim.
Laughter, Holy laughter poured out, an inner awareness was heightened
transforming lives,
the victim now victorious, crooked paths were
made straight.
A sweet anointing was ushered in settling on those slain in the spirit who danced like David danced
A tear, from the wise woman watered the seed she watched as the Fruit of the Spirit grew filling every willing space
Love, Joy, Peace , followed by Patience, Kindness and Goodness Gentleness Faithfulness and finally Self Control
Wise woman, born
to intercede.
born to intercede
Preparing the soil,
as seeds scattered
In silence, she prayed
Prostrate before the
Lord her God, she
cries out,
"Abba Father, King
of Kings you are
the Author and
the Finisher of
our Faith."
I petition you
in prayer
Glossalaliac utterance spilled from her
mouth, trembling,
her praise continued,
spiritual warfare had begun.
Interpretation, and discernment mixed
with exhaltation to
the All Consuming Fire The Bright
and Morningstar,
The Elohim.
Laughter, Holy laughter poured out, an inner awareness was heightened
transforming lives,
the victim now victorious, crooked paths were
made straight.
A sweet anointing was ushered in settling on those slain in the spirit who danced like David danced
A tear, from the wise woman watered the seed she watched as the Fruit of the Spirit grew filling every willing space
Love, Joy, Peace , followed by Patience, Kindness and Goodness Gentleness Faithfulness and finally Self Control
Wise woman, born
to intercede.
Written by Valeriyabeyond
(Dhyana)
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To the Mothers
As apparent
As a parent
I cannot imagine the pain
Or the agony and despair a woman feels
I cannot think of the torment
A mother experiences
When her child is suddenly taken away
This is for those who have loved
From conception to birth
From early years into adolescence
Shaping and molding a young mind
A mother makes so many sacrifices
Raising her children
All the while society can be cruel
The world may portray an adult
As something else
But through the eyes of a mother -
A mother sees her child through memories
As a newborn
cooing in her arms
As a toddler
holding out their arms
Remembering
sleepless nights when the temperature was too high
laughter and giggles
kisses and embraces
eyes that lift-up the spirit
smiles that still warms the heart
But their senseless deaths rip the soul apart
This is for those mothers
Who have had their loves taken away
Who bear a pain no other mother should suffer
Who raise their voices and cry out, NO MORE!
As a parent
I cannot imagine the pain
Or the agony and despair a woman feels
I cannot think of the torment
A mother experiences
When her child is suddenly taken away
This is for those who have loved
From conception to birth
From early years into adolescence
Shaping and molding a young mind
A mother makes so many sacrifices
Raising her children
All the while society can be cruel
The world may portray an adult
As something else
But through the eyes of a mother -
A mother sees her child through memories
As a newborn
cooing in her arms
As a toddler
holding out their arms
Remembering
sleepless nights when the temperature was too high
laughter and giggles
kisses and embraces
eyes that lift-up the spirit
smiles that still warms the heart
But their senseless deaths rip the soul apart
This is for those mothers
Who have had their loves taken away
Who bear a pain no other mother should suffer
Who raise their voices and cry out, NO MORE!
Written by wallyroo92
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A Moment I Felt Would Never Come
i.
It’s like once having known a
chronic alcoholic, which I never had,
at close quarters, which I also
never had. No more calculating
minutes, soft-boiled to hard.
Waiting till he finds the butter knife
is not with its dish, oh my God.
A ceramic coffee mug stained
with its last watermark, good Lord.
ii.
Like mix-match napkins set carefully there,
I stood in place on each black and white square
on the stage of our chess board
to which I’d record
all of the years I thought I could fix,
and spent waiting for our Apocalypse.
An echo resounding, taken aback,
off a rook and a knight carved and shellac’d.
It was then at the time, matter and mind.
both plotting revenge, if only for some,
for a moment I felt would never come.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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The winner of this competition and any runners up were decided by public vote.
Thank you to the following members for voting:
Blackdove, case28, lepperochan, Tallen, Bluevelvete, Layla, Josh, Phantom2426, badmalthus, Poems4me, Marks, PoetsRevenge, MalcolmJThePoet, MadameLavender, buddydog, Valeriyabeyond
Thank you to the following members for voting:
Blackdove, case28, lepperochan, Tallen, Bluevelvete, Layla, Josh, Phantom2426, badmalthus, Poems4me, Marks, PoetsRevenge, MalcolmJThePoet, MadameLavender, buddydog, Valeriyabeyond
I recommend reading the short story "Girl". This story https://studymoose.com/girl-by-jamaica-kincaid-essay has poetic elements of personifications and hyperbole. White is a symbolism that helps to create the image of the whole novel. The symbolism of mother and daughter helps us find biblical images.
