Poetry competition CLOSED 12th June 2024 8:15am
WINNER
Liziantus-Marantus (Ivelina Boneva)
Liziantus-Marantus (Ivelina Boneva)
Misery, suffering, despair, loneliness.
The Day We Met
The deafening tears in the hallway
As whispers echo in the distance
Screams approaching the doorway
I'm fading out of existence
I hear the sound of a screeching door
As the nurse let my family in
The shuffling of shoes on the floor
As drool runs slowly down my chin
I feel the moisture from his tears
From a face I can't remember
I love you dad is all I hear
Sounds of his voice so familiar
Can't place where I know him from
My eyes still unable to open
But my heart is soothed with comfort
Memories coming back soon I'm hoping
Dark and gray consume my vision
As I try to form some words to say
Approaching me now my wife's mission
Nothing could ever stand in her way
I can hear her whisper in my ear
As she places her hand on my chest
Don't leave me now I love you dear
As I force out words with my final breath
I love you too sweetie
You've always been my angel
Please move forward without me
I know this must be painful
All the things I wish I could say
As my body this darkness now consumes
And at that moment I floated away
And from above I saw the whole room
All this love I felt that filled my life
My body laying on my deathbed
My son standing next to my kneeling wife
As beautiful and precious as the day we met
As whispers echo in the distance
Screams approaching the doorway
I'm fading out of existence
I hear the sound of a screeching door
As the nurse let my family in
The shuffling of shoes on the floor
As drool runs slowly down my chin
I feel the moisture from his tears
From a face I can't remember
I love you dad is all I hear
Sounds of his voice so familiar
Can't place where I know him from
My eyes still unable to open
But my heart is soothed with comfort
Memories coming back soon I'm hoping
Dark and gray consume my vision
As I try to form some words to say
Approaching me now my wife's mission
Nothing could ever stand in her way
I can hear her whisper in my ear
As she places her hand on my chest
Don't leave me now I love you dear
As I force out words with my final breath
I love you too sweetie
You've always been my angel
Please move forward without me
I know this must be painful
All the things I wish I could say
As my body this darkness now consumes
And at that moment I floated away
And from above I saw the whole room
All this love I felt that filled my life
My body laying on my deathbed
My son standing next to my kneeling wife
As beautiful and precious as the day we met
Written by Mstrmnd1923
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toniscales said:My deepest apologies to Grace and the rest of the poets in this competition. I was tired from personal issues and did not fully absorb the context of what I was reading and misinterpreting. I hope I did not cause any problems. Thank you so much, and again, I offer my sincerest apologies for my mistake. Thank you, Toni Scales.
That's alright Toni. I understand.
That's alright Toni. I understand.
Butterfly Of Loneliness
Outside,I saw a butterfly.
She was too shy to fly.
""But what if I fail?"", she said as she wept diamonds.
She spread her wings and fell on the ground.
It seems her hope is nowhere to be found.
Then she met a ladybug,that helped her up to fly.
She said,"" Trust me,just try!"".
But again,hope was nowhere to be found.
Someone had turned it into ashes on the ground.
None of her color is left, or found.
Now the butterfly wanders the cold forest all alone.
Waiting to feel an emotion that is warm.
Up in the sky,she fled from bears,wolves and beasts.
All waiting for her defeat.
All day,she hoped for love to meet.
She wouldn't stop,untill she felt complete.
But alas, she wandered the sky all alone.
She reached the stars all on her own.
She felt,that something she had achieved.
But she never felt complete.
She was too shy to fly.
""But what if I fail?"", she said as she wept diamonds.
She spread her wings and fell on the ground.
It seems her hope is nowhere to be found.
Then she met a ladybug,that helped her up to fly.
She said,"" Trust me,just try!"".
But again,hope was nowhere to be found.
Someone had turned it into ashes on the ground.
None of her color is left, or found.
Now the butterfly wanders the cold forest all alone.
Waiting to feel an emotion that is warm.
