Poetry competition CLOSED 24th July 2023 6:42am
WINNER
anonymouszoe
anonymouszoe
RUNNER-UP:
dejure
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"positive"? What do you mean? Could you explain a bit more?
Something more or less acknowledged as universally positive - overcoming great dds, breath-taking sunsets, that sort of thing?
Or is it a sliding scale allowing for relativity?
Is artistic expression inherently accepted as "positive" or must the poem say something positive, ie, cheery , optimistic encouraging?
Asking honestly.
Thanks!
Something more or less acknowledged as universally positive - overcoming great dds, breath-taking sunsets, that sort of thing?
Or is it a sliding scale allowing for relativity?
Is artistic expression inherently accepted as "positive" or must the poem say something positive, ie, cheery , optimistic encouraging?
Asking honestly.
Thanks!
Hypnotic
hypno, tick
hypno, tick
So hyp...notic
Like time melting away
Minutes drip into hours
Don't come back
Don't come back
This time
Staring into nothing
Thoughts swim and swirl
Around your skull
Wondering if it's better
To let go
So, hypnotic
Teach me what
Life is and how to be
Like you in every way
Gears turning
Slowly changing into
The one they need
To keep the world
Burning
Hypnotic
Hypnotic
Beat into my head
The chants to keep
Going on and on
Till the rhythm crumbles
War cries echo
Smoke in the air
And thousands shake the earth
Till the street rumbles
So, hypnotic
No thorns, no crowns
No suits, no kings
Just a heart
Beating for life
I'll take, I'll give
I'll fight, I'll die
Till the life
Shines in your eyes
It's so hypnotic
hypno, tick
So hyp...notic
Like time melting away
Minutes drip into hours
Don't come back
Don't come back
This time
Staring into nothing
Thoughts swim and swirl
Around your skull
Wondering if it's better
To let go
So, hypnotic
Teach me what
Life is and how to be
Like you in every way
Gears turning
Slowly changing into
The one they need
To keep the world
Burning
Hypnotic
Hypnotic
Beat into my head
The chants to keep
Going on and on
Till the rhythm crumbles
War cries echo
Smoke in the air
And thousands shake the earth
Till the street rumbles
So, hypnotic
No thorns, no crowns
No suits, no kings
Just a heart
Beating for life
I'll take, I'll give
I'll fight, I'll die
Till the life
Shines in your eyes
It's so hypnotic
Written by Results_May_Vary
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I Write My Own Destiny
The midnight sun is out again
The earth below baths in her soft light
The wind brings echoes of a timeless melody
Ancestral music to my heart.
Each star has a story to tell in their gleaming light
A story is told for you, and a story is told for me
Nothing else needs to be said
But if you must, write your thoughts down.
Words unlock the gates of my reserved soul
If you’re patient enough, you can catch a glimpse
Of who I was, who I am, and who I’ll become
Do you dare to venture further?
I often delve within myself
To better understand my purpose
This is what’s imprinted on my essence
“I write my own destiny.”
The earth below baths in her soft light
The wind brings echoes of a timeless melody
Ancestral music to my heart.
Each star has a story to tell in their gleaming light
A story is told for you, and a story is told for me
Nothing else needs to be said
But if you must, write your thoughts down.
Words unlock the gates of my reserved soul
If you’re patient enough, you can catch a glimpse
Of who I was, who I am, and who I’ll become
Do you dare to venture further?
I often delve within myself
To better understand my purpose
This is what’s imprinted on my essence
“I write my own destiny.”
Written by LunasChild8
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Sodden shoes: I = I
The sky opened
and turned me
to a fae creature,
thirsting for
new realms.
And it opened.
All at once.
Thick bulbs of
water,
and
tiny chinks of
hail thwacking
against my body;
blinding me
with the
run of salt
from my skin
in my eyes.
And it opened
all at once
on me
alone in this
primordial dimension,
I couldn’t see
the trail,
the tree line.
the lake,
or the canals,
except in the
flash-snap-cracks
of the lightning.
And the harder
it crashed down on me
the more the worm
of trepidation
fell away
and a crazed triumph
sucked in the
rot in my gut,
As if this were my song.
As if this were my time.
As if this were the
way immortality felt,
all cold drops on
hot skin,
the elements
screaming
their rage
against me.
And I screamed back
something primal and
rugged.
Then I ran.
