Poetry competition CLOSED 25th July 2022 10:45pm
WINNER
Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
RUNNERS-UP:
wallyroo92
and javalini
Hope
Poetry Contest Description
What inspires you?
When life goes pear-shaped, what keeps you going?
When you strip away all that you do, the trials of work/ homemaking, and the monotonous life admin, what is left?
I'd like to hear about where you find your hope, your muse, your inspiration and your will to carry on.
Rules:
~50 lines maximum.
~Up to 2 entries each.
~Old or new writes welcome.
~No erotica (if sex is your inspiration, you can communicate that without being explicit or attempting to arouse the reader).
~Pictures/ fancy layout welcome, but the competition will be judged on the way your words communicate the role that hope plays in your life.
Happy writing. Hope, hope, hope, poets. There is ALWAYS hope.
When you strip away all that you do, the trials of work/ homemaking, and the monotonous life admin, what is left?
I'd like to hear about where you find your hope, your muse, your inspiration and your will to carry on.
Rules:
~50 lines maximum.
~Up to 2 entries each.
~Old or new writes welcome.
~No erotica (if sex is your inspiration, you can communicate that without being explicit or attempting to arouse the reader).
~Pictures/ fancy layout welcome, but the competition will be judged on the way your words communicate the role that hope plays in your life.
Happy writing. Hope, hope, hope, poets. There is ALWAYS hope.
Hope
By the time you found seventeen,
just a kid with crazy dreams,
a seam that needed stitching
before it could be unpicked.
In the grey of the morning
something spectacular can dawn.
Repairing the spiders damaged web
you said its gets stronger every time,
each line crossed and wrought
a thousand variations on a thought.
A crumb to fill your empty stomach,
self belief, a feast that can't be bought.
A whispered prayer beside a bed
a stolen flicker from sailors candle
enough to burn a hole on to the night,
an eye piece to a brighter place,
peer in and look down on hopes ocean
sail your boat to its soft sandy shore.
And if you find yourself falling through,
grasping at fragments of the sky.
Then land with your feet on the ground
place them firm and turn around
until you find the red center of the sun
and know your journey has begun.
just a kid with crazy dreams,
a seam that needed stitching
before it could be unpicked.
In the grey of the morning
something spectacular can dawn.
Repairing the spiders damaged web
you said its gets stronger every time,
each line crossed and wrought
a thousand variations on a thought.
A crumb to fill your empty stomach,
self belief, a feast that can't be bought.
A whispered prayer beside a bed
a stolen flicker from sailors candle
enough to burn a hole on to the night,
an eye piece to a brighter place,
peer in and look down on hopes ocean
sail your boat to its soft sandy shore.
And if you find yourself falling through,
grasping at fragments of the sky.
Then land with your feet on the ground
place them firm and turn around
until you find the red center of the sun
and know your journey has begun.
Written by Razzerleaf
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A new start
A brand new notebook
A brand new start
The words in it will flow
They must
For they have pages to fill
They are part of this wonderful adventure
But with a path strewn with pitfalls
Difficult paths to traverse
Before from this miserable world
We part.
A brand new start
The words in it will flow
They must
For they have pages to fill
They are part of this wonderful adventure
But with a path strewn with pitfalls
Difficult paths to traverse
Before from this miserable world
We part.
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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Anam Cara
We are not tethered
by tragic losses and defeat
our struggles do not confine
suffering and pain
assuredly, do not define –
Shared compassion
and integrity align
our kindred spirit;
unbound by place or time
always we shall rise
together your hand in mine –
Illumine your soul
my Anam Cara;
we will forever shine
by tragic losses and defeat
our struggles do not confine
suffering and pain
assuredly, do not define –
Shared compassion
and integrity align
our kindred spirit;
unbound by place or time
always we shall rise
together your hand in mine –
Illumine your soul
my Anam Cara;
we will forever shine
Written by mel44
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Who Are You?
Who are you,
you stunning beauty?
On what grounds have we never met before?
The long dark hair and even richer eyes
look wiser and older since being shaken at your core.
Who are you,
you loving beauty?
When did you become so free?
When you turned your troubled eyes inside
and gave the pain no place to be?
Who are you,
you warm beauty?
Where has the chill gone from your soul?
The ice in your veins now warm to the touch
as you found a new way to be whole.
Who are you,
you at peace soul?
How have you come to such bliss?
Was the siren song of true happiness
something you were just unwilling to miss?
To behold you now, radiant with love newly awoke,
is evidence enough of the power of real hope.
you stunning beauty?
On what grounds have we never met before?
The long dark hair and even richer eyes
look wiser and older since being shaken at your core.
Who are you,
you loving beauty?
When did you become so free?
When you turned your troubled eyes inside
and gave the pain no place to be?
Who are you,
you warm beauty?
Where has the chill gone from your soul?
The ice in your veins now warm to the touch
as you found a new way to be whole.
Who are you,
you at peace soul?
How have you come to such bliss?
Was the siren song of true happiness
something you were just unwilling to miss?
