Poetry competition CLOSED 17th February 2021 8:19pm
WINNER
LunaGreyhawk (Miss_Jenn_Leigh)
LunaGreyhawk (Miss_Jenn_Leigh)
angry women
Poetry Contest Description
unchain your inner feminist
lads ladies and non binary daisies
i am no longer the wide eyed ingenue that arrived here pushing elbows with the big boys, letting male writers who drink cigarettes and smoke whiskey tell me how to write.
not that they didn’t help me some, but i owe no one.
that is to say, i owe fealty to no one.
whatever makes you angry as women, i want to hear about it.
to avoid confusing the boomers with newfangled terminology like “trans” “intersex” and “intersectional” this competition is open to all but i as a judge am looking for a unique feminine voice. something to bear in mind.
and so, we starve
i am no longer the wide eyed ingenue that arrived here pushing elbows with the big boys, letting male writers who drink cigarettes and smoke whiskey tell me how to write.
not that they didn’t help me some, but i owe no one.
that is to say, i owe fealty to no one.
whatever makes you angry as women, i want to hear about it.
to avoid confusing the boomers with newfangled terminology like “trans” “intersex” and “intersectional” this competition is open to all but i as a judge am looking for a unique feminine voice. something to bear in mind.
and so, we starve
Magdalena said:Are older poems allowed?
absolutely, this is a bit of a free-for-all charge. so as many entries as you like and as old as the hills themselves will be allowed.
obviously if i see one person posting ten in a row I’ll very likely ignore them completely but i think you should be ok there mags x
absolutely, this is a bit of a free-for-all charge. so as many entries as you like and as old as the hills themselves will be allowed.
obviously if i see one person posting ten in a row I’ll very likely ignore them completely but i think you should be ok there mags x
anna_grin said:
absolutely, this is a bit of a free-for-all charge. so as many entries as you like and as old as the hills themselves will be allowed.
obviously if i see one person posting ten in a row I’ll very likely ignore them completely but i think you should be ok there mags x
Great stuff, thank you anna x
absolutely, this is a bit of a free-for-all charge. so as many entries as you like and as old as the hills themselves will be allowed.
obviously if i see one person posting ten in a row I’ll very likely ignore them completely but i think you should be ok there mags x
Great stuff, thank you anna x
blah...
we played games with time
and i was a passing fucking moment
bruised at your whim, never as perfect
as the character you impersonated
we weren't amazing, not really
the impression left behind from your force
aged and became less of an empty space
my sophistication became a fist
we played games with time
and i was a passing fucking moment
bruised at your whim, never as perfect
as the character you impersonated
we weren't amazing, not really
the impression left behind from your force
aged and became less of an empty space
my sophistication became a fist
The only other one I can find for now x
diary entry "i wish i was a conker"
1981 peeled me like acidic fruit, slowly and painfully
may was the hand that took my flesh
and june the jaws that consumed me
those months after were vultures circling
i lay there for the beaks and claws, for the end
winter was the rage in my fist, and i snapped the neck
of every day for making time so fucking tragic
i tried to cremate myself under the sun
but the rain fell to the floor like the tears i never shed
diary entry "i wish i was a conker"
1981 peeled me like acidic fruit, slowly and painfully
may was the hand that took my flesh
and june the jaws that consumed me
those months after were vultures circling
i lay there for the beaks and claws, for the end
winter was the rage in my fist, and i snapped the neck
of every day for making time so fucking tragic
i tried to cremate myself under the sun
but the rain fell to the floor like the tears i never shed
Anonymous
Related submission no longer exists.
Moving The Kilos
Hotel Nacional de Cuba
Havana, Cuba
Where the fuck is he!
Two more minutes than this fuck feels my steel heat
Impatiently waiting for my point, A man to deliver the fucking Keys
Been held up in this hotel room for days
Dodging the scent of the FBI, CIA, and the fucking DEA
Blackberry steadily vibrating
This better be this motherfucker, delays I ain’t anticipating
“Speak bitch.”
Caller reciting code name, pop pop for any suspected snitch
Where the fuck is my Dope!
