Poetry competition CLOSED 12th September 2020 6:55am
WINNER
Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
RUNNERS-UP:
PittinixDesigns
and Valeriyabeyond
All Is Loneliness
Drink your memory back
Every night I come home
To an empty silent house
No calls on the phone
No reason to go out
Light a candle, watch it burn
Pour a drink in a dirty glass
Try to drink away the hurt
And bring your memory back
Well I lost you long ago
And cannot get you back
Now the only relief I know
Is to drink your memory back
To an empty silent house
No calls on the phone
No reason to go out
Light a candle, watch it burn
Pour a drink in a dirty glass
Try to drink away the hurt
And bring your memory back
Well I lost you long ago
And cannot get you back
Now the only relief I know
Is to drink your memory back
Written by Kaden_Malis
(Kaden Malis)
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Lonliness is Committed To Me
Consecrate,
my loneliness by
the fireside, where harmony circles,
with the East wind,
over blackened seas
that roar, for endless hours, upon days.
Bury my lonely ways
in silence, with
the sound of stillness,
beneath carved
monoliths that bear
the philosophy
of my youth.
I need no one
Let the gullible
sing my dirge, without emotion, covered
in the robe of winter,
over gray grasses with sharp edges slicing
their needs when
they try to flee.
I want to hear them blaspheme prayer
for the loss of my once rooted hope,
it's timid steps I
thought appeared
graceful now fallen
upon open wasteland
Swallow me,
let me steep in
the smell of the
undying where pale
stars loose their
shine behind muted shades of a once
happy moon
Rebirth me
like she is, solitary,
yet never lonely.
I watch her descend
with evening over
ground where solemn pine rots.
I will overlook serenity and dream of that, too soft downy skin
I once touched.
Unite me with my one wish that is to be alone yet never lonely.
my loneliness by
the fireside, where harmony circles,
with the East wind,
over blackened seas
that roar, for endless hours, upon days.
Bury my lonely ways
in silence, with
the sound of stillness,
beneath carved
monoliths that bear
the philosophy
of my youth.
I need no one
Let the gullible
sing my dirge, without emotion, covered
in the robe of winter,
over gray grasses with sharp edges slicing
their needs when
they try to flee.
I want to hear them blaspheme prayer
for the loss of my once rooted hope,
it's timid steps I
thought appeared
graceful now fallen
upon open wasteland
Swallow me,
let me steep in
the smell of the
undying where pale
stars loose their
shine behind muted shades of a once
happy moon
Rebirth me
like she is, solitary,
yet never lonely.
I watch her descend
with evening over
ground where solemn pine rots.
I will overlook serenity and dream of that, too soft downy skin
I once touched.
Unite me with my one wish that is to be alone yet never lonely.
Written by Valeriyabeyond
(Dhyana)
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When Loneliness Takes Over
Every day she puts on a brave smile,
But no one notices the loneliness she
Feels steeping into her bones late at
Night when there is no one else to talk
To. Every day it always the same cycle
Over and over again like a dishwasher
Or washing machine that will not stop
Running. No one realizes she misses
Someone who will hold her tight and
Keep the bad nightmares away. She
Laughs but no one is there to laugh
At her silly and corny jokes. No one
Is there to come home to and vent to
About her bad day at work. No one is
There to love and to have for the rest
Of her days. People come and go, but
No one stays long enough to ask if she
Is really okay, past all the smiles and
The tears she keeps trying to hold in.
Her loneliness is at the bottom of the
Glass as she is drinking away the pain
And sorrow she feels in the pit of her
Stomach. No one sees the loneliness
In her eyes that used to shine with so
Much brightness and hope. She never
Wanted to feel pity from others, just
Understanding that it a cold and lonely
World sometimes. She looks into the
Mirror and I look right back at her.
But no one notices the loneliness she
Feels steeping into her bones late at
Night when there is no one else to talk
To. Every day it always the same cycle
Over and over again like a dishwasher
Or washing machine that will not stop
Running. No one realizes she misses
Someone who will hold her tight and
Keep the bad nightmares away. She
Laughs but no one is there to laugh
At her silly and corny jokes. No one
Is there to come home to and vent to
About her bad day at work. No one is
There to love and to have for the rest
Of her days. People come and go, but
No one stays long enough to ask if she
Is really okay, past all the smiles and
The tears she keeps trying to hold in.
