Poetry competition CLOSED 14th September 2023 00:54am
WINNER
slipalong
slipalong
RUNNERS-UP:
Ahavati
and dejure
Ghost
Poetry Contest Description
what happens after we die?
write a poem inspired by the images in video and the song... also what happens after we die... be inspired and write... above all enjoy yourself...
new writes only
no collabs.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aUJuwNxNUWQ
example...
Ghost
I seek the solitary places in the darkness
where my soul becomes unhinged
and I rise into the abyss
touching other spirits evolve into mist
my memories touching the aether
blending time with breath
I ascend into the heavens
a life lived well
new writes only
no collabs.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aUJuwNxNUWQ
example...
Ghost
I seek the solitary places in the darkness
where my soul becomes unhinged
and I rise into the abyss
touching other spirits evolve into mist
my memories touching the aether
blending time with breath
I ascend into the heavens
a life lived well
The Ghostly Whispers
ghostly shadows on the wall
dance a charade of tales untold
secrets unspoken by zippered lips
shared by whimsical
smiles
what secrets the bones behold
from beyond graves amidst ethereal fogs
were there life unlived unloved
struggling to return to earthly realms
memories etched on ancient halls
forgotten times of love lost
tears, sadness and bereavement
echoes of stories woven in dusty tapestry
ghostly shadows on the wall
dance a charade of tales untold
secrets unspoken by zippered lips
shared by whimsical
smiles
what secrets the bones behold
from beyond graves amidst ethereal fogs
were there life unlived unloved
struggling to return to earthly realms
memories etched on ancient halls
forgotten times of love lost
tears, sadness and bereavement
echoes of stories woven in dusty tapestry
Cemetery Of Impermanence
Older but forever young.
Chasing dreams till legs feel no pain.
Can’t correlate with the lazy.
I’d rather not suffer the comforting train.
Let a thought sit but don’t allow it to stay.
Good or bad the memories fade away.
Look at your past as if they are now tombstones.
What’s inscribed on their personal rock?
What have we done that holds everlasting meaning?
Was it all just for ourselves or for the betterment of the world?
Most of us have weak legs where do we stand?
Chasing dreams till legs feel no pain.
Can’t correlate with the lazy.
I’d rather not suffer the comforting train.
Let a thought sit but don’t allow it to stay.
Good or bad the memories fade away.
Look at your past as if they are now tombstones.
What’s inscribed on their personal rock?
What have we done that holds everlasting meaning?
Was it all just for ourselves or for the betterment of the world?
Most of us have weak legs where do we stand?
Written by ClearmindedVillain
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A ghostly feeling
Here I am
Dead and a ghost
A former image of myself
The vestige of my former soul
Won't even talk to me
For we are in limbo for a while
I wish to go down to Hell
Where all the fun seems to be
Not above and hearing elevator music all day long
While some Big Mouth is yapping about
The purity of looooooooooove
Boring would kill the rest of me.
Dead and a ghost
A former image of myself
The vestige of my former soul
Won't even talk to me
For we are in limbo for a while
I wish to go down to Hell
Where all the fun seems to be
Not above and hearing elevator music all day long
While some Big Mouth is yapping about
The purity of looooooooooove
Boring would kill the rest of me.
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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Brain Food for Worms --
Deep Underground the Earthy Afterlife Mundane
"On eating Truths beyond all Reasonable doubt, most great apes
get an ungodly case of the runs."
-- Worm Parasitism 101 for Great Grub
*
How truly blessed! How fine! How rare! How special! How unique!
Evolving fish souls never fuck, eat, shit, or take a leak!
*
a dedication of Respect
for
the salty Proof in the Evolutionary piss
a revolving helios couplet menippean satire on
programmed sheeple
steeped in traditional "soul" shit
full sanctioned
september, 2023 -- yet sealed in the tomb after three days
the stink of fish
"On eating Truths beyond all Reasonable doubt, most great apes
get an ungodly case of the runs."
-- Worm Parasitism 101 for Great Grub
*
How truly blessed! How fine! How rare! How special! How unique!
Evolving fish souls never fuck, eat, shit, or take a leak!
*
a dedication of Respect
for
the salty Proof in the Evolutionary piss
a revolving helios couplet menippean satire on
programmed sheeple
steeped in traditional "soul" shit
full sanctioned
september, 2023 -- yet sealed in the tomb after three days
the stink of fish
Written by Jordan
(D.O.C.)
