Poetry competition CLOSED 27th February 2021 4:06pm
WINNER
hemihead (hemi)
hemihead (hemi)
RUNNERS-UP:
SweetKittyCat5
and Northern_Soul
a man’s world
Anonymous
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JESSE'S SOLILOQUY
play
pretend
'til you believe
and god knows
ain't but some of it
real
and our truths
are tender just
under
the skin
where all what's meek
or mild
is kept
secret
'cause we learn
quick
that a man's a man,
strong
and swaggered,
hard clenched
and bound
to walk off his pain
and be the keeper
of all what's his
so, goddamn, baby,
let me be the keeper
pretend
'til you believe
and god knows
ain't but some of it
real
and our truths
are tender just
under
the skin
where all what's meek
or mild
is kept
secret
'cause we learn
quick
that a man's a man,
strong
and swaggered,
hard clenched
and bound
to walk off his pain
and be the keeper
of all what's his
so, goddamn, baby,
let me be the keeper
Written by javalini
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Sister
So you didn’t grasp it, the
first time, you became
a statistic at the end of his fist
…and…
went back for another round?
(Yes, he was STILL not only the asshole,
but also the hair around it.)
His balls belong in a meat grinder.
It looks like YOU might’ve grown a pair, though
(or started to)
because you left him (again)
hopefully for good (this time).
I love you, Sis, but
I really want to shake women like you
by the shoulders
and scream into your face, while
watching your head, bobble
back and forth:
“You don’t need anti-depressants
because you don’t have a boyfriend!!!”
Christ, Almighty—
what does it take
to not define yourself
based on your relationship status?
Written by MadameLavender
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Such a foolish heart
We wandered in the selfless mist
Holding each other intensely tender
Prevailing love till the lovelorn sits
Born dreams, never deserved splendor,
Such as a bitter unaquit taste
As tears shower down my face
Our most beautiful ardent embrace
My sacrificed heart aches,
Matching woman, I will never find
This bereft soul tells me to undo
The perfect crush angel in my mind
As I breathe her essence still soon,
Never an end, to cache her airy
With a hollow unstinting spot
In my universe set upon faery
The width willing a tottering heart,
So this sun sets unto a fallen night
No beloved to ever come close
Her moon to never again see rise
My soul cry, forever tarry host
Written by runaway-mindtrain
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I Gotta Good One
I can't write about how women always want to change you, rearrange you, chain you
No, I'll never say a bad word about the drama, the “I can't stand your mama”, and the trauma it causes
You'll not hear me complain about the spending, or the bills never ending
I'll never complain about her getting ready for hours, and the “why don't you buy me flowers”
Nope, not gonna talk about the “pay attention to me”, instead of the AFC, or the WWE
My lips will never mouth the “Why don't you take me out”, or mock the way she pouts.
Nope, and you know why?
Cause I found a girl who doesn't want to fight
And why?
Because I treat her right
Women only want to change you cause you're shit to begin with
So buck it up, Buttercup, and be a man
She's never tried to change me, cause she likes who I am, what would she change me into?
She hates drama even more than I do
She's frugal to a fault, and she never spends money on a whim
She's ready before I am, and I buy her flowers because she deserves them
If I'm watching sports she's right beside me
And about the only place I can talk her into going is the beach
And you want me to complain?
Not a chance
And why?
Because she treats me right
Men only complain about women cause they're full of shit
So buck it up, Buttercup, and be a man
No, I'll never say a bad word about the drama, the “I can't stand your mama”, and the trauma it causes
You'll not hear me complain about the spending, or the bills never ending
I'll never complain about her getting ready for hours, and the “why don't you buy me flowers”
Nope, not gonna talk about the “pay attention to me”, instead of the AFC, or the WWE
My lips will never mouth the “Why don't you take me out”, or mock the way she pouts.
Nope, and you know why?
Cause I found a girl who doesn't want to fight
And why?
Because I treat her right
Women only want to change you cause you're shit to begin with
So buck it up, Buttercup, and be a man
She's never tried to change me, cause she likes who I am, what would she change me into?
She hates drama even more than I do
She's frugal to a fault, and she never spends money on a whim
She's ready before I am, and I buy her flowers because she deserves them
If I'm watching sports she's right beside me
And about the only place I can talk her into going is the beach
And you want me to complain?
Not a chance
And why?
Because she treats me right
Men only complain about women cause they're full of shit
So buck it up, Buttercup, and be a man
Written by TimWombles
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Anonymous
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Poem Inspired From The Title of James Brown
This is a Man’s world
B.C, before his plans, his dreams, his naked genuineness unfurled
Ingenuity of the presence of domination, his stance in A.D reality
The first man of this realm, a loyal devoted trustee
Autonomous of this world’s essence
His lab formulated pestilence
Cries ringing out, western civilization, bullets spraying from his manmade weapons
This is a Man’s world
His passion, his sphere as he roams, his pearl
Summit of intellectual minds
Yet, peace so disquiet to unify in this perilous day and time
His wondrous deeds, his powerful drive to rule, his downtrodden greed
The right hand of God’s biblical creed
Fruitful of his loins as he spills forth his sacred seeds
This is a Man’s world
Artificial Intelligence he secretly creates
Cloning the new superior being due to one day populate
The New World Order in clusters of allegiance
Wonders, Gifts, Power, Fame, bow unto the horned goat, offerings of pain without bodily wince
The downfall of man and his wicked toys
Branded by his patents, deemed to destroy the fertile brain cells of unexpected girls and boys
This is a Man’s world
Comforting his pockets, gold, conflict diamonds, the minerals of earth he has on lock
Pharmaceutical companies, escalating portfolio stocks
Mass hysteria outbreaks, panic he brings, counting dollars, those die without those mandated ill-fated shots
Hands that created the ticking clock
The suited man who governs the Armageddon code when the bombs drop
This is a Man’s world
Man preaches from divinity’s scrolls from which he stands
Holy book closed, secrets of the sins his mind, body carnally demands
His forefather’s blood, rage, seeps from the untilled lands
This is a Man’s world
Wars, famine, hunger, turning blind eyes, suffering unto the children without reprimands
The gem of his family jewels, may he bear good fruit society can comprehend, withstand
Knowledge and wisdom, found within the mind to doth good of the hands
This is a Man’s world
A wandering whoremonger with several mouths to feed, absence to provide the feast
Unknown colonizing from not wearing a barrier suit in his heated sexual meet
Left in anguish uprising generations, the softer gender we must bear
Another family name he gives unto, not even batting an eye, or raising a hair
No concern, no cares
More love for one, and none for the other to spare
This is a Man’s world
But yet it’s nothing without a woman or a girl
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