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Poem of the Month - March 2023

LunaGreyhawk
Dangerous Mind
United States 15awards
Joined 8th July 2019
Forum Posts: 648

Poetry Contest

Three weeks to nominate your favorite poems!
You have THREE weeks to nominate no more than THREE of your favorite poems from another DUP poet!

Please note the following guidelines when making nominations:
The voting for this competition is anonymous; therefore,spoken word nominations will be disqualified. You may nominate Spoken Word pieces in the competition below.

Spoken Word of the Month Comp (every other month) is here:

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New Member ( six ( 6 ) months or less ) of the Month comp is here:

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1. Self nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme.  This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.

2. You may nominate only THREE poems from THREE different DU members.

3. No DUPLICATE NOMINATIONS. If you nominate a poem that has already been nominated you will be asked to replace the nomination.

4. Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.  

5. Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to winning will be automatically disqualified.

6. One win per member per calendar year, beginning with the month they win.

7. Please notify your nominee they have been nominated.

Nomination Duration is three weeks followed by a week of site voting!

Current Poem of the Month Hall of Famers:

2023:
January - Styxian
February - Daniel Christensen

2022:
January - Luna Greyhawk
February - AspergerPoet
March - Relic-54
April - Alan-S-Jeeves
May - _feral
June - Nevermindthegaps
July - Indie
August - inechoingsilence
September - Rianne
October - Bluevelvete
November - Honoria
December - KristinaX

2021:
January - brokentitanium (k.)
February - SatinUgal
March - X
April - RiAN
May - DaisyGrace
June - Bluevelvete
July - Jemac
August -  Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
September - Joshsam
October - cold_fusion
November - Buddhakitty
December - Particles_of_HerII

2020
January-  NEW BEGINNINGS
February - EDIBLE WORDS
March - MADAME LAVENDER
APRIL - MONKEYMAN
MAY - TIMAGINATION543
JUNE - LEPPEROCHAN (Craic-Dealer)
JULY - STRANGEWAYS_ROB  
August - Daniel Christensen
September - Aspergerpoet
October - Lunagreyhawk
November - Kristinax
December - Ahavati

2019
January - DANIELCHRISTENSEN
February - SOPHIE_ERICSON
March - AUDIOHARLEEA
April - FROM THE ASH
May - MISS_SUB
June - NAAJIR
July - LAYLA
August, 2019 - AHAVATI
September - MISS_SUB
October - HOWLING_WHELMS
November - JOHNNY BLAZE
December - RACHEL_LAUREN

2018
January - LADY_OF_THE_QUILL
February - LEPPEROCHAN Craic in a Box
March - TINABUBUYA (Tee Mali)
April - CROWFLY
May - ATOMIKBOMB
June - MISS_SUB (Missy)
July - MEADOWSWEET
August - LAYLA
September - COLD FUSION
October  - TODSKI28
November - TheMUSE22
December - BENDER

2017
January - VEE
February - CRIMSIN
March  - ONEFIFTYSIX
April - DANIEL CHRISTENSEN
May - ALEXANDER CASE
June - AEMelia564
July - THE_SILLY_SIBYL (Jack Thomas Heslop)
August - QUIETUSQUILL
September - _SHADOE_
October - POETSREVENGE
November - NAAJIR
December - POETSPEAK

2016
November  - JOHN FEDDELER
December - AHAVATI

poet Anonymous

Presto Chango

 
Once those words were magic
a mirror showing my reflection
in a different reality
a little lost, a little found
and I was enchanted

Spellcraft is not meant for the reckless
and clumsy hands
let the curtain fall
to reveal machinations
as tricks tumbled from sleeves

Truth was fantasy
hidden between bold phrases
and seductive imagery

The lines and curves now bereft
of meaning beyond dictionary definition
coax no more feeling
than instructions on my tax forms
leaving me bewitched
by how quickly fascination
became boredom


Written by paperstains
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Phantom2426
Francisco J Vera
Tyrant of Words
United States 20awards
Joined 25th Jan 2020
Forum Posts: 4965

Hardest Goodbye

Time continues to stands still
As my heart still has not got the time to heal
I was not prepared for the abrupt goodbyes
Or your spirit kissing me in the wind
As you tell me that you will see me on the other side

When I lost you, I lost apart of myself that I can never get back
I lie awake at night on my soaked pillow
Wishing that I can have one more minute, second, hour or day with you
But, I knew that once God collected you my angel
That you were his for the taken

We are truly living on borrowed times
You can truly be here today and gone tomorrow
So, please cherish those that are placed in your life
Never take their love and presence for granted
Written by LibraSoul96
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Phantom2426
Francisco J Vera
Tyrant of Words
United States 20awards
Joined 25th Jan 2020
Forum Posts: 4965

Nirvana...

