Poetry competition CLOSED 11th September 2021 2:44am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
Abracadabra
and Razzerleaf
All the world's a stage
Ahavati
Tams
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Tams
Tyrant of Words
124
Joined 11th Apr 2015Forum Posts: 17049
Poetry Contest Description
If you had five minutes of fame, and the entire world was your stage, what message would you share??
What do you think humankind needs to hear the most?
• New writes
• One entry
• Any style ( including prose )
• No word limit ( it can take NO LONGER than five minutes to read )
• Audio/Visual accepted
I will be judging this based on content/message first and foremost, followed by grammar and punctuation. In other words, if your message is powerful enough to eclipse a few grammatical errors, you win.
You have one month; best of luck.
personanongrata
Astral Gift
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Astral Gift
Thought Provoker
5
Joined 8th June 2015Forum Posts: 276
a dangerous subconsious message
When you have no fear to laugh
and you breathe like never before
Perhaps you want another path
Perhaps you need to experience more
Don't be quiet, don't stay calm
Let go of emotional pumpin' states
The people around are your shop windows
Dolls that smile around their graves
Question the real point of all
Make a friendly chat inside
All these seem true, but there're two of you
Through the time, the light has died
It's always there, bring it to life
Say it's okay for what you've been through
Accept the love, forgive the lie
Make an apocalypse of the finest you
Some ink is suffused for love to arise
for people to expand their minds
Sleep with the beauty of new beliefs
and lucid dream of the Divine
We're creations of astonishing art
but we have lost our self control
Look around you! You don't care?
There're walking dead around the world
Humanity needs a wake-up call
Make noise
Enlighten.
Wake them all.
and you breathe like never before
Perhaps you want another path
Perhaps you need to experience more
Don't be quiet, don't stay calm
Let go of emotional pumpin' states
The people around are your shop windows
Dolls that smile around their graves
Question the real point of all
Make a friendly chat inside
All these seem true, but there're two of you
Through the time, the light has died
It's always there, bring it to life
Say it's okay for what you've been through
Accept the love, forgive the lie
Make an apocalypse of the finest you
Some ink is suffused for love to arise
for people to expand their minds
Sleep with the beauty of new beliefs
and lucid dream of the Divine
We're creations of astonishing art
but we have lost our self control
Look around you! You don't care?
There're walking dead around the world
Humanity needs a wake-up call
Make noise
Enlighten.
Wake them all.
Written by personanongrata
(Astral Gift)
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Ahavati
Tams
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Tams
Tyrant of Words
124
Joined 11th Apr 2015Forum Posts: 17049
Hi, Persona, thank you for kicking us off! I apologize for not clarifying that this comp is for new writes only. I knew I was forgetting something, and have edited the guidelines. Being that was my mistake, I will accept this submission. You have the option of leaving it as is; or, replacing it with a newer one ( simply edit/delete/then paste the new ).
My apologies and thank you for your submission.
My apologies and thank you for your submission.
Anonymous
slipalong
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Dangerous Mind
43
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Numer90
Numer0-un0
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Numer0-un0
Thought Provoker
4
Joined 12th Dec 2020 Forum Posts: 86
Anticlockwise
My carelessness
Sabotaged my faithfulness
Yet I survived another day
It is one day at a time
And while everyone's seems to read their respective wall clock in a wise direction
Mine moves anticlockwise..
Believe me, you not even in my wildest thoughts
Simply coz I respect my fantasies..
I lost the sanctum situated deep inside my mind..
The blood brain barrier junction in my head breached..
One will go on living
As individuals keep talking
Tirelessly gossiping
Fellow imperfect humans sharing their disrespective thoughts on how they think you should live your fucking life..
If you can't beat them, join them?
Hell! No
And if there's any chance in hell
I'd rather drag as many of them down with me..
It is my life
My file's not confidential
So many grudges
Bridge of spies?
Ha!
Neither me nor my heart's gonna budge..
Oh! Spare me the pretense
It is not a fiction
Life is written
An art of creation
Built on the foundations of perfections and imperfections..
Go on blaming me for being counterprotective
I mentioned it earlier, I'm going counterclockwise..
It is a walk to remember
If you wish to live Amber
You are gonna die
And again, you shall never be Heard..
Sabotaged my faithfulness
Yet I survived another day
It is one day at a time
And while everyone's seems to read their respective wall clock in a wise direction
Mine moves anticlockwise..
Believe me, you not even in my wildest thoughts
Simply coz I respect my fantasies..
I lost the sanctum situated deep inside my mind..
The blood brain barrier junction in my head breached..