You come up short again, Glock dreams with no remaining hope
You know who the fuck I am
The silent nun runner, deadlier than the Son of Sam
Quiet footsteps in this life I dance
Command and take your ass out on a demand
You cross my money, my peeps
In the middle of the night, your blood shall seep
Six feet under for your homies to weep
Sweet as a kitty cat in the day, poisonous bitch under the blanket of night
I need fucking clearance out of here on my private jet flight
Small bills, use the drone to fly that taste in
No time for the man to get suspect of this nun’s deadly sins
As discussed, pure and uncut
I have issues of no humanly trust
On the mean streets, one hit, this dope is known as the nose’s lust
Now get me the fuck out of here, and meet me with my blow
No questions asked, I got the dollars and the pesos
Get me on USA soil to move this weight beyond the borders
Connections waiting in Mexico, New York, and Key West Florida
These fuckers here got me straight up paranoid
I need to be accounted for on Monday, I got a presentation to present to my Board
Now let’s do this
And this time no Bonnie and Clyde shell casing dropping bullshit
Sirens howling in the distance background
If heat goes down
Keep mouth close, and give up no fucking sounds
Blackberry finally silenced
Money, dope, bitches, moving it comes down to self-reliance
Moving to the window, glancing out, eyes scanning around
No retreat, no surrender, I stand my motherfucking ground
Grabbing my Glock, my Uzi kissing each for luck
Taking me down, not an option, fuck
Havana, Cuba
Where the fuck is he!
Two more minutes than this fuck feels my steel heat
Impatiently waiting for my point, A man to deliver the fucking Keys
Been held up in this hotel room for days
Dodging the scent of the FBI, CIA, and the fucking DEA
Blackberry steadily vibrating
This better be this motherfucker, delays I ain’t anticipating
“Speak bitch.”
Caller reciting code name, pop pop for any suspected snitch
Where the fuck is my Dope!
You come up short again, Glock dreams with no remaining hope
You know who the fuck I am
The silent nun runner, deadlier than the Son of Sam
Quiet footsteps in this life I dance
Command and take your ass out on a demand
You cross my money, my peeps
In the middle of the night, your blood shall seep
Six feet under for your homies to weep
Sweet as a kitty cat in the day, poisonous bitch under the blanket of night
I need fucking clearance out of here on my private jet flight
Small bills, use the drone to fly that taste in
No time for the man to get suspect of this nun’s deadly sins
As discussed, pure and uncut
I have issues of no humanly trust
On the mean streets, one hit, this dope is known as the nose’s lust
Now get me the fuck out of here, and meet me with my blow
No questions asked, I got the dollars and the pesos
Get me on USA soil to move this weight beyond the borders
Connections waiting in Mexico, New York, and Key West Florida
These fuckers here got me straight up paranoid
I need to be accounted for on Monday, I got a presentation to present to my Board
Now let’s do this
And this time no Bonnie and Clyde shell casing dropping bullshit
Sirens howling in the distance background
If heat goes down
Keep mouth close, and give up no fucking sounds
Blackberry finally silenced
Money, dope, bitches, moving it comes down to self-reliance
Moving to the window, glancing out, eyes scanning around
No retreat, no surrender, I stand my motherfucking ground
Grabbing my Glock, my Uzi kissing each for luck
Taking me down, not an option, fuck
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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The Beginning Of The Nun Runner
Moving the Kilos II
Havana, Cuba
Moving the Kilos
Hum, who would ever suspect, a sexy stripper in tow
Moving currency from sunrise to sunset for you
You fuck me over, Glock and Beretta holes, your just due
Looking down at my platinum Rolex
Then my Blackberry screen, no fucking text as of yet
Where the fuck is this nigga, who thinks his gangsta ass is John Gotti
Who assume I am beneath him, his crew just because I’m a butter rum hottie
On my way to meet my connection at the agreed private landing strip
No time for any delays from the FBI, CIA, or getting caught up in any DEA bullshit
I just want to make it back in one piece in the comforts of New York, then get me some weakening tender tongue licks
Where to ma’am
Just keep driving, and when I say stop, brakes you slam
So, no questions amigo just keep moving until I say stop
Continue to drive faster if I say the scene looks hot
Yes ma’am
My Blackberry finally vibrating, looking down at my screen, well hot dam
Speak and make the syllables roll quick
What! My nose candy is the pure shit
Guaranteed to get any fuck, straight up lit
So, come correct, I have no time for this
My boy gave you his highest praise, but if you a snitch
Your severed body parts will be found in a motherfucking ditch
Now, shut the fuck and listen bitch
I need you to move this weight along
I did give your boy a sample utilizing that drone
I need to be in the sky, once my stilettos steps onto tarmac
It was hell getting out that sweltering hotel room, I had to watch my own fucking back
X marking the devil’s spot
I got the keys, the money, you come up short, bullets with no name will drop
Ma’am...ma’am
What motherfucker!
