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faithmairee
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 29th Aug 2012
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Poetry Contest

Submit one poem on any subject (nothing vulgar) that you believe is the best poem you have ever written.

This is your time to shine! Good luck and have fun! You have one week.

Update 8/31/20 : I am thrilled to see how many members have joined this competition. The quality of work being submitted so far is truly amazing!
There is still time left if you haven't entered the competition to do so. Good luck everyone!

Phantom2426
Francisco J Vera
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 25th Jan 2020
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Poetry Goddess

To my poetry goddess
You are out there  
I'm waiting for
Your words of wisdom
ignite the fire of these
words to get back
on track to writing
the words that will  
make your heart  
melt like butter
so that I can be  
my normal romantic  
poet who enjoys
the naughty and
sexual things in Life
Written by Phantom2426 (Francisco J Vera)
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Darkpoetria
DarkOakPoetry
Twisted Dreamer
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Joined 22nd Sep 2019
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Adzy
Twisted Dreamer
United Kingdom 4awards
Joined 13th Feb 2016
Forum Posts: 38

Domestic

Another night, another fight
I'm in my room, I'm full of fright
So much stress, so much pain
I wish it all would go away

Do you even care what you've done?
You hurt your wife, your daughter and son!

Another night, another fight
Kick and scratch, claw and bite
Why did you cheat, why did you lie?
You make me sick, you make me cry

Do you even care what you've done?
You hurt your wife, your daughter and son!

Another night, another fight
He throws a left, he throws a right
A broken nose, a bruise and scar
Is this the night that it goes too far?

This shit's been going on for far too long
It's time for you to pay for what you've done!

Another night, another fight
This is it, it ends tonight
You've gotten on my very last nerve
You're gunna get, what you deserve

Do you even care what you've done?
You hurt your wife, your daughter and son!
We're not taking your shit no more
Tonight you're gunna wind up on the floor!
Written by Adzy
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Ahavati
Tyrant of Words
United States 116awards
Joined 11th Apr 2015
Forum Posts: 14270

Milestone

I.    
 
I turned 60 this morning—finally  
3:33 AM—because I couldn’t wait  
until sunrise to be born
nor calm weather—    
but a storm of magnitude  
beating hospital windows;    
and noisy generators    
restoring power to wards    
   
I was naturally a second child  
forced into first position  
by the death of a sister    
   
I never had a hometown  
  nor friends from birth—    
we relocated constantly    
 
I've done the marriage thing
  followed by divorce, amicably—
continued on my own solitarily  
   
Now, in the time a leaf hits the ground—      
  that quick! 60 Autumns have passed;    
and, I am blessed, with zero regrets    
   
That is the power  
  of forgiving yourself for mistakes—
letting go of what you cannot have    
   
II.      
   
I may pass-over tomorrow;  
  but, I will leave experienced  
having known children—    
  and children's children    
upon these ever-aging knees      
   
I have accomplished great things  
through protest and advocacy;    
   
a medical clinic will outlive me—    
  saving lives along the way;    
as will the dental, decades    
  beyond death; skeletal smiles  
testaments to healthy teeth    
   
historic landmarks will remain—    
their iconic presence solidifying skylines:    
the great Loray and Chronicle cotton mills    
  now family townhomes    
  and festive event halls    
   
Yet, all of those are just doings  
   
III.  
   
My greatest achievement  
and legacy is relinquishing control;    
  overcoming insecurity—      
that fear of being Loved    
wholly for yourself—      
  due to feelings of unworthiness    
 dominating reason    
   
We all know Loving is easy—    
  giving to others natural  
innate as breathing  
   
But, receiving—opening up—    
trusting another with our truth    
  is difficult to master  
  because it takes trust in our self    
   
We don’t see it that way  
  because we’re looking out  
toward that person we want  
  amid circumstance we face  
   
There is nothing I can say    
  that will magically transform    
your heart from a defensive rampart—    
  you can only lower the drawbridge    
through personal experience    
   
I can, however, sow a seed. . .  
    
IV.  
   
Tell yourself, every day    
  you trust what you feel in your gut—  
balance that with thought;    
  not the reverse  
feeling always comes first—    
 protect your spirit    
 from your mind    
   
Know you will survive    
  when ( not if ) your heart breaks—    
learn the language of pain  
  it will teach you of red flags:  
    warning, danger, are we having fun  
    repeating our patterns yet. . .
 
