Poetry competition CLOSED 17th January 2021 1:16pm
WINNER
javalini
javalini
RUNNER-UP:
DaisyGrace
Triolet
Anonymous
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Sing an advent song
As I sing my lonely advent song
echoes of the year come back, to possess
its tune floats like solitary swan
as I sing my lonely advent song
time without you, so prolonged
stalled beating wings, to do ones best
as I sing my lonely advent song
echoes of the year come back, to possess
A soloist, alone in my confound
in foolhardiness, my broken heart, protest's
no loving arms, now me surround
a soloist, alone in my confound
as life will have its up's and downs
without the charms of love, and so distressed
a soloist, alone in my confound
in foolhardiness, my broken heart, protest's
Loves music swamps , leaves me drowned
a choir of one and always out of pitch
the duet, missing you so much around
loves music swamps , leaves me drowned
mistakes, no more on me rebound
seek a new love, one who will bewitch
loves music swamps , leaves me drowned
a choir of one and always out of pitch
echoes of the year come back, to possess
its tune floats like solitary swan
as I sing my lonely advent song
time without you, so prolonged
stalled beating wings, to do ones best
as I sing my lonely advent song
echoes of the year come back, to possess
A soloist, alone in my confound
in foolhardiness, my broken heart, protest's
no loving arms, now me surround
a soloist, alone in my confound
as life will have its up's and downs
without the charms of love, and so distressed
a soloist, alone in my confound
in foolhardiness, my broken heart, protest's
Loves music swamps , leaves me drowned
a choir of one and always out of pitch
the duet, missing you so much around
loves music swamps , leaves me drowned
mistakes, no more on me rebound
seek a new love, one who will bewitch
loves music swamps , leaves me drowned
a choir of one and always out of pitch
Written by slipalong
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Anonymous
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DEADLINE (triolets in 3rd person)
he wondered why he always choked
when deadlines loomed, the words dried up
he cursed and stood and lit a smoke
he wondered why he always choked
when bills were due and he was broke
he sipped cold coffee from his cup
he wondered why he always choked
when deadlines loomed, the words dried up
he paced the hall and rubbed his pate
and studied names in his book rack
"all hooked," he thought, "the writer's fate"
he paced the hall and rubbed his pate
and poured a drink, for it was late
and he could have a heart attack
he paced the hall and rubbed his pate
and studied names in his book rack
what to do when words won't come
smoke and fret, and pour a glass
of whiskey, gin, or wine, or rum
what to do when words won't come
he'd smoke a doob if he had some
those editors could kiss his ass
what to do when words won't come
smoke and fret, and pour a glass
when deadlines loomed, the words dried up
he cursed and stood and lit a smoke
he wondered why he always choked
when bills were due and he was broke
he sipped cold coffee from his cup
he wondered why he always choked
when deadlines loomed, the words dried up
he paced the hall and rubbed his pate
and studied names in his book rack
"all hooked," he thought, "the writer's fate"
he paced the hall and rubbed his pate
and poured a drink, for it was late
and he could have a heart attack
he paced the hall and rubbed his pate
and studied names in his book rack
what to do when words won't come
smoke and fret, and pour a glass
of whiskey, gin, or wine, or rum
what to do when words won't come
he'd smoke a doob if he had some
those editors could kiss his ass
what to do when words won't come
smoke and fret, and pour a glass
Written by javalini
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Anonymous
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Anonymous
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Triolets of Passion I
the mystic golden hue
ohh! my dear sweet amber
yet, I have got no clue?
the mystic golden hue
it’s time I paid my dues
sweet passion of September
the mystic golden hue
ohh! my dear sweet amber
feel the skin for all it’s softness
feel the touch for it’s smoothness
devour the succulent in all darkness
feel the skin for all it’s softness
tasting a fruit with all its madness
oh! sweet Amber my dear sweetness
feel the skin for all it’s softness
feel the touch for it’s smoothness
the fruit of passion, its a mouthful
tearing into the fruit, its so sinful
breaking it apart, ohh so wonderful
the fruit of passion, its a mouthful
the triolets of passion, it is eventful
the store of the underground, how fruitful
the fruit of passion, its a mouthful
tearing into the fruit, its so sinful
ohh! my dear sweet amber
yet, I have got no clue?