This bitch I’m talking to think they’re dealing with some type of city sucker
We got problems, just up ahead, pirates, and strapped to their hips is some serious looking heat
Wha…what the fuck! Dammit! You got to be kidding me, I smell a set up before my private meet
Wait until I catch up with that bastard, his blood from his heart, I will slowly drain in my cup
Cuba, and this bad ass luck
Lifting my skirt, pulling out my Beretta 3032 Tomcat from out my leg holster in anger
Checking the chamber
Those fucks are looking for somebody’s head
I guess it’s time they feel the burn of my hollow-point lead
Lifting my Blackberry, Gee, I’m blindly rolling into trouble here
Are you serious! Where the fuck are you! And is the coast clear
I need more guns, the Cartels
Cartels! What the hell!
Those back-stabbing fucks are known to take what’s not theirs
True that, but I refuse to go home empty handed while cruising in the air
I got you sexy, me and my boys have some government issued toys
Then blow some shit up and make some noise
Can you hold out until my crew can get you some cover
I have no fucking choice, and hurry the fuck up, these greedy bastards are starting to hover
Fuck! I need your boys to get me out this shit
No doubt, a bloodbath if so, and the last man standing, will not be those dicks
I need guns, a Kevlar vest, a tinted Hummer, some grenades and the straight shots from the bullets of a G-man hit
Shit!
Moving the Kilos
Hum, who would ever suspect, a sexy stripper in tow
Moving currency from sunrise to sunset for you
You fuck me over, Glock and Beretta holes, your just due
Looking down at my platinum Rolex
Then my Blackberry screen, no fucking text as of yet
Where the fuck is this nigga, who thinks his gangsta ass is John Gotti
Who assume I am beneath him, his crew just because I’m a butter rum hottie
On my way to meet my connection at the agreed private landing strip
No time for any delays from the FBI, CIA, or getting caught up in any DEA bullshit
I just want to make it back in one piece in the comforts of New York, then get me some weakening tender tongue licks
Where to ma’am
Just keep driving, and when I say stop, brakes you slam
So, no questions amigo just keep moving until I say stop
Continue to drive faster if I say the scene looks hot
Yes ma’am
My Blackberry finally vibrating, looking down at my screen, well hot dam
Speak and make the syllables roll quick
What! My nose candy is the pure shit
Guaranteed to get any fuck, straight up lit
So, come correct, I have no time for this
My boy gave you his highest praise, but if you a snitch
Your severed body parts will be found in a motherfucking ditch
Now, shut the fuck and listen bitch
I need you to move this weight along
I did give your boy a sample utilizing that drone
I need to be in the sky, once my stilettos steps onto tarmac
It was hell getting out that sweltering hotel room, I had to watch my own fucking back
X marking the devil’s spot
I got the keys, the money, you come up short, bullets with no name will drop
Ma’am...ma’am
What motherfucker!
This bitch I’m talking to think they’re dealing with some type of city sucker
We got problems, just up ahead, pirates, and strapped to their hips is some serious looking heat
Wha…what the fuck! Dammit! You got to be kidding me, I smell a set up before my private meet
Wait until I catch up with that bastard, his blood from his heart, I will slowly drain in my cup
Cuba, and this bad ass luck
Lifting my skirt, pulling out my Beretta 3032 Tomcat from out my leg holster in anger
Checking the chamber
Those fucks are looking for somebody’s head
I guess it’s time they feel the burn of my hollow-point lead
Lifting my Blackberry, Gee, I’m blindly rolling into trouble here
Are you serious! Where the fuck are you! And is the coast clear
I need more guns, the Cartels
Cartels! What the hell!
Those back-stabbing fucks are known to take what’s not theirs
True that, but I refuse to go home empty handed while cruising in the air
I got you sexy, me and my boys have some government issued toys
Then blow some shit up and make some noise
Can you hold out until my crew can get you some cover
I have no fucking choice, and hurry the fuck up, these greedy bastards are starting to hover
Fuck! I need your boys to get me out this shit
No doubt, a bloodbath if so, and the last man standing, will not be those dicks
I need guns, a Kevlar vest, a tinted Hummer, some grenades and the straight shots from the bullets of a G-man hit
Shit!
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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