Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd September 2020 2:45pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
New Member of the Month – SEPTEMBER 2020
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Current Winners:
November 2019: LunaGreyhawk
December 2019: Rachel_Lauren
January 2020: cobralips (Abbey)
February 2020: timkit (Tim Kitchen)
March 2020: Pete82
April 2020: ravisa
May 2020: Lazy_Dead (.Julia.)
June 2020: RiAN
July 2020: syandeneJahia (sy4ndene44)
August 2020: plexus
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What’s the price of an unborn life.
What’s the price of an unborn life, you see one night a man visited me, his suit black and white. Said his name was Azreal. A confused look on my face, had to make sure I heard him right. He told me “you’re under arrest”, glance around not a cop in sight no red or blue lights. Soon had chains on my wrists I dropped to a dark abyss. The man threw me down, with a knife in hand slid the blade down my neck until he reached my chest and sliced my heart out. He then threw it in a box equipped with an eternal lock. Sent it down the river of shame filled with tears of remorse and pain as my soul burst to flames. Hear my alarm ring tears run down my face like tropical rain. See, I sold my son. The devil sent an invoice that read “you can hide but you can’t run, for the deal is done”. It’s clear for the devil had won claiming the prize of my heart, soul, and my son...... What is the price of an unborn life.—- Jared Kull
Written by Global
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Closed Eyes
It's late. On the bed's edge,
I've found my place.
The night's fallen through the glass,
to signal how the time has past.
She turns the bathroom light
off, just leaving us tonight,
to lay beside me and sleep
and slip into forever deep.
Dreams call, we live these lives
created behind closed eyes,
and somehow, even worlds away,
by sleep, I still see her face.
She smiles, eyes are auburn rings,
accepting me for everything.
And when I wake, arms around,
hold me as I come back down.
I've found my place.
The night's fallen through the glass,
to signal how the time has past.
She turns the bathroom light
off, just leaving us tonight,
to lay beside me and sleep
and slip into forever deep.
Dreams call, we live these lives
created behind closed eyes,
and somehow, even worlds away,
by sleep, I still see her face.
She smiles, eyes are auburn rings,
accepting me for everything.
And when I wake, arms around,
hold me as I come back down.
Written by snowymooncat
(Moon Atwood)
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Anonymous
Hope
my dreams hover like
chesterfield smoke clouds
in my grandmother's
inherited City Golf, but,
at every stop sign
I realize, maybe,
I'm the reason
you're still singing
life with me
and for a glimpse moment ...
hope has a longer
expiration date
chesterfield smoke clouds
in my grandmother's
inherited City Golf, but,
at every stop sign
I realize, maybe,
I'm the reason
you're still singing
life with me
and for a glimpse moment ...
hope has a longer
expiration date
Written by PurpuraBuho
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Eruption.
I was once reborn
and called chaos,
but have since
evolved.
Once a story
abandoned mid-sentence,
unfinished images left
within sepia dust,
only to be forgotten forever
like those childhood stories
of fairytales-
those lies we were taught
and led to believe
as children.
While permanent changes
began to unfold,
mistrust blooming
like an origami flower,
all within the blink of an eye.
Those stories once penned,
from blood onto parchment,
became etched within stone,
shaped to everyone else's idea
of perfection,
becoming lost within
the toxic cloud
right before eruption.
and called chaos,
but have since
evolved.
Once a story
abandoned mid-sentence,
unfinished images left
within sepia dust,
only to be forgotten forever
like those childhood stories
of fairytales-
those lies we were taught
and led to believe
as children.
While permanent changes
began to unfold,
mistrust blooming
like an origami flower,
all within the blink of an eye.
Those stories once penned,
from blood onto parchment,
became etched within stone,
shaped to everyone else's idea
of perfection,
becoming lost within
the toxic cloud
right before eruption.
Written by cerberusxmoon
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