To behold you now, radiant with love newly awoke,
is evidence enough of the power of real hope.
Written by Sterling7147
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... it's about strength in choices, hard labour and really good coffee (+Reading)
Bluevelvete
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with like souls and laughter
ravenous reading of all
and most things
intoxicating, those words are
instant glow in mornings
coffee, brewed perfect
(a life changing skill)
while the plume
of purple to burnt orange
and heartbreak pink
wash over
days of thoughtful conversations,
love of exotic
and submissive erotic
poetry that ebbs and flows
perfectly scorching a willing soul
and tempting a mind that allows it,
always
it's contemplating life with best friends
a dog's head in your lap
fresh baked homemade bread
a smell that permeates my very being
making all, right and so just
puzzles that are solved
loves of lifetimes gained
and lost
then sometimes fated
to be gained again
me,
my nails, dense wood,
and concrete of deeply poured
the what, who and how I live
and purely love
all that I have crafted
that I purposely designed
I am my own life's architect
building a foundation
choosing it's very content
intentional and honest
becoming steady; honed
secured
from mere thoughtful inspiration
to brutal toiled
of hardened hands
oft sinful pleasures of tears and sweat
raising myself
of my cherished prided own
to a mastery of owned
and finally
forming formidable roots to grow...
THOR'S HAMMER
Dark sharp pounds I feel in this tormenting night
More I suffer as I see any damn light
A war between Thor and Loki have begun a fight
Hammering and lightning flashes that hurt with shadows might...
Neither is winning for they only provoke my eyes to strain as I hold my head tight.....
It's my "LEFT SIDE" that kills bleeding my agonizing sight...
The morning starts with a powerful hammer that slams with a "ROAR"......
I SCREAM PLEASE NOOO... THOR!!!!!
YOUR HAMMER NO MORE HAVE MERCY I IMPLORE.....
CRIES I LET DROWN ME TO THE CORE
THOR STOPS THE EVIL PUSHING HIM HARD AT A SHINING DOOR.....
Serene beauty sings like mermaids with his smile I adore...
His Goddess whisper I hear; "NOW REST MY QUEEN MI HERMOSA AMOR"...
More I suffer as I see any damn light
A war between Thor and Loki have begun a fight
Hammering and lightning flashes that hurt with shadows might...
Neither is winning for they only provoke my eyes to strain as I hold my head tight.....
It's my "LEFT SIDE" that kills bleeding my agonizing sight...
The morning starts with a powerful hammer that slams with a "ROAR"......
I SCREAM PLEASE NOOO... THOR!!!!!
YOUR HAMMER NO MORE HAVE MERCY I IMPLORE.....
CRIES I LET DROWN ME TO THE CORE
THOR STOPS THE EVIL PUSHING HIM HARD AT A SHINING DOOR.....
Serene beauty sings like mermaids with his smile I adore...
His Goddess whisper I hear; "NOW REST MY QUEEN MI HERMOSA AMOR"...
Written by NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
(WRITER LYRICIST ARTIST)
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THOR'S HAMMER
Dark sharp pounds I feel in this tormenting night
More I suffer as I see any damn light
A war between Thor and Loki have begun a fight
Hammering and lightning flashes that hurt with shadows might...
Neither is winning for they only provoke my eyes to strain as I hold my head tight.....
It's my "LEFT SIDE" that kills bleeding my agonizing sight...
The morning starts with a powerful hammer that slams with a "ROAR"......
I SCREAM PLEASE NOOO... THOR!!!!!
YOUR HAMMER NO MORE HAVE MERCY I IMPLORE.....
CRIES I LET DROWN ME TO THE CORE
THOR STOPS THE EVIL PUSHING HIM HARD AT A SHINING DOOR.....
Serene beauty sings like mermaids with his smile I adore...
His Goddess whisper I hear; "NOW REST MY QUEEN MI HERMOSA AMOR"...
More I suffer as I see any damn light
A war between Thor and Loki have begun a fight
Hammering and lightning flashes that hurt with shadows might...
Neither is winning for they only provoke my eyes to strain as I hold my head tight.....
It's my "LEFT SIDE" that kills bleeding my agonizing sight...
The morning starts with a powerful hammer that slams with a "ROAR"......
I SCREAM PLEASE NOOO... THOR!!!!!
YOUR HAMMER NO MORE HAVE MERCY I IMPLORE.....
CRIES I LET DROWN ME TO THE CORE
THOR STOPS THE EVIL PUSHING HIM HARD AT A SHINING DOOR.....
Serene beauty sings like mermaids with his smile I adore...
His Goddess whisper I hear; "NOW REST MY QUEEN MI HERMOSA AMOR"...
Written by NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
(WRITER LYRICIST ARTIST)
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NANCY_RDZ_STORIES said:
HAD A HORRIBLE MIGRAINE HEADACHE AND WROTE IN STYLE OF THOR AND HIS LOUD HAMMER....
HAD A HORRIBLE MIGRAINE HEADACHE AND WROTE IN STYLE OF THOR AND HIS LOUD HAMMER....