Her loneliness is at the bottom of the
Glass as she is drinking away the pain
And sorrow she feels in the pit of her
Stomach. No one sees the loneliness
In her eyes that used to shine with so
Much brightness and hope. She never
Wanted to feel pity from others, just
Understanding that it a cold and lonely
World sometimes. She looks into the
Mirror and I look right back at her.
Written by eswaller
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Disconnected
No one sees me,
I move through this world
a ghost.
My invisibility
of my own making,
humble,
introverted,
unassuming.
Steps
leaving no markings
of my passage.
My meals taken
in solitary confinement.
My fellow employees
less than acquaintances,
me a paper cut out
on the wall.
Even in the bright lights
of day
I am the shadow
on the ground.
Totally disconnected
from the house
I live in.
At night
I listen to my wife’s
soft snoring,
wide awake in my
loneliness
I move through this world
a ghost.
My invisibility
of my own making,
humble,
introverted,
unassuming.
Steps
leaving no markings
of my passage.
My meals taken
in solitary confinement.
My fellow employees
less than acquaintances,
me a paper cut out
on the wall.
Even in the bright lights
of day
I am the shadow
on the ground.
Totally disconnected
from the house
I live in.
At night
I listen to my wife’s
soft snoring,
wide awake in my
loneliness
Written by Sunwolfe1745
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Every day
I really miss you.
Every day.
It hurts.
Every day.
I become less.
Every day.
I am still breathing.
Every day.
I still love you.
Every day.
I still cry.
Every day.
I can cry now.
Every day.
For the competition All is loneliness --> this is an actual email I had sent a few days ago to my ex who broke my heart a month ago
Every day.
It hurts.
Every day.
I become less.
Every day.
I am still breathing.
Every day.
I still love you.
Every day.
I still cry.
Every day.
I can cry now.
Every day.
For the competition All is loneliness --> this is an actual email I had sent a few days ago to my ex who broke my heart a month ago
Written by OmenisNemo
(Allie)
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Solitude
In this room...
It's blistered cardboard walls
And a monotonous bulb
Guttering above me
Like a flickering 60 watt sun
That forgot to shine
Surrounded by the scent
Of stale cigarettes
And the scattered remnants of nightmares
Footsteps outside my door
Disembodied fragments of men
Scurrying down infinite corridors of solitude
Leaning out my window
Into the sprawling urban night
The wafting bouquet of garbage
And the relentless symphony
Of sirens and screams
The hooker on the corner
Pacing her purgatory of sidewalks
With absent feline grace
I light my last cigarette
Burning my throat and stomach
Blowing smoke rings of oblivion
Towards the bulging cracked ceiling
Scrawling desperate verse
To a love in a far distant place
Wondering if she'll ever reach me
Amidst this wreckage and ruin.
One day they'll find me
My silent pen caught in stigmata death grip
With nothing but tattered notebooks
And scattered throwaways
To mark my earthly sojourn.
It's blistered cardboard walls
And a monotonous bulb
Guttering above me
Like a flickering 60 watt sun
That forgot to shine
Surrounded by the scent
Of stale cigarettes
And the scattered remnants of nightmares
Footsteps outside my door
Disembodied fragments of men
Scurrying down infinite corridors of solitude
Leaning out my window
Into the sprawling urban night
The wafting bouquet of garbage
And the relentless symphony
Of sirens and screams
The hooker on the corner
Pacing her purgatory of sidewalks
With absent feline grace
I light my last cigarette
Burning my throat and stomach
Blowing smoke rings of oblivion
Towards the bulging cracked ceiling
Scrawling desperate verse
To a love in a far distant place
Wondering if she'll ever reach me
Amidst this wreckage and ruin.
One day they'll find me
My silent pen caught in stigmata death grip
With nothing but tattered notebooks
And scattered throwaways
To mark my earthly sojourn.
Written by ENOONMAI
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My Lonely Heart
I sit quietly in the corner alone and hang my head in forlornness.
My lonely heart languishes for romance and companionship.
I have an urge to be intimate with someone of the opposite sex.
Is there not a single girl in the world who wishes to be with me?
