Poetry competition CLOSED 20th May 2022 00:37am
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poet Anonymous

Poetry Contest

Write about a time you heart was broken, how you felt or reacted to it and just how you feel about heartbreak in general.

poet Anonymous

Another Day

You saw me drinking, and it made you cry.
You felt the guilt from when you left my side.
I turned to drug abuse and alcohol. †
I need you to know that this is not your fault. †
No longer the man with which you fell in love. †
They say time heals all wounds, but it was not enough. †
I needed something else to numb the pain. †
Just to make it through another day. †
Numb the pain for another day. †
It's too late, I cannot be saved.
I see that you're thriving since we fell apart. †
I know that you hide from me your broken heart. †
Your girl friends have told me that you're not okay. †
That you talk about me almost everyday. †
Like how you can't sleep at night without my sounds. †
They plead me to save you and come back around. †
Then why did we even go our separate ways? †
What was the point of it in the first place? †
Numb the pain for another day. †
I can't save you, it's far too late.
poet Anonymous

No Tears For Hallelujahs

How can I write
those old magpie eyes,  
black tail feathers  
dipped in coal dust ink  

how can I write  
your migration for winter,  
returning in springís haze  
never reaching that final escape  

how can I write  
where orchids bloom in your throat  
and I pick petals for the last time  
to that heavy song of you love me  

Ö not.
poet Anonymous

The lonely old man

The man lays on the side of the road,
Looking raggedy and feeling old,

Bandanna on his head,
And wearing ripped jeans,

His mind thinks back,
to the good times in his teens,

In the heat of the day,
He sits and he sings.

 Only his guitar for company,
As he plucks at the strings,

In his hey day, he had lived like a king,
Now he sits alone counting his sins,.

Remembering all the people, who have come and gone,
Sometimes the days can seem so long,

In a blink of an eye life can change,
So be kind to other's, As you bask in your glory,

Don't be so quick to judge,
Because we don't know their story....
poet Anonymous

Should I Go?

I have only known you a few weeks,
You've been kind, and understanding, without critiques,
You're kind, intelligent, funny, nerdy, and beautiful,
I thought what we had was meaningful,
We'd chat online,
Everything seemed fine,
Then you left for a few days,
A needed break from this online maze,
But something changed in you,
I know you're hurting, that is true,
But you don't want to talk to me anymore,
What are we anymore?
We weren't defined,
But it seems you've resigned
From anything we thought we could be,
And now I've got to be free.
It hurts me to say this,
I hope I'm misunderstanding, hope I'm amiss.
I'm not trying to be a monster,
But I can't sit around forever,
Waiting to know how you feel about me,
Sitting here, waiting to see
If whom I care about,
Cares about me, in this verbal drought.
Did I do something wrong?
Did I say something wrong?
Or is this only mental health issues,
And not "us" issues?
Do you still care?
Because by golly, I sure care.
Just tell me if you don't want to talk anymore,
Don't leave me hanging, hoping for more.
From my analysis,
I really think that if you're willing to work with me on this,
We can really make this bloom,
I don't want to leave, it would leave me in gloom,
I would move on with my life, yes,
But it would take me awhile, I confess.
Do you want me to stay?
That's all you have to say.
Should I go?
I hope it's a no,
But I'd rather not add more to your plate,
What, with your current mental and emotional state.
poet Anonymous

Your Majesty of Tears

  † †
The spirit of the mirror † † † †
feeds these years in blood † † †  
it dries quickly, † † † †
marking the place † † † †
where blue skies wither † † † †
and brittle corn sighs dust † † † †
In search of your rose † † † †
I worry ghosts † † †  
drawn like a bee † † † †
past bludgeon of murdering clock † † †  
wing torn weary   †
and beating a fool's tune † † †  
the shock of bitter tongue † † †  
blind to thorns of the heart †† † †
† † †
Your reflection † † † †
was always a dream † † † †
from a place I dared not look † † †  
the cruelest truth † † † †
ruling love imperfect-- † † †  
your majesty of tears † † † †
† † †
But once † † † †
away on the mountain † † † †
gnawing earth alone with the crows † † †  
there for a moment † † † †
I felt certain † † †  
though we never got to dance † † † †
I almost glimpsed † † †  
a perfect smile
from your soul
poet Anonymous

