Poetry competition CLOSED 2nd September 2021 4:18pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
OG-Poetry
Gratitude
A Friend When You Need One
most days were too heavy
I didn't feel like lifting them
all on my own
sometimes getting up
pouring myself a cup of pitch black coffee
were the biggest achievements
other times
getting out of bed
just seemed pointless
but you were there for most of these
and I'm still here
because of you
I didn't feel like lifting them
all on my own
sometimes getting up
pouring myself a cup of pitch black coffee
were the biggest achievements
other times
getting out of bed
just seemed pointless
but you were there for most of these
and I'm still here
because of you
Written by delanee
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To the warrior
All her life my mom worked as a helper, a kitchen lady
A topic here which is frowned upon
People feel embarrassed to talk about
But I'm not.
From cleaning after people to picking up dog shit and under paid
The old lady always kept food on the table
Kept me and my siblings with clothes upon our backs
Shoes on our feet and a shelter above our heads.
Never have she given what I wanted, but strived to give me what I needed
Took me to school, whipped me into shape
Skin and leather,
Moulded me into the men I've become
I don't know how but she always did,
I've never seen her cry in the face of adversity
Always kept the wolves from the door.
I'm not proud of where I come from
But I'm duly proud of my mom and the life she tried to provide for us
From making a meal from dregs and a home from every rock we found ourselves lying under.
So thank you for being my mom and my dad,
My best friend and my first and last love
A topic here which is frowned upon
People feel embarrassed to talk about
But I'm not.
From cleaning after people to picking up dog shit and under paid
The old lady always kept food on the table
Kept me and my siblings with clothes upon our backs
Shoes on our feet and a shelter above our heads.
Never have she given what I wanted, but strived to give me what I needed
Took me to school, whipped me into shape
Skin and leather,
Moulded me into the men I've become
I don't know how but she always did,
I've never seen her cry in the face of adversity
Always kept the wolves from the door.
I'm not proud of where I come from
But I'm duly proud of my mom and the life she tried to provide for us
From making a meal from dregs and a home from every rock we found ourselves lying under.
So thank you for being my mom and my dad,
My best friend and my first and last love
Written by poetOftragedy
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.. a calming word
gives you that look
they call the stink eye,
you know what that means,
you’d better not try,
used to warn me,
where not to roam,
“you’ll be 6 feet under
in a sea full of stones!”,
“sit your ass down
and hush up!” she’d say,
and “eat all that broccoli”
or you’ll pay the old way,
smiling like a crook
getting tucked into bed,
a pat on the cheek,
and a kiss on your head :-)
first thing you shout
when you enter your home,
you call out when scared,
or comforts you alone,
luck of the draw
that real special one,
greatest cheerleader,
for a daughter or son,
a word like a blanket,
transcending secure clam,
none more relieving,
as saying the word
mom.
they call the stink eye,
you know what that means,
you’d better not try,
used to warn me,
where not to roam,
“you’ll be 6 feet under
in a sea full of stones!”,
“sit your ass down
and hush up!” she’d say,
and “eat all that broccoli”
or you’ll pay the old way,
smiling like a crook
getting tucked into bed,
a pat on the cheek,
and a kiss on your head :-)
first thing you shout
when you enter your home,
you call out when scared,
or comforts you alone,
luck of the draw
that real special one,
greatest cheerleader,
for a daughter or son,
a word like a blanket,
transcending secure clam,
none more relieving,
as saying the word
mom.
Written by OG-Poetry
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Related submission no longer exists.
our mischievous kinship
You loom.
Palpable in presence,
mischief that almost permeates,
so thick it lays
in laughter's swirling air
I only hear
Just those things needed
No longer plagued
with those cold disassociated ends.
Horrific dark, abated
Ohh, how fortunate
to a mind's unusual quirk
I actively listen,
at last, ready to ingest
all that was longed for
and only now, realized was missing
Love of forceful piercing
so very much like my own,
sounding of our mischievous laughter
hilarity of passionate hijinx
True booming laughs
that is the indescribable love
from deep in my chest
I unleash
and unbury
Today...
Yes, today
You do loom.
It's been here ... I believe
That love.
It's forever.
I think I now know
how you've always been there
[here]
ever since then
now today
tomorrow and ever after.
Like you promised
you would
in those harsh
so loving, gruff, melancholic whispers;
How they reassured
as much as they could
O' my kindred of my very start
heal the hurts
of this child's grown up broken heart
pieces, finding full in whole.
You loom, yes.
Still.
More than likely always will.
Yet, to loom
was never
your typical style
Maybe you do
because of what's so sorely needed
A gifting,
perhaps a cosmic delivery
of that unleashed, unburied,
freed or whatever it is
I've made myself believe
I'm me-just now
In all that you did teach,
I'm. Me.
Relentless , mischievous
and
with a belly booming laugh
all my own
I myself, now loom.
Ready to flaunt
all those vibrant inherited colors.
Lost, small and broken
eventually I could see
a me that your looming helped set free
to flourish all my own
in each and every hard discovered tone.
Written by Bluevelvete
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Anonymous
Thank you TIG for the honor……..reading the other brilliant inks I know it wasn’t easy…….good comp. purple luv & hugs xo :)
Anonymous
Hey OG…….congrats for the honor of runner-up……your ink was soul touching……beautiful tribute to your Mom…….purple luv & hugs xo :)
