Poetry competition CLOSED 28th March 2023 2:28pm
WINNER
PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
RUNNER-UP:
dimpy
The Grim reaper
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The Grim Reaper
The Grim Reaper was having his midnight meal
At the greasiest of greasy spoons
Lousy meal and in a lousy mood
When he saw her coming it all improved
And her destiny was sealed.
For beyond her beauty he saw
All the nastiness concealed
All the horror she spread around
All the killings that filled her needs
It was time for her to go
Suddenly their eyes met
Determination in his
Fear and panic in hers
And though she tried to move
It was no longer possible
As her heart skipped a beat
Then more than a few
And her master she went to meet.
At the greasiest of greasy spoons
Lousy meal and in a lousy mood
When he saw her coming it all improved
And her destiny was sealed.
For beyond her beauty he saw
All the nastiness concealed
All the horror she spread around
All the killings that filled her needs
It was time for her to go
Suddenly their eyes met
Determination in his
Fear and panic in hers
And though she tried to move
It was no longer possible
As her heart skipped a beat
Then more than a few
And her master she went to meet.
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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Anonymous
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Victory of death
Life like bright morning
death is just a thicket
death does not listen to
anything, draggs even
through caves,
in the mist of evening
battered sun
red with shame
scared
blackness
of clouds immersed in
semi-transparent
wrapped
behind the mountains
hides and
finally settled
and the darkness of the night
the redness of the sky
swallowed up
dark black
cover with blanket
fearfully,
silent
trees & plants
mountains, valleys
standing silent
lose color
black shapes
became,
and nature
hold your breath
was steady, erect.
some dogs
some time
must bark
shut up again
maybe alone
have fallen
and
of silence
deafeningly silent
in sound
their call
remained unheard
uncertain
twinkling stars
in the dark
protector and eater
to differentiate
unable
have become
and
in this darkness
the grim reaper comes,
slits throats with scythe and
the blue sky
bleeds
body vanished
Death
Done!
death is just a thicket
death does not listen to
anything, draggs even
through caves,
in the mist of evening
battered sun
red with shame
scared
blackness
of clouds immersed in
semi-transparent
wrapped
behind the mountains
hides and
finally settled
and the darkness of the night
the redness of the sky
swallowed up
dark black
cover with blanket
fearfully,
silent
trees & plants
mountains, valleys
standing silent
lose color
black shapes
became,
and nature
hold your breath
was steady, erect.
some dogs
some time
must bark
shut up again
maybe alone
have fallen
and
of silence
deafeningly silent
in sound
their call
remained unheard
uncertain
twinkling stars
in the dark
protector and eater
to differentiate
unable
have become
and
in this darkness
the grim reaper comes,
slits throats with scythe and
the blue sky
bleeds
body vanished
Death
Done!
Written by dimpy
(dimpsmoon)
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In cloak of black, he comes to call
The Grim Reaper, death to us all
His scythe, a weapon sharp and cold
Cuts through the flesh, the young and old
He haunts our dreams and stalks our nights
A specter of doom, a bringer of fright
His eyes like pits, his face a skull
He takes the souls, the precious toll
No mercy in his heart, no pity in his soul
He cares not for the young, the weak or the old
For death is his only true desire
And none can escape his relentless ire
The Grim Reaper, the end of our days
He comes for us all in so many ways
So let us live our lives with care
For when he comes, we'll meet him there.
The Grim Reaper, death to us all
His scythe, a weapon sharp and cold
Cuts through the flesh, the young and old
He haunts our dreams and stalks our nights
A specter of doom, a bringer of fright
His eyes like pits, his face a skull
He takes the souls, the precious toll
No mercy in his heart, no pity in his soul
He cares not for the young, the weak or the old
For death is his only true desire
And none can escape his relentless ire
The Grim Reaper, the end of our days
He comes for us all in so many ways
So let us live our lives with care
For when he comes, we'll meet him there.
Cold Dead Hand
He is the dark figure that always come calling
His presence means that this is the end of the road
His scythe cuts the thread of life, there’s no stalling
He comes to collect everything he is owed
He is the only thing that is assured in our lives
A pre-determined arrangement nobody knows
He is an unstoppable force that when he arrives
Everything halts briefly just as he comes and goes
You think you know your fate, your faith, his face?
He can take any shape or form or whatever situation
His cold dead hand can grab you from any place
Whether young or old without any hesitation
When destiny draws your number in its mystic scroll
He always finds you no matter how far you run or crawl
Creeping death will take your breath and claim your soul
Beware the Grim Reaper because he comes for us all
Written by wallyroo92
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Absent Reaper
The skinny grimace of those who
love us
trembling suspiciously in the
eyelids
it's a crotch's rainbow
from one to the other
gold at the bottom of the pot
gold in the teeth of death
Mars retrograde transit
dry cut
God on the run...
In everyone's hands
the mark is put
as a souvenir
of the original clay.