Botched Attempt At Release

Drowning in the deep
Secrets that you keep
Fires you stoke and treat
Cos you don't respect me at all

Heels on my tongue
Heart in my lungs
Now our bonds undone
Cos you don't respect me at all

It's over now
I'm sowed with doubt
Crawl with guts strung out
And I don't like me at all

Survived the fall
Can't find my gall
Now crumble, withdraw
Cos I don't respect me at all
poet Anonymous

absense [unfillable void]

hearts tunnel vision
hyper focased....on your fading
absense..... miss you

poet Anonymous


(was) She (was) magic
not magickal(?)

Chicaned me like a
star-struck fan
at a magic show
when the illusionistís
act was done
***** Poof! *****
like the white rabbit
She was gone.

I WILL forget
this legerdemain
one day. . .

Sooner if my sleeping life
will cooperate.
poet Anonymous

Not all mothers were created equal

Not all mothers were created equal
some are the best
yet some are horrible
Some could give a fuck less about you and your family
while others fawn all over their own flesh and blood
I have not been that lucky
So when I see these things on social media
"youre lucky if you still talk to your mom"  
I immediately feel PTSD  
Not all mothers were created equal
I feel zero guilt
zero shame
she made her choices  
What kind of "mother" sends a Christmas card to her granddaughters
spewing inside said card in her own hand written ink
what a piece of shit their mother, her daughter, is?  
Who the fuck does that?  
So, no....
I do not miss my mother
she is dead to me
and she knows why
I do miss the far and few times you actually were there for me
but there was always a catch
always a cost
and I was always broke
Not all mothers are nor were created equal
and this time of year is especially difficult
ridiculously hard
But I am strong
I get that from my father, BOOM!  
Hope you are happy
All alone, no one near you no one close to you
you rotten ass miserable bitch  
Ill pray for you, as I always do
poet Anonymous

For Your Consideration

I was lost in between eternities,
When my emotion went unreturned,
I wrote verses and recited volumes,
Despondent that my love went unanswered,
When her attention was somewhere else.

And for centuries I composed,
I carefully chose every word sensibly written,
That my smitten lovesick life had been smote,
Still I wrote with a physical and spiritual passion,
Always in a lyrical fashion to get her to notice,
But her attention was somewhere else.

I was adrift in the vast expanse,
In an abyss of dismal tempests and storms
When my love went unrequited,
Not even the stars across the universe
Could predict such misery and heartbreak
Because her attention was somewhere else.

Still I wrote about my devotion,
Standing on top of a mountain of pages,
With lines and rhymes that went on forever,
Pledging my undying emotion
Until the very end,
Even if she never noticed me.

Then I discovered some letters,
That someone else had written me,
Inscribed with a such a deep feeling
I was awestruck by someone elseís words,
Then I saw,
They were written in a time now long gone,
Waiting and dying for me to notice,
But my attention had been somewhere else.
poet Anonymous

I'll Never Forget You

Iíll never forget you, darling.
Iíve devoted my life to loving you and Iíll always do.
Every day I review the love we had.
You were my baby and I loved you dearly.
How could I forget the love you ardently gave me?
You offered me more help than I deserved.
My heart wonít grow weary of reminiscence.
I cherish the short time I napped in the bosom of love.
I still feel the sensation of your kisses on my lips.
It was a truly fantastic experience to love you.
Iíll preserve the memories until I get back your love.

Iíll never forget your warmth.
The best days of my life were spent with you.
Iíll never rule out the possibility that you still love me.
Someday we might renew our love.
Iíll keep the hope alive that weíll be together again.
My love wonít fade like the buds of spring.
The good times I had with you still remain on my mind.
And the years have strengthened my love for you.
Youíve lost my physical presence,
But you havenít lost my love.
My heart wonít run out of love for you.

