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Faith Elizabeth Brigham
Dangerous Mind
United States
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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!

Francisco J Vera
Tyrant of Words
United States
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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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Twisted Dreamer
United States
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Lost Thinker
United Kingdom
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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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Tyrant of Words
United States
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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    
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  
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. . .  
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 tiger
Tyrant of Words
United States
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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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Fire of Insight
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Crushing cross wired syndrome wings

When the wild eye speaks    
through werewolved harvesting moons    
Tantrum trauma eclipses      
From his chest swells a sound      
monstrous skylarks sing      
I reach for him      
My ears seeking a centered point      
within each outward spiraling wave      
Tonight I am his only witness      
"Why?" he repeats "Why.....what..."      
Tearing at the curtain  until      
it simultaneously crawls downwards      
He is strength, a warrior asking for an arrow      
"What is the world?, more than smallpox      
more than (a) plague, killing citizens      
of ancient rome?"      
"Why am I here?"      
"Am I a disease?"      
"Why do you love me"?      
"Get out! "      
Extinct me for having mercy      
within each fold of my being      
Oh humanity where has thou gone?      
Extinct me for I am my own world      
Oh ampified emptiness      
a solar singular star      
fades reversed realities
Written by RiAN
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Thought Provoker
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My Storm

You are writing up a storm,
one I want to be the eye of.
The cause of rustling leaves,
And swaying dancing trees.
I want to be the spark of it all
Your lightnings light, your thunders call.
In the rush of tumbling lines,
in the swirl of subtle rhymes.
The root of your inspiration,
your sultry muse, inspiring creations.
The wind that rips off rooftiles,
that turns your calm, wild,
stealing your voice's sound,
sweeping your feet, off the ground.
Your rush of ideas and stories,
flowing seamlessly off your keys.
Fantasies unleashed,
boundaries breeched.
You are writing up a storm,
one I want to be the eye of.
Written by HoneyLove
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Tyrant of Words
United States
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Jakob the Dragon

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Fire of Insight
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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    
Written by MaryWalker
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Thought Provoker
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White Noise

I scream;            
larynx tearing at the seam            
Trying to shout;            
only choked warblings come out            
I dream;            
nightmarish world crowding all about            
Will I wake up?            
Unsettling, doubt      
creeps into this ...            
Sad place you call,      
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 -           
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            
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            
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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Fire of Insight
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Wisdom And Blessings

For many years I sat      
under a banyan tree      
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?    
came along today    
offering an umbrella    
the pleasure of your company    
and encouragement      
to keep trying      
Written by Magnetron
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Twisted Dreamer
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Poetry Without Reservations

Things have got to change    
Things have got to change    
Can't take this same shit    
different day banality    
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    
Written by Anarchitect
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Tyrant of Words
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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
Written by Gahddess_Worship
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Thought Provoker
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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
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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