Poetry competition CLOSED 27th June 2022 9:43pm
WINNER
wallyroo92
wallyroo92
RUNNERS-UP:
Razzerleaf
and Northern_Soul
Unusual Perspectives
Leftovers
They were only half dead,
infected by bark beetles.
Together they gathered
like zombies,
a riverside cluster
torn and dismembered
shuffled to a random array.
Each day someone walks past
they ignore the un-miraculous,
avoid the dark exterior
no one wants to be bitten.
I need the bite
offering a throat
to be ripped out
I embrace the group,
take my place
but all I find is their grace
as we feed on the last supper.
infected by bark beetles.
Together they gathered
like zombies,
a riverside cluster
torn and dismembered
shuffled to a random array.
Each day someone walks past
they ignore the un-miraculous,
avoid the dark exterior
no one wants to be bitten.
I need the bite
offering a throat
to be ripped out
I embrace the group,
take my place
but all I find is their grace
as we feed on the last supper.
Written by Razzerleaf
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No Female's Right To Choose
or
Life and Pain -- Two Peas in a Pod
"When that I was and a little tiny boy, with hey, ho, the wind and the rain, a foolish thing was but a toy, for the rain it raineth every day
-- along with umpteen birth defects, deadly diseases, natural disasters, tragic accidents, and human abuses."
-- a former little tiny boy a current Levelheaded adult
*
No girl has any right to breed or not --
her having not an egg's permission got
to risk it in a world of wind and rain
inside the eye of one vast hurricane.
*
a dedication of Respect
for
the Rationally Ethical antinatalist,
Sensibly anti-dying in Pain by cataracts and hurricanoes --
et cetera and so on and so forth and such
dot dot dot
a revolving helios rhyme menippean satire on
natalism --
an ideology irrational still in floods of tears
february, 2023 -- billions of pro-lifers yet in full flow
in company with countless blastulas to be birthed
into ceaseless future horrors untold --
sans consent
(aside from a horror-free guarantee)
Life and Pain -- Two Peas in a Pod
"When that I was and a little tiny boy, with hey, ho, the wind and the rain, a foolish thing was but a toy, for the rain it raineth every day
-- along with umpteen birth defects, deadly diseases, natural disasters, tragic accidents, and human abuses."
-- a former little tiny boy a current Levelheaded adult
*
No girl has any right to breed or not --
her having not an egg's permission got
to risk it in a world of wind and rain
inside the eye of one vast hurricane.
*
a dedication of Respect
for
the Rationally Ethical antinatalist,
Sensibly anti-dying in Pain by cataracts and hurricanoes --
et cetera and so on and so forth and such
dot dot dot
a revolving helios rhyme menippean satire on
natalism --
an ideology irrational still in floods of tears
february, 2023 -- billions of pro-lifers yet in full flow
in company with countless blastulas to be birthed
into ceaseless future horrors untold --
sans consent
(aside from a horror-free guarantee)
Written by Jordan
(D.O.C.)
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It's an Egg, Not a Choice
"The ruling majority of Christians holds each power to account --
save its own."
--a rationally ethical antinatalist,
merely one among countless minorities
seemingly powerless
*
What poor, unwanted eggs knocked up by sperms would not rejoice
to straightway be adopted by all Christians anti-choice?
*
save its own."
--a rationally ethical antinatalist,
merely one among countless minorities
seemingly powerless
*
What poor, unwanted eggs knocked up by sperms would not rejoice
to straightway be adopted by all Christians anti-choice?
*
Written by Jordan
(D.O.C.)
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A letter to suicide
You crave souls because you're greedy,
You take souls because you're needy.
You claim to be starving,
So you sit and watch as people grab their razors and start carving.
You are nothing more than a cowardly fool,
Watching the innocent souls seeking death makes you drool.
You sit and wait for the the mental pain to get out of control,
When souls leave their bodies you swallow them whole.
Some feel you are an escape but you are no Friend,
You'll never be a helping hand.
You are like a loaded gun shooting bullets through the air,
All the lifeless bodies hit the floor and you just sit and stare.
You're a theif,
You laugh at the family tree as you steal another leaf.
You also steal time from their life clock,
This is murder but in this case the bodies wont be outlined with chalk.
All I can do is pray that you fail over and over again.
Knowing you is like dragging around a ball and chain.
You take souls because you're needy.
You claim to be starving,
So you sit and watch as people grab their razors and start carving.
You are nothing more than a cowardly fool,
Watching the innocent souls seeking death makes you drool.
You sit and wait for the the mental pain to get out of control,
When souls leave their bodies you swallow them whole.
Some feel you are an escape but you are no Friend,
You'll never be a helping hand.
You are like a loaded gun shooting bullets through the air,
All the lifeless bodies hit the floor and you just sit and stare.
You're a theif,
You laugh at the family tree as you steal another leaf.
You also steal time from their life clock,
This is murder but in this case the bodies wont be outlined with chalk.
All I can do is pray that you fail over and over again.
Knowing you is like dragging around a ball and chain.
Written by TrueLover
(Meganne)
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This has taken me a few days, because I was so torn! I really loved them all, and they definitely made me think. The prize winner and runners-up were chosen because they managed to turn some kind of image on its head and really make me see things in a different way. It was an incredibly difficult decision! I will endeavour to leave everyone a nice bit of feedback soon.
There were so many awesome entries in this comp. Congratulations to Razzerleaf and Northern_Soul for standing on the podium on this one. Thank you Ellie for the honor in this comp. I know judging is always difficult, but I am humbled by your comments. I appreciate it very much.