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saving me
I walk to take in the world
to step outside my head
remind myself that new memories
are made by doing
not by thinking about doing
I sling my camera around my neck
step out the door and take
deliberate imperfect photos
because real beauty
is finding the flaws in the facade
and loving them anyway
maybe morso for their cracks
and bends and breakages
Because I am cracked
and bent and broken
but I still want the ones I love
to find me beautiful and loveable
regardless off the imperfect way
I hold myself in this world
I sometimes struggle to be in
I self talk my way through the photos
to avoid the looming panic attack
I fight to see through my thoughts
that tell me this life is useless
that I am useless
that art is useless
Because there is beauty
in the old houses
and the dead trees
that stand tall
despite losing their leaves
to age and illness and winter days
There's beauty in the stoner hippy
sitting on the curb
next to the vandalised street signs
there's beauty in the obscene graffiti
on the building next to
the Christian thrift store
There's beauty in cracked pavement
with dandelions poking through
and the abandoned trolley someone
threw in the river
There's beauty everywhere
and every time I bother
to open my eyes
it saves me
I take my camera to remember why
to step outside my head
remind myself that new memories
are made by doing
not by thinking about doing
I sling my camera around my neck
step out the door and take
deliberate imperfect photos
because real beauty
is finding the flaws in the facade
and loving them anyway
maybe morso for their cracks
and bends and breakages
Because I am cracked
and bent and broken
but I still want the ones I love
to find me beautiful and loveable
regardless off the imperfect way
I hold myself in this world
I sometimes struggle to be in
I self talk my way through the photos
to avoid the looming panic attack
I fight to see through my thoughts
that tell me this life is useless
that I am useless
that art is useless
Because there is beauty
in the old houses
and the dead trees
that stand tall
despite losing their leaves
to age and illness and winter days
There's beauty in the stoner hippy
sitting on the curb
next to the vandalised street signs
there's beauty in the obscene graffiti
on the building next to
the Christian thrift store
There's beauty in cracked pavement
with dandelions poking through
and the abandoned trolley someone
threw in the river
There's beauty everywhere
and every time I bother
to open my eyes
it saves me
I take my camera to remember why
Written by Indie
(Miss Indie)
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learn and love and do and be
i am not
this body, old,
these rusty joints
that bite and scold
but spirit, young
and bright and free
who yearns to
learn and do and be
and finds his spark
in soil and sun
and verse
that greater minds
have spun
thus quelled
are voices
in my mind
that whisper
darkness
from behind
to bind in chains
of woe and pain
o'er circumstance
i cannot change
and i am free
to turn my eye
to cherish sun
and endless
sky
and dwell
in possibility
of learn
and love
and do
and be
this body, old,
these rusty joints
that bite and scold
but spirit, young
and bright and free
who yearns to
learn and do and be
and finds his spark
in soil and sun
and verse
that greater minds
have spun
thus quelled
are voices
in my mind
that whisper
darkness
from behind
to bind in chains
of woe and pain
o'er circumstance
i cannot change
and i am free
to turn my eye
to cherish sun
and endless
sky
and dwell
in possibility
of learn
and love
and do
and be
Written by javalini
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You watched me as I fell
You look at me and there's no way you'd see,
The darkness that I buried underneath.
The kindness in my soul makes it feel like I'm almost whole again.
Baby you'd never understand.
How long I felt broken and hopeless.
Look me in the eyes and tell me you cannot see,
the hurt inside of me.
I tried to hide it well
Trapped inside a cell of my own fears
There's no way out of here.
That's another fear.
I'll be trapped inside a broken mind for the rest of my life.
How could I ever heal from a wound I can't bandage?
I can't clean up invisible damage.
I'll try my best.
Don't worry.
Just rest your weary heart.
I never meant to tear myself apart.
But you don't seem to mind.
You're doing just fine.
I'm not even sure how to make a new life for myself without you in the picture,
at all.
I don't know how you do it.
How did you get through it?
You made me question everything.
Forced to face the consequences of your so called love.
Why did you stay on my mind,
when you just gave up,
on me?
The darkness that I buried underneath.
The kindness in my soul makes it feel like I'm almost whole again.
Baby you'd never understand.
How long I felt broken and hopeless.
Look me in the eyes and tell me you cannot see,
the hurt inside of me.
I tried to hide it well
Trapped inside a cell of my own fears
There's no way out of here.
That's another fear.
I'll be trapped inside a broken mind for the rest of my life.
How could I ever heal from a wound I can't bandage?
I can't clean up invisible damage.
I'll try my best.
Don't worry.
Just rest your weary heart.
I never meant to tear myself apart.
But you don't seem to mind.
You're doing just fine.
I'm not even sure how to make a new life for myself without you in the picture,
at all.
I don't know how you do it.
How did you get through it?
You made me question everything.
Forced to face the consequences of your so called love.
Why did you stay on my mind,
when you just gave up,
on me?
Written by TrueLover
(Meganne)
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