Poetry competition CLOSED 30th March 2024 3:13pm
WINNER
CasketSharpe
CasketSharpe
RUNNERS-UP:
wallyroo92
and Razzerleaf
Romance
Sound Of A Muted Sparrow
'Til trumpets in meadows call me a song
with the sound of a muted sparrow
when the winds howl I will sing
sweet love on a rainbow's mandolin
and when ice, frost on the pane
I will play poetic strings
of the eternal side of forever
with everlasting breath
as pollen lay dew on the golden spire
our love blossoms into life's petals
with the sound of a muted sparrow
when the winds howl I will sing
with the sound of a muted sparrow
when the winds howl I will sing
sweet love on a rainbow's mandolin
and when ice, frost on the pane
I will play poetic strings
of the eternal side of forever
with everlasting breath
as pollen lay dew on the golden spire
our love blossoms into life's petals
with the sound of a muted sparrow
when the winds howl I will sing
Written by adagio
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My heart
I scoop the shattered pieces between my hands.
Little shards sometimes snap and penetrate into the gaps between my fingers as I kneel on the floor.
I've performed the task many times before but it's easy to lose fragments amongst the dirt and debris.
I work carefully, every piece missing is a sliver lost in me.
Impossible to fix perfectly, but kindness and sunlight, and being alone for some time, it won't be the same design but it should work alright.
I'll still try.
Little shards sometimes snap and penetrate into the gaps between my fingers as I kneel on the floor.
I've performed the task many times before but it's easy to lose fragments amongst the dirt and debris.
I work carefully, every piece missing is a sliver lost in me.
Impossible to fix perfectly, but kindness and sunlight, and being alone for some time, it won't be the same design but it should work alright.
I'll still try.
Written by Oohloulala
(Loulou)
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Stargazers in Awe
There is a nostalgia in her eyes
Like a memory of million heartbeats echoing through time
A story untold through a near glassy glacial glance
Cold and warm all at once
Reaching out in the night
In the vast expanse there is a sigh
It’s as if there is a secret from the universe wanting to escape
You can almost imagine it as it treks along
Leaving a trail of soft and slow breaths
Leaving stargazers in awe
It becomes kind of like a recollection
Of lovers
Of friends
Maybe even strangers that crossed paths
Far away in the distance
Of those that left imprints
Amidst stardust
…what could’ve been
There’s a depth in the regard
Another hidden world amidst stars that shine
Amidst an array of galaxies
and constellations
Pulsing like heartbeats and palpitations
Leaving stargazers in awe
If you look up and observe long enough
You’ll be able to see the slight flicker
That tiny sparkle that makes dreamers dream dreams
Like waves that travel near and far
Filling the heart with wonder
and melancholy
Somewhere up there
In the northern celestial hemisphere
Pisces watches from the vastness of space
Filled with nostalgia
In eyes that shine
Leaving stargazers…
Written by wallyroo92
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Immortal
If I could only write to you
The severity of my sentiment
If characters were enough
To describe your character
Of kindness, strength and perseverance
If I could only sing to you
I would compare you to the spring
You have awaken dead parts of me
Gracefully revived through gentil strides
And once more I hear the birds melody
If I could only sketch
Your fire agate eyes
And the diagonal lines leading down
To your tender lips I long to kiss
I’d etch you into every corner of the earth
If I could only dance
My body would contort and spin
In an endless ceremony of sunrise
Feeling the warmth of the rays
Of your gaze on my skin
If I could only cast a spell
I’d deem our love eternal
So in the next life, if I can
(Write, sing, sketch, dance)
I will capture you immortal
The severity of my sentiment
If characters were enough
To describe your character
Of kindness, strength and perseverance
If I could only sing to you
I would compare you to the spring
You have awaken dead parts of me
Gracefully revived through gentil strides
And once more I hear the birds melody
If I could only sketch
Your fire agate eyes
And the diagonal lines leading down
To your tender lips I long to kiss
I’d etch you into every corner of the earth
If I could only dance
My body would contort and spin
In an endless ceremony of sunrise
Feeling the warmth of the rays
Of your gaze on my skin
If I could only cast a spell
I’d deem our love eternal
So in the next life, if I can
(Write, sing, sketch, dance)
I will capture you immortal
Written by Isgyppie_
(L.C. McQuillen)
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To Be Eternally with You
“Let me confess before I depart this Earth
Without your love I’ll truly hurt,
“Making my life empty and uncomfortable
Because you’re the missing piece that makes my puzzle whole,
“When our flesh is one for that brief moment
My physical love you erotically own it,
“Sealed at the waist looking at you face-to-face
Lips not touching as my breath you taste,
“Your captivating moans are like a Siren’s song
That grip and pulsate all night long,
“Inch by inch-consuming my giving will
Sending through my body that satisfying chill,
“Keeping my emotions on a roll-so my psyche don’t unfold
Liquid gold, because unknowingly my soul you have a hold,
“That endless clutch, across the borders of time
Not even letting go-after me dying,
“There’s nothing I would not do to keep your love
Sleep on a razor blade rug or let a vampire drain me of blood,
“Until I’m a dead hollow worthless shell
But I will always break free from the gates of Heaven or Hell,
“Stabbing my guardian angel through the heart
Fighting Asmodeous and his demon hoard in the pitch dark,
“Euthanizing all the animals on Noah’s Ark
Setting the Garden of Eden ablaze with a spark,
“Looking at the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah
Because for your love I’ll overcome the cursed horror,
“Minor obstacles I would battle through
Just to be eternally with you”.