Craft mold?
a basin or a lamp
one that sustains
another that shakes and illuminates
twilight between two sleeps
man under renovation
stuck light bulb
over a book
and body and snow and stone
uncertain flame.
And now this honey
gives meanings
to hidden beings
by the vessels
that shaped
by the flames...
In the mystery of waiting
immortal bread
eternal light
death comes out
behind the worn basin
of the lamp and
(pilgrim spirit)
brings the radiations of the whole
everything radiates
skinny smile
everything delights
and has love for the lamps
and basins
more than the source
more than clay.
All are vessels
fluttering
moving away beyond
of age of reason
going to the last moment
to peer into the impossibility
the obscurity
traction of famines
immortal waiting
of the final pitch.
PAR
love us
trembling suspiciously in the
eyelids
it's a crotch's rainbow
from one to the other
gold at the bottom of the pot
gold in the teeth of death
Mars retrograde transit
dry cut
God on the run...
In everyone's hands
the mark is put
as a souvenir
of the original clay.
Craft mold?
a basin or a lamp
one that sustains
another that shakes and illuminates
twilight between two sleeps
man under renovation
stuck light bulb
over a book
and body and snow and stone
uncertain flame.
And now this honey
gives meanings
to hidden beings
by the vessels
that shaped
by the flames...
In the mystery of waiting
immortal bread
eternal light
death comes out
behind the worn basin
of the lamp and
(pilgrim spirit)
brings the radiations of the whole
everything radiates
skinny smile
everything delights
and has love for the lamps
and basins
more than the source
more than clay.
All are vessels
fluttering
moving away beyond
of age of reason
going to the last moment
to peer into the impossibility
the obscurity
traction of famines
immortal waiting
of the final pitch.
PAR
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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The Reaping Clock
Death walks in sync with the ticking of a clock
But this clock has no numbers, just a steady mock
Fangs bared, it stalks its prey in the eternal night
A crypt of shadows, where the living take flight
The key is turning, the lock about to break
As the sands of time sink, with each step it takes
A void of emptiness, where the soul is lost
In the eternal dance, at whatever cost
The ticking echoes through the hallways of the dead
A symphony of sorrow, in which we are wed
The clock has no numbers, but it marks our fate
A never-ending cycle, of life and death's debate
So let us embrace the darkness, and the end that draws near
For in the void of eternal night, death is always here
But this clock has no numbers, just a steady mock
Fangs bared, it stalks its prey in the eternal night
A crypt of shadows, where the living take flight
The key is turning, the lock about to break
As the sands of time sink, with each step it takes
A void of emptiness, where the soul is lost
In the eternal dance, at whatever cost
The ticking echoes through the hallways of the dead
A symphony of sorrow, in which we are wed
The clock has no numbers, but it marks our fate
A never-ending cycle, of life and death's debate
So let us embrace the darkness, and the end that draws near
For in the void of eternal night, death is always here
Written by ConsequentialChaos
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Anonymous
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Mr. Reaper
I feel numb, and nothing helps me feel alive.
I want to run away and not be traumatized.
I bought a gun and a pack of hollows at the store.
But I just need one. Satan, I'll be at your door.
I'm not alone. I have my demons right beside me.
I'm coming home. Mr. Reaper, come and find me.
I want to run away and not be traumatized.
I bought a gun and a pack of hollows at the store.
But I just need one. Satan, I'll be at your door.
I'm not alone. I have my demons right beside me.
I'm coming home. Mr. Reaper, come and find me.
Written by tomgoonery
(Tommy.)
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I Am Death
I am death
The spirit that eats the living
Reaping the souls
The last remaining breath
Of loved ones cherished ones
I am death
The one that spreads fear
Spreads dread into beating hearts
Darkness is my light
Silence my music
I am death
Feeding on the vulnerable
Choosing without discrimination
I don’t care if you have lived 100 years
Or have never left the womb
I am death
The opposite of what is held dear
Like a dark cloud I hover above life
Like the rain that dampens the summer
I dampen existence
I am death
The whisper through time
The architect of sorrow
I take hope and destroy it
It’s my destiny to take who I want
I am death
I can turn a room cold
With my very presence
I create the void in every heart
Your fate is to know me
The spirit that eats the living
Reaping the souls
The last remaining breath
Of loved ones cherished ones
I am death
The one that spreads fear
Spreads dread into beating hearts
Darkness is my light
Silence my music
I am death
Feeding on the vulnerable
Choosing without discrimination
I don’t care if you have lived 100 years
Or have never left the womb
I am death
The opposite of what is held dear
Like a dark cloud I hover above life
Like the rain that dampens the summer
I dampen existence
I am death
The whisper through time
The architect of sorrow
I take hope and destroy it
It’s my destiny to take who I want
I am death
I can turn a room cold
With my very presence
I create the void in every heart
Your fate is to know me
Written by AspergerPoet56
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