Iíll never forget our love.
A wonderful thing developed between us.
You aroused an indescribable feeling inside me.
I didnít fully understand it,
But I enjoyed every moment with you.
And I tried vainly not to let it end.
I wondered whether it was a dream or a reality.
Admittedly, it appeared to be imaginings,
But it felt so real to me.
It was a love unlike any other love.

Iíll never forget the past.
My mind wonít quit looking back in time.
Iíve lost a treasure that I may never repossess.
Perhaps I could live without your love,
But I canít live unless I keep thinking about you.
I remember your babyish voice
And the way I used to admire your slender figure.
How your enticing smile thrilled me!
Youíre worth all the tears that fell from my eyes.
Iíll never forget you, darling.
poet Anonymous

True Story

A story of a girl, a boy and far-away lands.
Lands ripe with dark green forests, deep blue oceans   †  
And mountains. † †
Majestic mountains with air that bursts at their tops. † †
And clouds. † †
Billowing, puffy and lacy web-like clouds that blanket the sky. † †
And rain. † †  
Hurricanes full of heat and power. † †
And with flowers. † †
The boy sent the girl flowers on her first day as a Paralegal. † †
The elation felt by the girl is palpable and her coworkers are happy that she is in love. † †
She will be moving in with him, she tells them. † †
She is learning about her new job and she is discovering more about herself and the world. † † †
A few weeks later the girl returns to retail. † †
Not long after, the boy tells the girl that they can't live with each other. † †
Then she and the boy are no longer together and the girl's world cracks. † †
She will dream of dark green forests and deep blue oceans, majestic mountains and hot rain. † †
She will tell all of the men in her life not to buy her flowers. † †
She doesn't like flowers she tells them. † †
She also tells them she doesn't like jewelry, clothes or perfume. † †
"What shall we give you then?" they all ask. † †
She asks them to love her. She asks them to tell her and to show her. † †
She wants them to be him. † †
When they cannot be, she goes back to her dreams. † †
Thirty hears have passed. † †
Time has not been good to the girl. † †
There is a global pandemic and the girl reaches out to the boy and he returns. † †
With flowering words. † †
He tells her of his travels to far-away lands with dark green forests and deep blue oceans. † †
He shows her his photographs of clouds and tells her his passion for rain. † †
He asks her if she remembers who the first girl he kissed in the rain was. † †
The girl is elated but she can cannot trust the things no longer related to fairy tales. † †
And She cried. She cried for the loss. † †
What he didn't tell her is that he has traveled to search for her. † †
He traveled through deep forests and †blue oceans, over the tallest of †majestic mountains, flew through the thinnest of clouds and stood in the fiercest of hurricanes only to feel empty. † †
For she has eluded him. † †
He has been in pain also. † †
His world almost cracked. † †
When she reached out to him, the small flicker of candlelight that almost faded , was reignited. † †
He was not going to let her disappear again. † †
He told her she was beautiful. † †
He said, "love yourself." † †
He called her sweetheart. † †
And when she couldn't respond he gave her flowers.
poet Anonymous

bereft of...

Wanting that
that, in particular.
To covet in dire profound
is to know
a hardened ache

An ache that relishes
it's own incessant-ness

To throb in full twenty-four
and to ache
every. single.
of each of the seven.

It's the way of lifeó

That which isn't inherently ours
is where a need
raging into a rolling boil.

Where thoughts become plan
and that plan
yearns of immediate action
with a fuck all,
to consequences

just a husk, left soulless

poet Anonymous

Brutal Phantom Pain, Exquisite Dreams and A Once Upon a Time

It's within the blurry haze  
when I catch tiny glimpses  
those split second aches  
that nearly break me,  
bringing me to my knees
Renewed awareness
of absence  
How very much I've missed  
Memories that will never be made  
and a hole that never quite heals  
Pain attracts  
Like, like attracts like
Reasoning is never again
of any solid reason
it's where in stasis becomes routine  
and a soul slowly withers
without even realizing  
it had always been withering  
from that crucial moment forwardó
by the death
of an almost beginning.  
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