Up in the sky,she fled from bears,wolves and beasts.
All waiting for her defeat.
All day,she hoped for love to meet.
She wouldn't stop,untill she felt complete.
But alas, she wandered the sky all alone.
She reached the stars all on her own.
She felt,that something she had achieved.
But she never felt complete.
Written by Liziantus-Marantus
(Ivelina Boneva)
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Numb Little Bug
Do you ever get tired of life?
With thoughts,wild at night.
Do you ever wish you were free?
Or be someone else entirely?
Like you are alive,but not there.
And you don't want to die.
And nobody seems to share.
And I just want to see if this will make me happy.
I'm tired of pretending I care,when I don't.
I have sympathy,it's true.
Surely,you can see it too.
But at this point ,I don't feel a single thing.
From the medication I had to count.
I tried everything to heal.
It's like I want to shed a tear.
But at the same time,I don't.
Like I am on a sinking ship in a sea far away.
Where nobody can find me.
Or take me away.
Where nobody sees me for who I am.
But I am a numb little bug.
I am trying my best.
But this world is too big.
And I don't know what to do.
I feel like a numb little bug.
And I really need a hug.
I'm tired of quick repairs to cope.
Like I have to keep trying,in order to survive.
But I'm just a numb little bug.
Wondering if you feel the same.
Or if we share the same name.
In this world,we try to be tame.
But there's so much in my head.
And I never seem to want to leave my bed.
Do you ever feel a little bit tired of life?
Like you are happy,but at the same time not?
Do you ever feel overwhelmed?
Or like beginning to rot inside?
Now listen,I'll tell you why.
I'm like a numb little bug,I can't deny.
I try to keep positive and fly.
But I have no wings.
I just want to be happy.
Loved,whole.
Alas,I'm a numb little bug.
And I really need a hug.
One day ,I'll fly away.
And I won't feel numb another day.
As music begins to play.
With thoughts,wild at night.
Do you ever wish you were free?
Or be someone else entirely?
Like you are alive,but not there.
And you don't want to die.
And nobody seems to share.
And I just want to see if this will make me happy.
I'm tired of pretending I care,when I don't.
I have sympathy,it's true.
Surely,you can see it too.
But at this point ,I don't feel a single thing.
From the medication I had to count.
I tried everything to heal.
It's like I want to shed a tear.
But at the same time,I don't.
Like I am on a sinking ship in a sea far away.
Where nobody can find me.
Or take me away.
Where nobody sees me for who I am.
But I am a numb little bug.
I am trying my best.
But this world is too big.
And I don't know what to do.
I feel like a numb little bug.
And I really need a hug.
I'm tired of quick repairs to cope.
Like I have to keep trying,in order to survive.
But I'm just a numb little bug.
Wondering if you feel the same.
Or if we share the same name.
In this world,we try to be tame.
But there's so much in my head.
And I never seem to want to leave my bed.
Do you ever feel a little bit tired of life?
Like you are happy,but at the same time not?
Do you ever feel overwhelmed?
Or like beginning to rot inside?
Now listen,I'll tell you why.
I'm like a numb little bug,I can't deny.
I try to keep positive and fly.
But I have no wings.
I just want to be happy.
Loved,whole.
Alas,I'm a numb little bug.
And I really need a hug.
One day ,I'll fly away.
And I won't feel numb another day.
As music begins to play.
Written by Liziantus-Marantus
(Ivelina Boneva)
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Inverted Skies
I woke to where you fell asleep
on asphalt crumbled unfulfilled.
I walked the confines of that street,
my hands familiar with the wheel,
my ears familiar with the roar
of engine grinding piston speak,
the sounds before the metals meet
and fold themselves like sheets of tin
around the place your heart had been.
Around the place your heart had been
a glassy spray of diamonds strung
in disarray, like stars, descend
and fall among the embers flung
to smolder in the wind.
Is this the thing that God intends?
The big machine has closed his eyes.