   
Try again; and, again—    
  try so much you become numb  
until you barely remember    
  red except for lipstick you don;    
  or, matching nail polish;    
   
until you are moving forward    
  regardless of the pain  
until you’re not choking on rejection;  
but, rejecting instead—    
  regardless who your truth may hurt    
   
You have an obligation to Love—  
  to be honest above all else    
that you are liberated from fear;    
  air your secrets—forgive missteps    
  trust yourself to survive the worst    
   
Because you will. . .I know  
   
I finally turned 60 this morning;  
  and, there is no greater reason to live  
than Loving and being Loved in return    
    
I wish this for everyone    
~
Written by Ahavati
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 9th Nov 2015
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Dark Love, Sleepless Night

 
( a double Sonnet )  

I stand before this soul of mourning stars  
That drift within the bound’ries of my heart.  
To ever show the light my open scars,  
And keep desire stilled when we’re apart.  
 
To separate the nature of my pain  
While even in a crowd I am alone.  
Forbidden tears ignite and fall as rain,  
But never will they see a love that’s flown.  
 
Determined, the inclusion of my truth,  
The heaven-sent of you is ever near.  
And driven by the beauty of our youth,  
A reckless, hopeful, carefree, happy year!  
 
I only hope for love, I won’t pretend.  
To have it for a day, to never end.  
 
 It was the moon that overflowed with milk,  
And kept the atrium of night awake.  
While pouring out my grief in shades of silk,  
You looked on mockingly then turned away.  
 
A chrysalis, I bled with every sting,  
A deity, the dignity you bore.  
And yet, from pillars of each broken wing,  
I heard you weep across a barren shore.  
 
A morning rise of oranges from a tree,  
The moon becomes an apple as it sets.  
Below, among the shells of sand’s debris,  
The stillborn tides of day will soon forget.  
 
When love is dark it blends in with the night,  
So when love cannot sleep the moon is bright.  
 
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
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wallyroo92
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 11th July 2012
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Jakob the Dragon

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MaryWalker
Fire of Insight
United States 3awards
Joined 20th Mar 2015
Forum Posts: 225

[ Tolkien ] Eowyn's Song

       
Running, I sprint          
dashing into war          
not in want to make a name for myself    
           
Leaving such a fool's misguided folly          
to the unrequited sycophantic          
        
No opportunity for despair          
fewer moments to spare for melancholy        
       
Unwavering is the gilded blade          
I wield impossibly in the frantic          
        
Charging through collapsing lines          
fury of axe upon tin shield          
Flaming volley raining down          
Death everywhere on battlefield          
        
Dodging poisoned tips of spears          
becoming painfully numb to my fears          
as I watch yet another mother's son          
die within the prime of his years          
        
A weaving of mist, ash, fume---         
I choke for breath in the woolen air          
before me as if a bloody, swollen wound          
nursed without any tender care          
        
Too late for any promises to keep          
as I venture deep into the foray          
to find more of my kin          
have come to lay          
dead and broken          
        
Their fate?        
An eternal sleep          
blanketed by this awful burial shroud          
     
It takes everything in me to carry on        
lamenting the fallen        
and through tears          
        
I wail aloud          
        
Now you shall taste          
the deadly kiss of this blade          
Far from timid lass          
I am no servant maid          
The mold of my destiny          
long ago was cast;          
forged for battle      
I was made          
        
And if I remain standing          
when darkness has passed          
in fleeting moments of life      
your very last        
     
if your ego is that demanding          
take it as an insult to your pride             
wear it like a crown          
on this very day    
         
you will have died          
        
Under dawning sky          
when morning star comes around          
you may shatter my bones      
but I will not break          
No swinging hammer shall ever    
bring me down        
if any can          
        
In a lifetime spent unafraid to die          
lived quietly in the shadows of men          
now hear the rage in my voice      
my battle cry      
          
hear it loud          
suffer me now          
        
I am no man    
     
 
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PsycoticMastermind
Thought Provoker
United States 2awards
Joined 20th Mar 2015
Forum Posts: 209

[2015] White Noise

      
I scream;              
larynx tearing at the seam              
             
Trying to shout;              
only choked warblings come out              
             
I dream;              
nightmarish world crowding all about              
             
Me?              
Will I wake up?              
Unsettling, doubt        
creeps into this ...              
             
