Poetry Competition Ends 1st September 2022 4:17pm
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Poetry Contest Description
write a streamofconciousness poem for a mutual on du
hello you glorious beans
i would like you to write a streamofconciousness poem for a mutual on du, it could be somebody you're inspired by, maybe a mentor or somebody you relate to whether it's through their poetry or on a personal level
rulez
-streamofconciousness themed
-leave name of member in authors note
(be kind it could make their day)
-no erotica or pump'n'dump
-one entry per human
-don't be a dick
-have fun
- don't make it a novel, ain't nobody got time for that shit, be sensible

i would like you to write a streamofconciousness poem for a mutual on du, it could be somebody you're inspired by, maybe a mentor or somebody you relate to whether it's through their poetry or on a personal level
rulez
-streamofconciousness themed
-leave name of member in authors note
(be kind it could make their day)
-no erotica or pump'n'dump
-one entry per human
-don't be a dick
-have fun
- don't make it a novel, ain't nobody got time for that shit, be sensible

Mr. Pleasures
Will you remember me, when your inspiration no longer requires me. Lost memories, I wonder how so many years can pass as you watched me evolve and still continue to love me. It’s as if you took vows for me, only you were the only one standing at the alter while I was out defaming every part of me. I moved on, and pushed you away as best I could. Yet whenever I started writing, those distant memories always came floating back to me. Too many have spoken to just run away from me, run away from the grasps of this sexy, playful, kitty. Yet here you are, still within my reach. Could it be, you’re the only one who truly understands me? Or could it be, you chose to only see that young, naive side of me. It’s been six years baby. And yes I still wonder if I missed out seeing just how well the king of pleasures could really pleasure me… but that’s a different story. You do inspire me. Thank you for yet another piece.
Written by MamiB
(Bee_)
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City Lights
Standing on the
bridge across the
river, I am so far
from knowledge
yet in the boat,
I row slow,
fantasizing on the
city in the distance:
its scenery firmly
in another world.
The ring of opposing
opinions aside,
I hope to visit someday,
if only in pursuit of wonder.
bridge across the
river, I am so far
from knowledge
yet in the boat,
I row slow,
fantasizing on the
city in the distance:
its scenery firmly
in another world.
The ring of opposing
opinions aside,
I hope to visit someday,
if only in pursuit of wonder.
Written by allyfaye
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We Separate Ourselves
Into constituent, component parts
Written by Em-ily
(Raquel is a Ghost)
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Soft like Velvet
Just like flower petals you open up.
When life is feeling empty and
Extremely heavy you are the cup
That always remains full. You hand
Me parts of your soul and spirit
When mine is giving up. Your words
Brings hope. They are my one ticket
To the light in the darkness. Like birds
You fly me to a safer place. So my
Darling, I hope you never stop letting
The words float across the page die
Away. You are the soft and safe netting,
Protecting everyone. You are the ying
To my yang and the sweet to my sour.
You are like my miracle in the spring.
So I am thankful for you in every hour.
When life is feeling empty and
Extremely heavy you are the cup
That always remains full. You hand
Me parts of your soul and spirit
When mine is giving up. Your words
Brings hope. They are my one ticket
To the light in the darkness. Like birds
You fly me to a safer place. So my
Darling, I hope you never stop letting
The words float across the page die
Away. You are the soft and safe netting,
Protecting everyone. You are the ying
To my yang and the sweet to my sour.
You are like my miracle in the spring.
So I am thankful for you in every hour.
Written by eswaller
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Her Words Smile
Her words smile through the page.
Is it poetry or thoughts whose
loveliness comes from their honesty?
Is she beautiful?
I think so.
To know her words
is to see her beauty.
Can I be smitten by words?
It has happened before.
Where are we going
on this dark night drive
in the desert? Please Faith,
write another word to give me light?
Is it poetry or thoughts whose
loveliness comes from their honesty?
Is she beautiful?
I think so.
To know her words
is to see her beauty.
Can I be smitten by words?
It has happened before.
Where are we going
on this dark night drive
in the desert? Please Faith,
write another word to give me light?
Written by LostViking
(Lost Viking)
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