Your sparkle flees inverted skies
to sprinkle light through Heaven's door.
The moon has fallen on the shore.
Dedication to a friend
who died in a car accident
Written by DampKitten
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Dead Blooms
Departed are the hours I can wile away the pale moon
Now but wrinkle chin the coming eves of doom
And tea leaves have all but been strained
The wafting of my predicament In shadows
My wasted old bones laying midnight winds
My musing crone gives me the blessing and kisses of dead blooms
The frozen pond is thin the chill has left my quill
Leading me to my forgotten prose on the other side window sill
Silently my sighs and closing eyes cry at unfinished words
Departed are the hours I can wile away the pale moon
Now but wrinkle chin the coming eves of doom
And tea leaves have all but been strained
The wafting of my predicament In shadows
My wasted old bones laying midnight winds
My musing crone gives me the blessing and kisses of dead blooms
The frozen pond is thin the chill has left my quill
Leading me to my forgotten prose on the other side window sill
Silently my sighs and closing eyes cry at unfinished words
Departed are the hours I can wile away the pale moon
Written by adagio
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Confessions of A Schizophrenic
I step into this poem with a premonition -
I will let the world know who I am.
What shall I find beyond the fog of uncertainty?
What have I failed to recognize in this life?
Well, this is not a life; this is not a dream.
How porous is the wall
that divides my mind?
That divides reality from dreams.
Oh, but the dream world allows me to feel
what I thought was never real.
In this world, I feel peace and serenity
and all my characters welcome me
with open arms and a thank you
for the noble heart
I’ve always felt morally obliged to offer.
On the dreamy side of the wall,
the sun drapes its warmth over my face;
its rays blanket my skin - shielding me
from the cold and bitter side of reality.
Oh, how I love to imagine a normal life.
Always drawn to this thinning barrier,
I’ll jump up and cling to the edge, peering over.
What a strange world reality is!
I’ll see figures in the distance, laughing, conversing.
Their silhouettes eerily presented in the moonlight of veracity.
I can feel the chill
of reality assaulting my face.
Oh, what a bitter world!
None of these bodies seem to mind the dimness,
the cold; they’re happy. How?
I’ll stare beyond this crumbling wall.
Now and again, someone will stop, turn and stare at me.
I don’t know what they think or feel.
It’s too dark for me to know.
I’ll see the whiteness of their eyes; I know they stare.
One day two silhouettes strolled along.
With faint voices, they gazed in my direction
as their pace slowed and voices faded.
Then a roar of laughter charged my way,
ricocheting, and echoing across the world of reality.
In the cold, lengthy plumes of breath emerged.
One shook his head; the other stared at me;
their white eyes piercing the darkness like two arrows.
The wall, however; shielded me… as it always has.
I’m home here. Nothing can hurt me… no judgments.
I gaze and ponder at the real world.
Frigid gusts of rejection
attack my exposed inner self;
their vicious assaults quite overpowering,
as I felt the warmth of acceptance behind me…
A warm hand came to rest upon my shoulder.
I turned to the light to see
a sun-lit face, washed in a flush complexion.
Belonging to a gorgeous person.
Those eyes… oh, those eyes drew me in.
The smile thawed me.
A tear of contentment
flew down my cheek.
The lips of that perfect smile spoke to me,
“Come back home Daniel.”
I will let the world know who I am.
What shall I find beyond the fog of uncertainty?
What have I failed to recognize in this life?
Well, this is not a life; this is not a dream.
How porous is the wall
that divides my mind?
That divides reality from dreams.
Oh, but the dream world allows me to feel
what I thought was never real.
In this world, I feel peace and serenity
and all my characters welcome me
with open arms and a thank you
for the noble heart
I’ve always felt morally obliged to offer.
On the dreamy side of the wall,
the sun drapes its warmth over my face;
its rays blanket my skin - shielding me
from the cold and bitter side of reality.
Oh, how I love to imagine a normal life.