The melodic elements always harken to thy ears when the universe chimes
It always pours the fastest, rings the loudest, when blending with the sands of time
My mind is alert, yet  
Attentive, attuned, fortified when at rest
A blessed one not to bow down to the pitfalls of reality only to have love keep me centered, a chromatic wonderous soul making my heart melt
It’s a rarity to see extraordinary minds not tied into life by Gordian knots  
Hate, degrading, fostering deceptive plots  
    
I am the rhythm and the reason behind the sultry introduction of who I am  
A person, once in my presence if you are not holding my hand will never come to understand  
I wait for no one, I make my future, I trail my path, follow my own shadow, and sit, lay, stand, as I please  
Bathing in your intellect, orbiting your heart, just as soft as a caressing gentle breeze  
  
No excuses of me, it would deem untrue, never have I marginalized lies    
God molded me by his spiritual designs, from the woman within, then sent me from the skies  
I am the Eve of Mother Nature from the beginning    
I stand in faith, in this life to win it, staying uprooted, and always praying for those incoming enemies  
Close your eyes… shh… that peace of your mind has gathered and collected  
I am there, where love is beautifully invested    
Never contested, to give of my pleasure is never lessened  
  
Do you know me, or the aura of your mind you mentally make believe  
The care in my hands, society needs, famished hope, my assurance feeds
False illusions found in blind eyes, the weight of superficial egos walking the vast lands, ill-mannered theories of the worth found to deceive  
But why, and who am I, you whisper to your vessel of old  
I am the wise invention of your intellect for the pleasures my existence has already foretold  
I give of me to forsake the scarlet letters of scented pain
Catch the silent tears falling in the midnight rain  
When fused within the doctrine of my soul, I give you the prayed sunshine in His name
  
You asked, allow me to amuse your spirit as I kiss upon your temple, as we bask in glory  
Do not attempt thy Creator to henceforth in anyone's purgatory    
I am the open book you to come seek, when picked up thumbing through for an inviting peek  
The influence of merit who holds you down  
Quiet laughter in my voice, to uplift you when tears are comforting your frown  
  
The nakedness of my gifts ordained from my womb
Spread of my love from the hair strands atop my head until the last breath as my soul rests until resurrected in my tomb
Intellectual, professional, naughtiness, within the sweetness of earth's realm, my enveloping Charkas, the mystic of my free spirit, the moon tenderly consumes  
As I turn my back, standing in awe, as daylight looms  
Listening to the ancient incantations ordained by Heaven's Bassoon



#BlackHistoryMonthMyWay
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Phantom2426
Francisco J Vera
Tyrant of Words
United States 20awards
Joined 25th Jan 2020
Forum Posts: 4965

Agate

the pending restless silhouettes of hate
as sprits percolate in a contiguous state
trace intentions beneath a rarefied skin
darkened woe smiles much to our chagrin

minutes advance and moments collide
storms coalesce in the swells of pride
entanglement of these lingering thoughts
invade my dreams and they don't shut off

anchored in complexity of a timeless grace
moments which last and are stuck in place
inundated with lies for the psyche rape
shadow chases the light but cannot escape

blue orb marble drifts among the stars
comets streak by to leave their scars
strive through the celestial trying to break free
lost in the shuffle of whatever will be will be
Written by Poetic_Quill (Mister Write)
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Bluevelvete
Tyrant of Words
United States 62awards
Joined 21st July 2020
Forum Posts: 2249

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PoetSpeak
Tyrant of Words
United States 49awards
Joined 17th Nov 2013
Forum Posts: 122

Stranger In The World

I am wandering through life as a stranger, a solitary figure in
a sea of faces
The world around me swirls
and shifts, an endless dance
of motion and sound that
I can never quite seem to join

I am an outsider, always on
the fringes, looking in
at a life that seems
just out of reach
I am the observer, the watcher,
the one who sees but is never seen

I walk the streets alone, lost in thought, lost in myself
The cacophony of voices,
the rush of traffic, the constant
hum of life - it all passes me by like a blur

I am the silent one, the one who listens but never speaks
My thoughts and feelings are my own, a private world that I keep
hidden from the rest of the world

But sometimes, in the midst of all the noise and chaos, I catch a glimpse of something beautiful
A sunset over the city, a child's laughter, a song that touches my soul
And in those moments, I feel connected, a part of something greater than myself