Without your love I’ll truly hurt,
“Making my life empty and uncomfortable
Because you’re the missing piece that makes my puzzle whole,
“When our flesh is one for that brief moment
My physical love you erotically own it,
“Sealed at the waist looking at you face-to-face
Lips not touching as my breath you taste,
“Your captivating moans are like a Siren’s song
That grip and pulsate all night long,
“Inch by inch-consuming my giving will
Sending through my body that satisfying chill,
“Keeping my emotions on a roll-so my psyche don’t unfold
Liquid gold, because unknowingly my soul you have a hold,
“That endless clutch, across the borders of time
Not even letting go-after me dying,
“There’s nothing I would not do to keep your love
Sleep on a razor blade rug or let a vampire drain me of blood,
“Until I’m a dead hollow worthless shell
But I will always break free from the gates of Heaven or Hell,
“Stabbing my guardian angel through the heart
Fighting Asmodeous and his demon hoard in the pitch dark,
“Euthanizing all the animals on Noah’s Ark
Setting the Garden of Eden ablaze with a spark,
“Looking at the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah
Because for your love I’ll overcome the cursed horror,
“Minor obstacles I would battle through
Just to be eternally with you”.
Written by CasketSharpe
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Lastly
Replies come like a firestorm
caution is thrown
to winds far far past
where my usual inklings lay comforted
Needing our way,
sequestering us both... away
learning exactly how
to expand and contract
the very molecules of temptation itself
It's all for us—
the sun and moon
which allow for quiet focus
solely on each other,
a concentration of true heartbeats
stir to fully quicken
One rhythm drums... then two
rapture melds into a symbiotic echo,
complimentary sounds
delicately welcome mutual definitions
drown out any doubt,
then slowly burst forth into joyous penetration
of sweet soulful music
Scents of wildflowers
silver limbed pines
and crisp earthiness
waft an unmistakable deep heady ambrosia
freely from the misty, rich wilderness
dense thickets of wondrous solitude
converge all around us
Oh, how it dances!
Your potent look becomes saturated
and purpose driven lusty,
bordering in an almost feral feel
making gooseflesh pin prick my skin
the sight of which, stokes places
full of secrets begging to be spilled
Tender warmth turns to outright hunger
falling in love with that confession,
yes, in the moment,
so hopelessly love swept,
lost in obscurity of intoxicating throes
riding waves of wild thunder
[held steady by your strong hands]
we whole body acquiesce
My mind calls your name
silently, again and again
answers part my lips
with the perfect feel of your mouth
pressing itself onto mine
It's then and there
right there
where a first
becomes
my very last
Written by Bluevelvete
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(my) ' The Nymphs Reply to the Shepherd '
Since all the world and love is one
and truth issues from your glib tongue,
and maiden's wiles your chance improve
I'll live with you and be your love.
And I shall dance and your words sing
for your delight, each gay morning,
and be your muse though nag you so
you Will outwrite that upstart crow!
But I'd rather have a divan bed
than those roses that you have said,
you forgot the thorns, I suppose,
they'd not do much for our repose...
And I'm not sure 'bout those hard rocks
so pull some wool from your old flock,
and make with it a seat to sit
for you and me with sweet comfits.
You need not work on gowns of wool
for changing clime makes sun not dull,
and woolen clothes these sceptered isles
have not been worn for quite a while.
You'll need those buckles made of gold
to pay the swains, or so I'm told,
for socialists make wages high
enough to make the bosses cry.
Those slippers and ivory buds
kirtle, clasps, belts and amber studs,
can all be found in cheap shops now
brought from abroad but God knows how.
And those valleys, groves, hills and fields
are under concrete roads and sealed,
thinking on these, I am sore moved...
to hie me mort to be your love.
and truth issues from your glib tongue,
and maiden's wiles your chance improve
I'll live with you and be your love.
And I shall dance and your words sing
for your delight, each gay morning,
and be your muse though nag you so
you Will outwrite that upstart crow!
But I'd rather have a divan bed
than those roses that you have said,
you forgot the thorns, I suppose,
they'd not do much for our repose...
And I'm not sure 'bout those hard rocks
so pull some wool from your old flock,
and make with it a seat to sit
for you and me with sweet comfits.
You need not work on gowns of wool
for changing clime makes sun not dull,
and woolen clothes these sceptered isles
have not been worn for quite a while.
You'll need those buckles made of gold
to pay the swains, or so I'm told,
for socialists make wages high
enough to make the bosses cry.
Those slippers and ivory buds
kirtle, clasps, belts and amber studs,
can all be found in cheap shops now
brought from abroad but God knows how.
And those valleys, groves, hills and fields
are under concrete roads and sealed,
thinking on these, I am sore moved...
to hie me mort to be your love.
Written by Rew
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