Always drawn to this thinning barrier,
I’ll jump up and cling to the edge, peering over.
What a strange world reality is!
I’ll see figures in the distance, laughing, conversing.
Their silhouettes eerily presented in the moonlight of veracity.
I can feel the chill
of reality assaulting my face.
Oh, what a bitter world!
None of these bodies seem to mind the dimness,
the cold; they’re happy. How?
I’ll stare beyond this crumbling wall.
Now and again, someone will stop, turn and stare at me.
I don’t know what they think or feel.
It’s too dark for me to know.
I’ll see the whiteness of their eyes; I know they stare.
One day two silhouettes strolled along.
With faint voices, they gazed in my direction
as their pace slowed and voices faded.
Then a roar of laughter charged my way,
ricocheting, and echoing across the world of reality.
In the cold, lengthy plumes of breath emerged.
One shook his head; the other stared at me;
their white eyes piercing the darkness like two arrows.
The wall, however; shielded me… as it always has.
I’m home here. Nothing can hurt me… no judgments.
I gaze and ponder at the real world.
Frigid gusts of rejection
attack my exposed inner self;
their vicious assaults quite overpowering,
as I felt the warmth of acceptance behind me…
A warm hand came to rest upon my shoulder.
I turned to the light to see
a sun-lit face, washed in a flush complexion.
Belonging to a gorgeous person.
Those eyes… oh, those eyes drew me in.
The smile thawed me.
A tear of contentment
flew down my cheek.
The lips of that perfect smile spoke to me,
“Come back home Daniel.”
Written by gothicsurrealism
(Daniel Long)
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I'm already gone
I walk with head down
Hiding my gaze
Deflecting suspicious glances
Leaving all dazed
Everyone sees it
Pain, hurt, loneliness and fear
But they want no part
Intentionally steer clear
A diseased leper
Shunned from society
Crying for help
But all eyes turn from me
Everyday I decay
Waiting for the grave
Past the tipping point
Of being saved
See me and run
Stop to say bye, don't
I'm not there
I'm already gone
Hiding my gaze
Deflecting suspicious glances
Leaving all dazed
Everyone sees it
Pain, hurt, loneliness and fear
But they want no part
Intentionally steer clear
A diseased leper
Shunned from society
Crying for help
But all eyes turn from me
Everyday I decay
Waiting for the grave
Past the tipping point
Of being saved
See me and run
Stop to say bye, don't
I'm not there
I'm already gone
Written by Kaden_Malis
(Kaden Malis)
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Grandpa
How I remember you
Always happy, never blue
Summer weekends always a blast
Priceless memories from my past
We'd go on the boat, have lunch and talk
Simpler times that slipped away through a clock
As I became older you were always there
You helped me out when I was in despair
When I moved away
We'd call one another every few days
One day I received that dreadful call
You lost consciousness and had a deadly fall
They tried to resuscitate but to no avail
My heart was punctured, I began to wail
Many years have gone since grandpa died
I write this poem to share and to confide.
Always happy, never blue
Summer weekends always a blast
Priceless memories from my past
We'd go on the boat, have lunch and talk
Simpler times that slipped away through a clock
As I became older you were always there
You helped me out when I was in despair
When I moved away
We'd call one another every few days
One day I received that dreadful call
You lost consciousness and had a deadly fall
They tried to resuscitate but to no avail
My heart was punctured, I began to wail
Many years have gone since grandpa died
I write this poem to share and to confide.