One will go on living
As individuals keep talking
Tirelessly gossiping
Fellow imperfect humans sharing their disrespective thoughts on how they think you should live your fucking life..
If you can't beat them, join them?
Hell! No
And if there's any chance in hell
I'd rather drag as many of them down with me..
It is my life
My file's not confidential
So many grudges
Bridge of spies?
Ha!
Neither me nor my heart's gonna budge..
Oh! Spare me the pretense
It is not a fiction
Life is written
An art of creation
Built on the foundations of perfections and imperfections..
Go on blaming me for being counterprotective
I mentioned it earlier, I'm going counterclockwise..
It is a walk to remember
If you wish to live Amber
You are gonna die
And again, you shall never be Heard..
Written by Numer90
(Numer0-un0)
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If I Ruled The World
If I could just get a five minute bid of fame
I'd make the world my stage and change the game
No more of the same status quo of politricks
Instead of talking a good game, I'd start to fix
Fix the political, judicial and medical systems
To be more beneficial for those who really need 'em
Would swim in shark infested waters fearlessly
Providing restitution to those oppressed historically
Draining the swamps of hypocrisy once and for all
Tending to the land by answering Lady Justice's call
I'm for all freedom, justice and equality no matter who for
Lifting up the downtrodden from off of their filthy floors
There'd be no more supremacy or superiority acceptance
All ethnicities would be invited to the Big Money dance
Giving everyone a chance to advance financially
Given the opportunity, this is how the world would be
I'd make the world my stage and change the game
No more of the same status quo of politricks
Instead of talking a good game, I'd start to fix
Fix the political, judicial and medical systems
To be more beneficial for those who really need 'em
Would swim in shark infested waters fearlessly
Providing restitution to those oppressed historically
Draining the swamps of hypocrisy once and for all
Tending to the land by answering Lady Justice's call
I'm for all freedom, justice and equality no matter who for
Lifting up the downtrodden from off of their filthy floors
There'd be no more supremacy or superiority acceptance
All ethnicities would be invited to the Big Money dance
Giving everyone a chance to advance financially
Given the opportunity, this is how the world would be
Written by da_poetic-edifier
(Damon)
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Ahavati
Tams
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Tams
Tyrant of Words
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Thank you for all your entries. 🗒💓
Razzerleaf
Forum Posts: 525
Fire of Insight
27
Joined 15th Sep 2019 Forum Posts: 525
Whispers from the megaphone
We all have talent
and the audience must sit
through so much of it,
when a five-pound note
rolls up to shine.
We funnel words down cables
hoping digital fish
will swim across our table,
Sealions clapping backwards
for rewards.
but what of fame,
however it’s earned,
we sleep with the same
mask of reality
and wake with the mistakes
of our morning paper reviews.
The talking cats have a billion hits
as the janitor plays Bach
in the shopping centre.
The world looks on
through theatre glasses
and everyone’s a critic
and we all crave our own five minutes,
desperate to be in it,
as the right hand goes into the liquidizer
the left is still filming
and the rest are just waiting
to watch.
So stand naked in your fields
feel the ground beneath you,
vomit the data bile
in gushing screaming streams
then kneel and fill your hands
with hard earned earth
and ask the forests for your forgiveness
for they will be the guides
and they alone will sustain us
as the rest of the world dies
in endings yet to be written.
and the audience must sit
through so much of it,
when a five-pound note
rolls up to shine.
We funnel words down cables
hoping digital fish
will swim across our table,
Sealions clapping backwards
for rewards.
but what of fame,
however it’s earned,
we sleep with the same
mask of reality
and wake with the mistakes
of our morning paper reviews.
The talking cats have a billion hits
as the janitor plays Bach
in the shopping centre.
The world looks on
through theatre glasses
and everyone’s a critic
and we all crave our own five minutes,
desperate to be in it,
as the right hand goes into the liquidizer
the left is still filming
and the rest are just waiting
to watch.
So stand naked in your fields
feel the ground beneath you,
vomit the data bile
in gushing screaming streams
then kneel and fill your hands
with hard earned earth
and ask the forests for your forgiveness
for they will be the guides
and they alone will sustain us
as the rest of the world dies
in endings yet to be written.