I may be a stranger in this
world, but I am not alone
There are others like me, wandering through life, searching for meaning and connection
And perhaps, in the end, that is what we are all seeking - a sense of belonging, a place where we can be ourselves and be accepted
for who we are

So I will continue on my journey, a stranger in a strange land,
but with the hope that one day,
I will find my place in this world, and that I will finally belong
Written by Ownly_Human
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Bluevelvete
Tyrant of Words
United States 62awards
Joined 21st July 2020
Forum Posts: 2249

Redaction

Let me catch
your exhale  
in my lungs  
while tides  
lap against  
our bare feet,  
 
so that should  
I blink in this  
ephemeral moment,  
I have your essence  
indelibly captured  
in my bloodstream  
 
so that should  
my eyes be stricken  
with sudden blindness,  
such as plagues  
the rest of the world,  
I could still  
outline your  
your silhouette  
in minute detail  
with the  
capillaries  
feeding my heart  
 
Your facets  
in the sunlit ocean  
refract against  
my  
relentless  
desire  
and I’m left with  
oxygen-starved eyes,  
and gasping pores  
 
Because seeing you  
as you  
is unparalleled  
but it’s not enough  
 
it’s never enough.  
 
So, darling,
let me catch  
your exhale  
in my lungs,  
while tides  
lap against our bare feet,  
leave the imprint of your  
 
everything  
 
so deeply inside me,  
that I could

live without air.  
 

 
Written by Betty
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Bluevelvete
Tyrant of Words
United States 62awards
Joined 21st July 2020
Forum Posts: 2249

Revivified

It is better if you lie awake
then to visit any dream.
As you can recall,
they are currently nightmares.
The rising heat
keeps you bare-skinned.
Hand me your heart
I will untangle you
and bring back your fire.

You do not need to know how to travel.
You do not need to hide you are art.


Brought a boat for you.
The seas are calm
and we sway
with the ocean's journey.
Let us escape to a time
when you were once whole.

You were made perfect.
So unique that you were left hollow.


Stare into the moon;
it delivers hope and happiness.
Let it serenade us as we arrive
with offerings
made from your golden touch.

This is not a dream.
Face what I have brought you to.


Five letters in my name,
and you can adorn each letter
with the purity of your tears.
A rose will grow
from the base of who I am to you.
Allow me to absorb the pain;
let go of your troubles.

I will lie you across the constellations
where you will bask, lighting the night.


As the roses bloom,
they breathe life into you,
exposing themselves
to your soft caress.

There is elegance in vulnerability
but wickedness when it is mishandled.


You will remove every thorn
just to feel physical pain,
and I will kiss each finger.
Soothing your touch delicately.
As you hold the petals,
you can feel the grace of who you are
and wrap us in your wonder.

We gaze into the velvet blades
of your unlimited affection.


As you stand here in a moment
with me,
your heart is melding,
healing your once-rotting corpse.
I see you are sky-bound
and accepted by the cold night.

You are made of refined magic
that will outlast any tainted sorcery.


You play with daises,
"she loves, she loves me not."
and I kiss your cheek
because every time
you are left with she loves me.

You are still love filled
believe it or not.


The roses burst
showing every color of your heart
that you had left forgotten.

Let it be natural to your soul and fall
into the overwhelming beauty of your essence.


Singing me songs
from your now healed heart.
You are embraced
and are no longer the rotting thing
you once felt was the end.
You can breathe and feel again.

Existence at long last.

It is far from over,
but now you must rest,
my dear,
so you can dream.
Tears of joy will cascade
from the canthus of your eyes.

When you wake, don your morning cloak
so we can enjoy the sunrise.
Written by Ljdynamic
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DanielChristensen
The Fire Elemental
Tyrant of Words
United States 33awards
Joined 27th Feb 2016
Forum Posts: 184

Perplexed

Now I know
that I always wanted
the off-white
of the passions.

Sheets, balconies and clotheslines
and bodies like that
placed in slave blue
of mornings.

Left me,
forgotten about the body,
taken by the rivers
in the fear green
of the galaxy.

Now I know
that I never
saw
a hand's breadth
in front of the eyes
on the light black
of dreams.

In the killer's house
everything is
hopelessly
painted red
so to raise no suspicion...

Slowly we wandered,
in the discreet morning,
like goldfish,
in scales and veils.

Memory of the taste of light on the tongue
we walked, without rhyme, on the sidewalks.