Laughing,
and
hollering
at an
unforgiven
landscape.
I ran like it was the
last time I’d ever
step on the earth.
I ran like a
feral creature
grabbing chaos
from
the ether
and wearing it as
new skin.
I ran shrieking
into the lunacy of
the darkness,
unrepentant,
unafraid,
alive.
And it opened
all at once
that
I am.
It opened all at once.
That.
I.
am.
and turned me
to a fae creature,
thirsting for
new realms.
And it opened.
All at once.
Thick bulbs of
water,
and
tiny chinks of
hail thwacking
against my body;
blinding me
with the
run of salt
from my skin
in my eyes.
And it opened
all at once
on me
alone in this
primordial dimension,
I couldn’t see
the trail,
the tree line.
the lake,
or the canals,
except in the
flash-snap-cracks
of the lightning.
And the harder
it crashed down on me
the more the worm
of trepidation
fell away
and a crazed triumph
sucked in the
rot in my gut,
As if this were my song.
As if this were my time.
As if this were the
way immortality felt,
all cold drops on
hot skin,
the elements
screaming
their rage
against me.
And I screamed back
something primal and
rugged.
Then I ran.
Laughing,
and
hollering
at an
unforgiven
landscape.
I ran like it was the
last time I’d ever
step on the earth.
I ran like a
feral creature
grabbing chaos
from
the ether
and wearing it as
new skin.
I ran shrieking
into the lunacy of
the darkness,
unrepentant,
unafraid,
alive.
And it opened
all at once
that
I am.
It opened all at once.
That.
I.
am.
Written by Betty
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Domicile of the Soul
Atop a Jet stream
You flew into me.
Crushing hands
excitedly held me
and in an instant
we were home.
I now know
Why I felt so displaced
Out-of-place,
Homeless.
Within,
‘though corded,
my soul’s home is with
& within Yours.
We both know …
Knowledge
Undeniable
Conscious &
Comprehend.
Years of dust
beneath the sheets
hid only our wait.
We wait a wee bit
longer
for You to hear me say:
“Honey, I’m home.”
You flew into me.
Crushing hands
excitedly held me
and in an instant
we were home.
I now know
Why I felt so displaced
Out-of-place,
Homeless.
Within,
‘though corded,
my soul’s home is with
& within Yours.
We both know …
Knowledge
Undeniable
Conscious &
Comprehend.
Years of dust
beneath the sheets
hid only our wait.
We wait a wee bit
longer
for You to hear me say:
“Honey, I’m home.”
Written by Tallen
(earth_empath)
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This Past Future Forager.
September? I shall be a forager...
as I ride Autumn's woodland's bridle paths,
trailed by belladonna's sweet aroma
and the shock of bright blue-flowered wild flax.
I have marked sweet apple; crab-apple trees,
blackberry, hazel tree's nuts, squirrel-like,
and I shan't do battle with working bees
for they guard their King, sleeping, in the hive...
There is Shakespeare in woodland and hedgerows
his bitter rue, the three witches hedge-pig,
wild parsley, thyme, crabs to hiss in my bowl
and Kate, slender, twinned with these hazel twigs.
Such great wealth Will willed us, above, a few
Winter, Macbeth and, Taming of the Shrew...
as I ride Autumn's woodland's bridle paths,
trailed by belladonna's sweet aroma
and the shock of bright blue-flowered wild flax.
I have marked sweet apple; crab-apple trees,
blackberry, hazel tree's nuts, squirrel-like,
and I shan't do battle with working bees
for they guard their King, sleeping, in the hive...
There is Shakespeare in woodland and hedgerows
his bitter rue, the three witches hedge-pig,
wild parsley, thyme, crabs to hiss in my bowl
and Kate, slender, twinned with these hazel twigs.
Such great wealth Will willed us, above, a few
Winter, Macbeth and, Taming of the Shrew...
Written by Rew
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One Percent
Can you imagine if we all gave away one percent
Of time, of wages, of kindness, how far could that go?
Would those with more to give make a big difference?
Or would the masses make the movement grow?
Can you imagine if you donated one percent of a week?
That is one hour and forty-one minutes of your time
Whether it’d be feeding the homeless or serving the elderly
Would the little things in our community help deter crime?