Written by Razzerleaf
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Anonymous
Mastersensation
Pent
Joined 20th June 2021
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Pent
Twisted Dreamer
Forum Posts: 28
Legacy
Give your collective heads a shake
Shoehorn them out of your arse
Greed is a deadly mistake
Grandchildren will suffer your farce
You'll leave them fancy cars
And a house too big to clean
But if they can't see the stars
What will your possessions mean
They'll mean you're a selfish twit
They'll mean you've gone to hell
Your legacy of destructive shit
Gives off a bitter smell
Your cars burn, or rust away
The house will be ransacked
The wild west will have its day
As outlaws plan attack
And the grandkids shake with fear
The shouts, and shots approach
Their eyes will shed a tear
As they watch the outlaws poach
Your private well runs deep
Hoarding precious H2O
But your poisonous industries weep
And pollute the vital flow
Your grandkids raped, and enslaved
By the ones you left behind
On your tombstone they engraved
Here lies a thoughtless mind
Shoehorn them out of your arse
Greed is a deadly mistake
Grandchildren will suffer your farce
You'll leave them fancy cars
And a house too big to clean
But if they can't see the stars
What will your possessions mean
They'll mean you're a selfish twit
They'll mean you've gone to hell
Your legacy of destructive shit
Gives off a bitter smell
Your cars burn, or rust away
The house will be ransacked
The wild west will have its day
As outlaws plan attack
And the grandkids shake with fear
The shouts, and shots approach
Their eyes will shed a tear
As they watch the outlaws poach
Your private well runs deep
Hoarding precious H2O
But your poisonous industries weep
And pollute the vital flow
Your grandkids raped, and enslaved
By the ones you left behind
On your tombstone they engraved
Here lies a thoughtless mind
Written by Mastersensation
(Pent)
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Xaylius
Joined 20th Aug 2021
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Strange Creature
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I wish words had the power to change.
You may think they do, but I regret to tell you otherwise
You see, words merely have the power to convict
But without action, all you have is hope, a wish, a desire even.
Would not MLK's speech be in vain had not marching and protests been in order?
A Christian, I am not. However,
According to the Bible, we see Jesus going through pain and suffering, followed by the cross.
Why would God not speak sins forgiven instead of having the theatricals?
Because even God understood; words convict, but application of works speaks volumes.
My point is this,. You can be inspired by motivational speakers by the mass.
You can choose to listen, but aren't you tired? Aren't you tired of listening all the time?
The time to act is now.
You have the where-with-all to do it all, but petty things like fear must be cast aside.
Forgive yourself and push forward.
You may think they do, but I regret to tell you otherwise
You see, words merely have the power to convict
But without action, all you have is hope, a wish, a desire even.
Would not MLK's speech be in vain had not marching and protests been in order?
A Christian, I am not. However,
According to the Bible, we see Jesus going through pain and suffering, followed by the cross.
Why would God not speak sins forgiven instead of having the theatricals?
Because even God understood; words convict, but application of works speaks volumes.
My point is this,. You can be inspired by motivational speakers by the mass.
You can choose to listen, but aren't you tired? Aren't you tired of listening all the time?
The time to act is now.
You have the where-with-all to do it all, but petty things like fear must be cast aside.
Forgive yourself and push forward.
Ahavati
Tams
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Tams
Tyrant of Words
124
Joined 11th Apr 2015Forum Posts: 17049
Thank you all for your individual messages!
Calamityofgin
Forum Posts: 149
Fire of Insight
5
Joined 10th May 2020Forum Posts: 149
Murder Hornets
I have been feeling,
Of late ...
that the Murder Hornets have missed us by miles
And they are sure shot
Tangle with the most like daggers
Leaving an Unkindness of Ravens
Furrowed brow
(If they’d had any)
Over eyes
Narrowed in on outlines in chalk
But figments and scatter
Shadow people
Who stand and walk away
Under the cover of bold sun
It might just be okay.. ..
The newspaper green at its memory
When pages had fluttered from
Martyr
To
Martyr
Worst to worst
Might the best remain?
I feel of late it might have been
A narrow miss
An allegorical
Cause and escape
Whether the cage door pried?
Weather
It matters
The Sunshine be bold on backs
that once crawled and drew a determined flock
Un shadowing arms
That once held the hands of clocks
Of late ...
that the Murder Hornets have missed us by miles
And they are sure shot
Tangle with the most like daggers
Leaving an Unkindness of Ravens
Furrowed brow
(If they’d had any)
Over eyes
Narrowed in on outlines in chalk
But figments and scatter
Shadow people
Who stand and walk away
Under the cover of bold sun
It might just be okay.. ..
The newspaper green at its memory
When pages had fluttered from
Martyr
To
Martyr
Worst to worst
Might the best remain?
I feel of late it might have been
A narrow miss
An allegorical
Cause and escape
Whether the cage door pried?
Weather
It matters
The Sunshine be bold on backs
that once crawled and drew a determined flock
Un shadowing arms
That once held the hands of clocks
Written by Calamityofgin
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OG-Poetry
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Thought Provoker
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