Poetry competition CLOSED 26th September 2023 2:43pm
WINNER
mysteriouslady
mysteriouslady
RUNNER-UP:
slipalong
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Mirror, mirror on the wall
Poetry Contest Description
You dared look straight in the mirror with that fierce look of yours....and it broke. Why did it break? What happened?
Can be funny or totally tragic. Can't wait to hear from you.
Poems to 50 lines preferred.
Poems to 50 lines preferred.
You Best Take a Good, Hard Look at Yourself in the Mirror!
Or I'll Break Your Ass Again!
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Each dawn I yet look daggers at my cheeky, classless glass --
till shamed it breaks its habit crass of whistling at my ass.
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Each dawn I yet look daggers at my cheeky, classless glass --
till shamed it breaks its habit crass of whistling at my ass.
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Written by Jordan
(D.O.C.)
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Mirror mirror on the wall
Mirror mirror on the wall
Why are you being so mean to me
While I do everything to please thee
Yet every day I walk in front of you
You crack a bit more at the edges
As if it strains you to see me go by
All nice and neat in my Sunday best
Even on a lousy work day
I must come to the conclusion that you do not one bit
With my clothes or my entourage agree
But what can I do, I must pay the bills
Otherwise the hoodlooms will get nasty
And my body will end up in the landfill.
Why are you being so mean to me
While I do everything to please thee
Yet every day I walk in front of you
You crack a bit more at the edges
As if it strains you to see me go by
All nice and neat in my Sunday best
Even on a lousy work day
I must come to the conclusion that you do not one bit
With my clothes or my entourage agree
But what can I do, I must pay the bills
Otherwise the hoodlooms will get nasty
And my body will end up in the landfill.
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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Abused
My hair is knotted, shirt stained with blood.
I can barely walk, I am lost in the pouring rain.
I have no where to go. I can barely see.
My nose is broken I am bruised from head to toe test after test, x-rays, and blood taken.
Doctor after doctor after doctor, I have cried for weeks my heart aches, the trust I once had has vanished, it is impossible to look at myself in the mirror, I am now disgusted by my own name I have nightmares and flashbacks, I am only seventeen, and I've truly feared for my own life. I had to give constant statements. Endless pictures were taken, at the time I looked my worst. The self-confidence I once had built is now shattered. Though it appears I have healed, to the outside world, when I look in the mirror All I see is bruises, blood, and tears. I am raw.
I am cold. I know I am a beauty, but all I can see is a beast. I want my life back, but the constant reminder is there, everyone pulls me in a different direction to "cope", I have been to a literal hell on earth and back, now that I am the victim, now that I am me, can I look someone in the eye and say "Not guilty" with ease?
I can barely walk, I am lost in the pouring rain.
I have no where to go. I can barely see.
My nose is broken I am bruised from head to toe test after test, x-rays, and blood taken.
Doctor after doctor after doctor, I have cried for weeks my heart aches, the trust I once had has vanished, it is impossible to look at myself in the mirror, I am now disgusted by my own name I have nightmares and flashbacks, I am only seventeen, and I've truly feared for my own life. I had to give constant statements. Endless pictures were taken, at the time I looked my worst. The self-confidence I once had built is now shattered. Though it appears I have healed, to the outside world, when I look in the mirror All I see is bruises, blood, and tears. I am raw.
I am cold. I know I am a beauty, but all I can see is a beast. I want my life back, but the constant reminder is there, everyone pulls me in a different direction to "cope", I have been to a literal hell on earth and back, now that I am the victim, now that I am me, can I look someone in the eye and say "Not guilty" with ease?
Written by Asani
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Split personality
Is presence seemed the norm
the morning welcomes, steamy
in its portrait blurred, it sees everything
passions breath from sensualities despot
lies and treachery, pleasures gain
to touch of frost, the smiling grimace
for none can see the crack, highs and lows
for it divides the married hidden split
its fissures are a perfect match
filled with the grout of loneliness
persona with its light and black
but in reverse with a hidden crack
a cloud of condensation laid
which side, the cleft revealed today
the morning welcomes, steamy
in its portrait blurred, it sees everything
passions breath from sensualities despot
lies and treachery, pleasures gain
to touch of frost, the smiling grimace
for none can see the crack, highs and lows
for it divides the married hidden split
its fissures are a perfect match
filled with the grout of loneliness
persona with its light and black
but in reverse with a hidden crack
a cloud of condensation laid
which side, the cleft revealed today
Written by slipalong
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Broken images
Shattered pieces of the mirror on the ground
every piece forms a sound
of what I always wanted to be yet not
Screams of my past caused said destruction
loud from afar, then soft whispers so near
that only I only can hear
I catch a faint glance of myself
in the messy shards
these are images Id love to discard
Trying to put these scattered pieces back together
my fingers and soul blood-stained forever
I need to heal in order to see myself again...
every piece forms a sound
of what I always wanted to be yet not
Screams of my past caused said destruction
loud from afar, then soft whispers so near
that only I only can hear
I catch a faint glance of myself
in the messy shards
these are images Id love to discard
Trying to put these scattered pieces back together
my fingers and soul blood-stained forever
I need to heal in order to see myself again...
Written by mysteriouslady
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