Poetry competition CLOSED 4th February 2023 5:06pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
gothicsurrealism
Depth:
house of open yearnings
It creeps up on you, this soft decay. On Tuesdays the words get caught in the dream catchers. My bedroom a litany of strange music and moans. A woman crooning from the Victrola and voices carrying through the wallpaper. Despite everything, there is always ache. All hanging lights and star charts. We huddle under blankets while the ice thaws in my father's whiskey. Vats of face cream like canopic jars and limbs of broken mannequins bending towards the light. All the brass keys lost in my body's curves and folds, the vacuum bags choked with ash. How lovely I sat in the longing while crosses dangled from my ears and the blinds choked out all the light. I'll remember the moans and Marlboros at your lips, Sister's endless collecting, the wooden trays dripping with candle wax and porcelain birds. The terrible terrible pink hearts of their mouths.
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Written by toniscales
(Lost Girl)
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Immersion
It's early and
I'm not fully awake.
Bleary-eyed,
I slide
d
o
w
n
and let my feet
penetrate the
fragmented,
rippling,
variegated surface.
At once
at home here,
I let the water
awaken my body
as it begins to move
in the rhythm
it knows so well.
Delving into the depths,
I discover
a cool, quiet world.
It's just me
and the water.
Time slows down and
responsibilities drop away.
My mind relaxes as
there's nothing to think about
but the arc of my arm,
the cadence of my kick,
the angle of my pinkie finger
as it slices and curves
without splashing.
I'm not fully awake.
Bleary-eyed,
I slide
d
o
w
n
and let my feet
penetrate the
fragmented,
rippling,
variegated surface.
At once
at home here,
I let the water
awaken my body
as it begins to move
in the rhythm
it knows so well.
Delving into the depths,
I discover
a cool, quiet world.
It's just me
and the water.
Time slows down and
responsibilities drop away.
My mind relaxes as
there's nothing to think about
but the arc of my arm,
the cadence of my kick,
the angle of my pinkie finger
as it slices and curves
without splashing.
Written by Wafflenose
(Ellie)
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Trapped
Isolating prison:
crushing melancholia.
Fighting motionlessness
in the dark—
s l o w l y.
crushing melancholia.
Fighting motionlessness
in the dark—
s l o w l y.
Written by Wafflenose
(Ellie)
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Anonymous
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Astral Shores beyond the second Sun
Moon and sun merge
To relieve the sleeping night
lean Nomads wander astral shores
Where black diamond tides
Mirror the stars lost under the second sun
Time slows the dawn
Time slows the dusk
Long enough to feel
The movement of the earth
Written by James_A_Knight
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The winner of this competition and any runners up were decided by public vote.
Thank you to the following members for voting:
Phantom2426, MidnightSonneteer, monovox128, Mrd, Everavalon, Honoria, robert43041, MadameLavender, da_poetic-edifier, DanielChristensen, olivia, James_A_Knight, Marks, PoetsRevenge, bookrabbit, PAR, nikkimoe, Grace, Razzerleaf, Grae, Daevileyes, eswaller, Ted_Nashe, SonderNinja, Idontknowhowtofeel, Betty, admin, ZINZIN, Anon, Bluevelvete, dimpy, Ownly_Human
Thank you to the following members for voting:
Phantom2426, MidnightSonneteer, monovox128, Mrd, Everavalon, Honoria, robert43041, MadameLavender, da_poetic-edifier, DanielChristensen, olivia, James_A_Knight, Marks, PoetsRevenge, bookrabbit, PAR, nikkimoe, Grace, Razzerleaf, Grae, Daevileyes, eswaller, Ted_Nashe, SonderNinja, Idontknowhowtofeel, Betty, admin, ZINZIN, Anon, Bluevelvete, dimpy, Ownly_Human
Anonymous
Appreciate this. Thank you.