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Train to the afterlife
The heady rush of steam
steady, the clickity clack,
of, your times elapse
the crackle of the speaker
last train that you take,
your death, then your wake
from the light into the tunnels black
one way ticket, we all get
our fore-life played on sepia film
a lottery of life unfilled, what`s coming yet,
chilled panorama of decay
of glimpses and reflection
mighty organs, strains that play
rushing onward, whistling towards perfection
the locomotion to eternities
heading North past visas wide
aura of the northern lights
into the cosmoses, jewelled space
beyond the heaven we embrace
beyond the blue light years away
traveling to the evergreen
a rainbow paradise of dreams
new beginnings are the terminus
to join my wife, just the two of us
steady, the clickity clack,
of, your times elapse
the crackle of the speaker
last train that you take,
your death, then your wake
from the light into the tunnels black
one way ticket, we all get
our fore-life played on sepia film
a lottery of life unfilled, what`s coming yet,
chilled panorama of decay
of glimpses and reflection
mighty organs, strains that play
rushing onward, whistling towards perfection
the locomotion to eternities
heading North past visas wide
aura of the northern lights
into the cosmoses, jewelled space
beyond the heaven we embrace
beyond the blue light years away
traveling to the evergreen
a rainbow paradise of dreams
new beginnings are the terminus
to join my wife, just the two of us
Written by slipalong
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Gobshite Oracles
Eulogized, by a bottle of Snapple, I snap my garter as I
listen to Rachmaninoff and some gobshite oracles.
Through my mind's chimney top and cracks in my dark
stove pipe hat. Taking a shine, to the hermit in the mirror,
a "Weekend at Bernie's." Thinking that I am Poe. Another
drink, another blackout of a living corpse. Where the fuck
are my sunglasses get those frigging crows off my shutters.
Welcoming you my Fonzie moment.
listen to Rachmaninoff and some gobshite oracles.
Through my mind's chimney top and cracks in my dark
stove pipe hat. Taking a shine, to the hermit in the mirror,
a "Weekend at Bernie's." Thinking that I am Poe. Another
drink, another blackout of a living corpse. Where the fuck
are my sunglasses get those frigging crows off my shutters.
Welcoming you my Fonzie moment.
Written by PaleSkies
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dearly departed
dearly departed,
we're gathered here
without a moment of preparation
on your loss
it came as
a shock
to most of us
and I fell
to my knees
at the news of
your passing
I gripped
the roots
in the ground
and held myself
right there
one last time
you provided
me
with a tether
one more time
you proved
time and again that
this is just
a transition
and
not all of us
will be ready
for what comes with it.
dearly
departed
I've gathered
my teeth for you
I've filed down my fangs
I've been
stuck
in my head
for so long
if currents
are currently
creating
turbulence
I want
nothing
to do with this
dearly departed
I've gathered
your bones.
I'm not strong enough
to carry you
across
that vast desert
it's taxing on
my back
to walk
all that way
I fell to
my knees
counted
to three
closed my
eyes
and screamed.
WHY NOT ME
WHY NOT ME
DEARLY DEPARTED
WHY NOT ME
we're gathered here
without a moment of preparation
on your loss
it came as
a shock
to most of us
and I fell
to my knees
at the news of
your passing
I gripped
the roots
in the ground
and held myself
right there
one last time
you provided
me
with a tether
one more time
you proved
time and again that
this is just
a transition
and
not all of us
will be ready
for what comes with it.
dearly
departed
I've gathered
my teeth for you
I've filed down my fangs
I've been
stuck
in my head
for so long
if currents
are currently
creating
turbulence
I want
nothing
to do with this
dearly departed
I've gathered
your bones.
I'm not strong enough
to carry you
across
that vast desert
it's taxing on
my back
to walk
all that way
I fell to
my knees
counted
to three
closed my
eyes
and screamed.
WHY NOT ME
WHY NOT ME
DEARLY DEPARTED
WHY NOT ME
Written by Dreamboy
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Standing at the crossroads
send me the key
put down the rope
let me climb
to join halfway
where the fallen fell through
where the horizons broke
where darkness divided
the days and nights
I deserted the highway
before my disgrace
and built a stairway
till I saw the surface
but here at
the crossroads
of Nephilim's heart
with so little time
to decide
should I crawl
or must I climb
Written by dejure
(vick)
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