Like goldfish,
in a hypnotic night,
we breathed without breath
imposed fumes.

Like goldfish.
Like rainbows.
Like oat flakes and white wine.

Fast we flew in the beaten night.

We were weightless bodies
We ate light in the void
of the pathetic afternoon!

We swam in circles,
in soft water,
like goldfish
on the roof of the mouth.


PAR



Written by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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DanielChristensen
The Fire Elemental
Tyrant of Words
United States 33awards
Joined 27th Feb 2016
Forum Posts: 184

Urgency of the Blizzard

Not even sure if this rhythm between
my thorax and lips counts as breathing

Eyes slub white of the skies
onto heart’hed carpet,
where stitched sinew will weave
infernal limits of our mortal limbs

Bogarted by biography baggage
of all the poetry joints, she walked into here,
began slinging ice and lemon o’er bitter embers

Kindle is not exclusive for reading on trains.
Suburban Phoenix stocks supermarket shelves
with nectar for gravel-voiced sirens, shopped
twin-flamed from a double-barrel shotgun, trigger

Soon,
aching flakes in blood-lit dark
dot spaces to top of staircases,
amber street light cracks snow-globes
tiny arms ready to embrace love’s longing,

Gentle breeze tumbles minute book shelf
pen waits to be unsheathed, cursor closes,
rage of the page, sun streamed chapters,
our eclipse is merely an ellipsis away

Thumbprints on coastal path
leave braille trails in the snow,
touch the land and feel
my whispers on your skin
Written by Strangeways_Rob
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Betty
Dangerous Mind
United States 4awards
Joined 8th May 2012
Forum Posts: 270

the portrait house

for international women’s day

it has not done, to be a girl.
to be an incomplete human.
hence why the battlefronts of sex
have always been a skirt, lipstick,
the rules and codes enforcing what
a person of establishment can wear.

the portrait house of womanhood
is packed with wives in bustles thick
enough to keep them rooted to the chair,
or nude and spread across a couch
like tapas on a summer afternoon,
or breastfeeding the saviour of mankind.
just wives and mothers and whores.

we hope that now a fresh design,
a bold aesthetic choice, will change
what hangs across the newest rooms,
that girls of thicker waist will catch the light,
that lesbians, pansexuals, asexuals and more
will explicate themselves above
the old triptych of mother, wife, and whore.

a middle-aged nurse lit up by ward lighting,
a ruddy hue to freckled face. a young,
defiant queer in jeans and band t-shirt.
an elderly woman, left alone, creased up again
by laughter lines when someone comes to call.
Written by Casted_Runes (Mr Karswell)
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Betty
Dangerous Mind
United States 4awards
Joined 8th May 2012
Forum Posts: 270

APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Fire of Insight
United States 2awards
Joined 12th May 2021
Forum Posts: 23

Self Soulmate

꧁꧂

𝕊cant embers of awareness are easily kindled should the need arise

ℍypnotic stares reach for blankets folded near fragmented breezes

𝕊ignificantly, the warmth of aloneness engulfs your worthy self relationship

𝕌nfound sleep welcomes shrieks from feral cats stifling the knocks of unwanted thoughts entering as unannounced guests

a morning splash of water
a sip of afternoon tea
a nightly lock inspection

𝔼xistence becomes a lost love to dwell upon

𝔸s if waving goodbye with raised hand somehow makes the soon-to-be lost connection last longer

𝕋his is where the self soulmate awaits,
where the mind and heart transcends

𝕎hen completely letting go feels dishonorable

discovery illuminates
embers light
aloneness interprets

𝕊uddenly the coldness of the room is a gift,
you are alive, you feel

𝔹reathing is felt and heard, the dust on the mantle continues to lay

𝕊pring orders the buds to awaken regardless of their thoughts in hibernation

𝔻espite efforts to devalue, your self soulmate independently mandates you are worthy

𝔼xistence becomes something to chase,
to celebrate

❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉
Written by NightGoddess
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The 4th line alone deserves and invites a thousand readings. The poems' beauty lays within the effortless weavings of the mundane and a celebration of life and self worth.  

Betty
Dangerous Mind
United States 4awards
Joined 8th May 2012
Forum Posts: 270

I cut a BIG FART in CVS this morning while buying a gift card

Yeah
Thought nobody was around around so I let it rip
It was much louder than I presumed it would be
This woman who works there gave me a sly smile  
Think she was jealous  
Was hoping for a discount on my purchase  
Maybe next time  
She'll remember me
That's for sure
Written by PoetSpeak
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