dome              
             
Sad place you call,      
       
Home              
             
where playground grass        
never is growing;        
an artificial turf untouched        
by children in to-ing and fro-ing              
             
Quothing, the Raven sings              
crowing his Edgar Allen Poe-ing              
upon entering the Story Space              
and bursts into flame -             
shrieking              
shriking              
plummeting to the ground---              
charred beak, singed feathers              
landing upon my face                
             
White Noise;              
deadly radius of superficial static              
while locked away in dusty attic:              
vibration unvocalized into words              
             
White Noise;            
spiraling down from the sky              
lame magpied fried---            
scorched scores of dying blackbirds              
             
I fail to scream              
This is where sonnetry goes to die!              
             
Can't shout              
Where lyricality commits suicide!              
             
Trapped inside              
youth crying to be let out              
bloodying their crippled fists              
against rusty hinged attic doors              
             
Through cobwebbed keyholes              
wild eyed blind boys peep              
while the pigeon-toed deaf girls              
weep              
             
White Noise!              
Where the locals can be heard              
discouraging poetry from being              
put forth into word              
broadcast as song              
pretending life is normal              
as if nothing is wrong              
all along            
going about their lives              
chanting         
White Noise        
             
Impenetrable is the sound barrier              
White Noise      
              
Downing any feathered message carrier              
White Noise          
               
Death to each and every dirty bird              
White Noise          
         
Drowning out the ugly truths              
desperate to be seen and heard          
            
White Noise        
       
   
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Magnetron
Fire of Insight
United States 6awards
Joined 20th July 2014
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[ The Muse(s) ] Wisdom And Blessings

      
For many years I sat      
under a banyan tree      
 
waiting      
 
for the mysteries of the Universe      
to avail themselves to me      
     
The only wisdom I gained      
from the entire experience was      
     
it was no mystery that I      
ended up covered in bird shit      
     
The only blessing I gained      
as a result of sitting there      
with sparrows shitting in my hair      
before flying away?      
     
You      
     
came along today      
offering an umbrella      
the pleasure of your company      
and encouragement      
to keep trying      
     
   
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Anarchitect
Twisted Dreamer
United States 1awards
Joined 21st Apr 2015
Forum Posts: 105

[2017] Poetry Without Reservations

       
Things have got to change      
Things have got to change      
Can't take this same shit      
different day banality      
anymore      
     
Familiar to strange      
From familiar to strange      
Stepping out into traffic      
Exit the revolving door      
     
Free my mind      
from this reality designed      
by its control freak Architects      
with their agents of      
imbalanced checks      
     
To hell with what      
everyone else expects---      
It's not about taking chances      
Its all about      
l i v i n g  in the moment      
     
free versed      
     
gone off the grid      
     
Poetry without reservations      
     
I'm fucking first      
said Ego to the Id      
     
Poetry without reservations      
     
Poetry      
without      
reservations      
     
 
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Gahddess_Worship
Osomajestuoso
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 21st Aug 2013
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BEL CANTO

Life’s breath
from deep inside
upward it climbs
by diaphragm propelled
‘cross thrumming chords
tune formulates
dynamics modulate
 
Melodious missile
through troubadour lips explodes
notes off walls ricochet
penetrating hearts
bombarding souls with rhythm
 
Aural possession
causing smiles to grow
toes to tap, fingers to snap
crystal tears to flow
happy hands to clap
 
Storytelling vibrations
propagate messages
of peace, love, pain
sensuality, rebellion
 
To bind wounds
be continually resurrected
from the misery
the tedious doldrums
of this terrestrial existence
for all this do I sing
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Poems4me
Thought Provoker
United States
Joined 22nd July 2020
Forum Posts: 69

Good Men Still Exist

 

Greatness in the form of a spiritual being
Outstanding conversation and wonderful company
Opens doors all the time
Dedicated to love and family

Making time for his lady
Exerting confidence and dominance
Never listening to nonsense

Staying focused on his dreams
Thankful for everything that comes his way
Illuminating positive vibes
Leader of the family
Lovable at all times

Extremely protective of who he loves
Xenodochial
Independent in every way
Stable enough to make sure all the bills can be paid
Thorough about all decisions made
Written by Poems4me
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