the mystic golden hue
it’s time I paid my dues
sweet passion of September
the mystic golden hue
ohh! my dear sweet amber
feel the skin for all it’s softness
feel the touch for it’s smoothness
devour the succulent in all darkness
feel the skin for all it’s softness
tasting a fruit with all its madness
oh! sweet Amber my dear sweetness
feel the skin for all it’s softness
feel the touch for it’s smoothness
the fruit of passion, its a mouthful
tearing into the fruit, its so sinful
breaking it apart, ohh so wonderful
the fruit of passion, its a mouthful
the triolets of passion, it is eventful
the store of the underground, how fruitful
the fruit of passion, its a mouthful
tearing into the fruit, its so sinful
Written by XiaoLong
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Triolets Of Passion II
the zest of desire, my racy pulse’s is for hire
freckles I beckon, sweet nectar I reckon
Ohh.. she gives me fuel, yeah.. she gives me fire,
the zest of desire, my racy pulse’s is for hire
triolets of passion, taste me however you desire
the scent of a sweet fruit, my heart is it’s beacon
the zest of desire, my racy pulse’s is for hire
freckles I beckon, sweet nectar I reckon
light me up, embracing the flame
tear me up, in the end the game is fame
sweet Amber the passion fruit, that’s it’s name!
light me up, embracing the flame
devour it gently or violently, there is no shame
taste the triolets and for no one is to blame
light me up, embracing the flame
tear me up, in the end the game is fame
all these desires, i feel my knees buckle
postulated moments, lay nothing to waste
passion may lead me to all sorts of trouble
all these desires, i feel my knees buckle
golden hue of succulence, it’s pleasure a chuckle
maybe it is pure haste, for the fruit that I yet to taste
all these desires, i feel my knees buckle
postulated moments, lay nothing to waste
freckles I beckon, sweet nectar I reckon
Ohh.. she gives me fuel, yeah.. she gives me fire,
the zest of desire, my racy pulse’s is for hire
triolets of passion, taste me however you desire
the scent of a sweet fruit, my heart is it’s beacon
the zest of desire, my racy pulse’s is for hire
freckles I beckon, sweet nectar I reckon
light me up, embracing the flame
tear me up, in the end the game is fame
sweet Amber the passion fruit, that’s it’s name!
light me up, embracing the flame
devour it gently or violently, there is no shame
taste the triolets and for no one is to blame
light me up, embracing the flame
tear me up, in the end the game is fame
all these desires, i feel my knees buckle
postulated moments, lay nothing to waste
passion may lead me to all sorts of trouble
all these desires, i feel my knees buckle
golden hue of succulence, it’s pleasure a chuckle
maybe it is pure haste, for the fruit that I yet to taste
all these desires, i feel my knees buckle
postulated moments, lay nothing to waste
Written by XiaoLong
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Love Is Dead And Makes No Sound
A Love lays dead upon the ground
B His heart has been ripped out yet again
A Pride rarely even makes a sound
A Love lays dead on the ground
A Faith is nowhere to be found
B Nowhere to be seen is love's young friend
A Love lays bleeding upon the ground
B His heart has been ripped out yet again.
B His heart has been ripped out yet again
A Pride rarely even makes a sound
A Love lays dead on the ground
A Faith is nowhere to be found
B Nowhere to be seen is love's young friend
A Love lays bleeding upon the ground
B His heart has been ripped out yet again.
Written by WordWeaver
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DaisyGrace said:https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/406473-across-the-stars/
Thanks for your entry, DG!
Thanks for your entry, DG!
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I hope this is third person enough Jack, if not, no worries.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/406724-rebirth-of-she/
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/406724-rebirth-of-she/