Can you imagine if everyone who has enough helped out
Provided assistance in whatever their field of expertise
Perhaps if kindness and love were spread throughout the year
Would societies come to true fulfillment of humanity and peace
May be like Lennon many of us are dreamers of a better world
Where those with something to give can spare and make a dent
Perhaps then the teachings of the enlightened ones will come true
If each and every one of us cared and gave at least one percent
Written by wallyroo92
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Etch-A-Sketch Your LIfe
not happy?
not content?
not satisfied
with your life?
why not
turn it upside down
shake it around
start drawing
a new picture?
why not
begin again
eliminating
past mistakes
incorporating
learned lessons?
often we
make our lives
unnecessarily complicated
overlooking
under estimating that sense of direction
gained by taking a little time
time
to sit alone with ourselves
time
to sit in the quiet
time
to say
i’m not accepting
ideas of a good life
from
external sources
time
to listen to that inner voice
time
to decide to be alive
time
to eliminate shit that
sucks life from my soul
that
is where passion lives
passion
never about
your self
passion
always
about
good you can do
in the world
imagine
your life with
more time
more meaningful relationships
more contentment
imagine
a life of passion
unencumbered by
trappings of the chaotic world
imagine
an intentional life
not perfect
not easy
but simple
© 2022
not content?
not satisfied
with your life?
why not
turn it upside down
shake it around
start drawing
a new picture?
why not
begin again
eliminating
past mistakes
incorporating
learned lessons?
often we
make our lives
unnecessarily complicated
overlooking
under estimating that sense of direction
gained by taking a little time
time
to sit alone with ourselves
time
to sit in the quiet
time
to say
i’m not accepting
ideas of a good life
from
external sources
time
to listen to that inner voice
time
to decide to be alive
time
to eliminate shit that
sucks life from my soul
that
is where passion lives
passion
never about
your self
passion
always
about
good you can do
in the world
imagine
your life with
more time
more meaningful relationships
more contentment
imagine
a life of passion
unencumbered by
trappings of the chaotic world
imagine
an intentional life
not perfect
not easy
but simple
© 2022
Written by Kinkpoet
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Be Positive!
or
How Best To Eliminate the Negative
"While there's life, there's no hope."
-- death positive,
the happy ending of tics, cricks, and pricks
*
Believe you can, my friend, and you are nearly halfway there,
despite the brain half gone, the bug but in its early days,
the bladder and the bowels in a state of laissez-faire,
the upchucked chunks and hunks from chemotherapy buffets,
the bed sores pus infected plus the loss of pubic hair,
the tripled morphine drips when somewhat long your mother stays,
the worse-for-wear oncologist, a drunkard in despair,
who dropping by from sec to sec gets on all fours and prays,
the melanoma having left your bones a little bare,
and weeny bony weenie in a state of deep malaise --
though hopeful rests the bone on every hopeless gasp for breath
as each choke brings it closer to the halfway point of death.
*
How Best To Eliminate the Negative
"While there's life, there's no hope."
-- death positive,
the happy ending of tics, cricks, and pricks
*
Believe you can, my friend, and you are nearly halfway there,
despite the brain half gone, the bug but in its early days,
the bladder and the bowels in a state of laissez-faire,
the upchucked chunks and hunks from chemotherapy buffets,
the bed sores pus infected plus the loss of pubic hair,
the tripled morphine drips when somewhat long your mother stays,
the worse-for-wear oncologist, a drunkard in despair,
who dropping by from sec to sec gets on all fours and prays,
the melanoma having left your bones a little bare,
and weeny bony weenie in a state of deep malaise --
though hopeful rests the bone on every hopeless gasp for breath
as each choke brings it closer to the halfway point of death.
*
Written by Jordan
(D.O.C.)
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Loose Memories
They told me hair had memory
So I cut it short
The strands hold DNA
Floating to the floor
Chopped and cut
You out my life
Till I was healthy
Split ends
Out of sight
Balanced and steady
A weight is off my shoulders
The memories that they held
Have fallen just like feathers
And I can’t help
Looking in the mirror
And seeing a brand new me
I’m glad I cut it off
Now part of me is free.
So I cut it short
The strands hold DNA
Floating to the floor
Chopped and cut
You out my life
Till I was healthy
Split ends
Out of sight
Balanced and steady
A weight is off my shoulders
The memories that they held
Have fallen just like feathers
And I can’t help
Looking in the mirror
And seeing a brand new me
I’m glad I cut it off
Now part of me is free.
Written by anonymouszoe
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