Someday I shall find her even if she is far beyond the ocean.
And as long as she does not change, we will have a lasting love.
Tonight I worry once again, and I wonder how long I shall suffer.
A shooting star appears while I gaze at the heavens above.
I close my eyes and I envision a lovely girl standing in front of me.
I picture us with a perfect love, she loves me and I love her.
And I foolishly hope she will still be there when I open my eyes.
O Lord, please send this sweet and loving girl into my world.
They say that love is the most powerful thing in the universe,
Yet I cannot seem to find a girl to love me with sincerity.
Things never worked out with any of the girls I have loved before,
So I must turn to the girl who I fell in love with in my imagination.
Though she exists only in my head, I desire her charm and her love.
And I wish my erotic fantasies about her could turn into reality.
This is a boring life, I feel so discouraged, especially at bedtime.
I caress the soft pillow beside me as if it were a feminine body.
I deceive myself with the idea of loving the girl of my dream.
And I have an illusion that dreams can somehow come true.
I am waiting for her to come out of my dream and be with me,
But I am so far from realism as the planets are light years apart.
I believe that she is my only chance to experience happiness.
One day she will rush to my side and take away my sadness.
I would give anything for her love or even the touch of her hand.
In my sleep I stretch out my hands to feel her smooth, tender skin.
I have never wanted anything as badly as I want her love.
And I would rather have her in dreams than not have her at all.
This obliging cutie is always hanging around in my thoughts.
I can tell that she has a lonely heart and she needs love as I do.
She is seriously interested in me and she has a good motive.
Whenever I want to see her I just daydream or fall asleep.
I believe that she will materialise even if it does not happen soon,
So I shall keep dreaming about her until she becomes real.
Deceptive and manipulative girls heartlessly toyed with my emotion.
These heartbreakers and users merely feigned affection for me.
Nobody knows the pain of loneliness that I have borne silently.
I depend on the girl of my dream cos only she understands me.
My lonely heart is a consequence of solitude and unfulfilled desires.
And it appears that I shall never get the love I need so desperately.
My lonely heart languishes for romance and companionship.
I have an urge to be intimate with someone of the opposite sex.
Is there not a single girl in the world who wishes to be with me?
Someday I shall find her even if she is far beyond the ocean.
And as long as she does not change, we will have a lasting love.
Tonight I worry once again, and I wonder how long I shall suffer.
A shooting star appears while I gaze at the heavens above.
I close my eyes and I envision a lovely girl standing in front of me.
I picture us with a perfect love, she loves me and I love her.
And I foolishly hope she will still be there when I open my eyes.
O Lord, please send this sweet and loving girl into my world.
They say that love is the most powerful thing in the universe,
Yet I cannot seem to find a girl to love me with sincerity.
Things never worked out with any of the girls I have loved before,
So I must turn to the girl who I fell in love with in my imagination.
Though she exists only in my head, I desire her charm and her love.
And I wish my erotic fantasies about her could turn into reality.
This is a boring life, I feel so discouraged, especially at bedtime.
I caress the soft pillow beside me as if it were a feminine body.
I deceive myself with the idea of loving the girl of my dream.
And I have an illusion that dreams can somehow come true.
I am waiting for her to come out of my dream and be with me,
But I am so far from realism as the planets are light years apart.
I believe that she is my only chance to experience happiness.
One day she will rush to my side and take away my sadness.
I would give anything for her love or even the touch of her hand.
In my sleep I stretch out my hands to feel her smooth, tender skin.
I have never wanted anything as badly as I want her love.
And I would rather have her in dreams than not have her at all.
This obliging cutie is always hanging around in my thoughts.
I can tell that she has a lonely heart and she needs love as I do.
She is seriously interested in me and she has a good motive.
Whenever I want to see her I just daydream or fall asleep.
I believe that she will materialise even if it does not happen soon,
So I shall keep dreaming about her until she becomes real.
Deceptive and manipulative girls heartlessly toyed with my emotion.
These heartbreakers and users merely feigned affection for me.
Nobody knows the pain of loneliness that I have borne silently.
I depend on the girl of my dream cos only she understands me.
My lonely heart is a consequence of solitude and unfulfilled desires.
And it appears that I shall never get the love I need so desperately.
Written by PittinixDesigns
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