Written by Vision_of_insanity
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Square One
Reopening wounds in the gunfire of excusable provocation
My words brim with venom when the heart is bleeding
But hurt never got me off for murder at the mouth
When notorious legends wear their filthy rags so boastfully
Weighing hopes on the idea of all that you did right
To sate the accusations of all the allegations that swell beneath the surface
We are the redeemed until we need an excuse to justify bad behavior
When there’s no such thing as heroes just lesser villains in need of an out of world Savior
Blood shed is still the knife in the back even if the razor doesn’t cut quite so deep
Just hit the snooze on being woken up to the reality of your demons when it’s easier just to go back to sleep
Are there fathers or just pretenses doing just enough to get by
When one man’s guilty bystander is another man with his own story for his alibi
Thank you for your service when it weighs heavier then the compromise of a mutual sense of infidelity
You’ve got a good enough story to be let off the hook because you shoulder more responsibility
I am you but I strive to make a change while you remain the same
You're set in your ways and you’ve earned the right to do so
I just get swift kicks because I’m too young to know any better
And I can’t cry on your cold shoulder because you're a better father than I am a son
I hope you're proud, you helped me write another sad Happy Father’s Day letter
When progress is an illusion and these irritated scars bring us back to square one
Helping me write poems that serenade heartache for assignments undone on this inverted throne
When homework goes beyond grade school but I have to learn how to do these things on my own…
Written by ClovenTongue34
(Nathaniel Peter)
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An Angry Teenager
Come in young man
sit yourself down
and try to relax
I'm here to help you
to listen
to guide you
though your Pain
would you like
to tell me
what's still troubling you
are you still having
those Nightmares
No
Are you having problems
at school
your teachers tell me
your having problems
concentrating
in class
Are you still sad
about your sister
You mustn't Blame Yourself
It was your sisters
Decision
to take her own life
she's gone to a better place
OH
I'm not sad
Just Angry And Bitter
Now i understand
The Truth
The Betrayal
The Lies
The
Two Faced Hollow Words
Now that I've been forced
to see Reality
As it Really is
All Mothers and Fathers
All those adults
with children
THEY LIE
they only want us
to keep up appearances
we're just possessions
like a fucking Pet
Mothers are the worst
they give birth to us
with a vain fucking Hope
that their boyfriends
will stay
Or they fuck all night
with No precautions
And when they find out
their going to have a baby
A New Life
They Kill Us
Like it's our Fault
A Dog
Has more rights
THEN US
Me and my sister
WE Watched the Deals
being made in court
WE WATCHED Them Leave
with knowing Smiles
In their eyes
KNOWING
They will soon be Free
To Do what they Love
To Do
I WATCHED my sister
Slowly Die
Inside
From the SHAME
and those Bastards
on the net
Laughing
At our Pain
And our Mother and Father
fobbing us off
with You
So Tell ME
mr fucking Psychiatrist
What's
The Fucking Point
When even
our mothers and fathers
Are All In Denial
They don't
Really Love US
OH They mean it
When they say it
But Later
It's just a fucking Word
If they meant what they said
They would be on the streets
day and night
NOT ASKING
DEMANDING
Change
But they don't
Do You
Your All The Fucking Same
Justice
Works in Mysterious Ways ER
Where us kids
have less rights
Than a fucking Dog
As far as I can see
mr fucking Psychiatrist
Your a Vulture
A fucking Ponce
You feed off kids like Me
Doctors pills group hug
a good cry all better now
The Bad Man
won't do it again
OH I Understand
Reality Now
The Beatings
The Rapes
The
So Sorry
I won't do it again
until the next time
And mummy
Dear Mommy
Ignoring it
Ignoring the atmosphere
That you can Cut
With a fucking Knife
Ignoring the fact
When daddy moves quick
The kids Twitch
Just so she can have
A fucking Body in er bed
Mothers are a fucking Disgrace
Can't be bothered
To go to war
To protect their kids
And Fuck the Consequences
Can't be bothered
To gather together
To go to war on the streets
to protect US
Your ALL in Denial
Your More Morally Damaged
psychologically Fucked Up
Then Me
It's you lot
that hurt us
coz you allow it
I Will Not grow up
to be like you people
What s the fucking point
Now mr fucking Psychiatrist
I don't want any more pills
I want you to write
On that there piece of paper
That I'm cured
Coz if you don't
I'll come round you house
One night
And burn it to the fucking ground
With You in it
Your a fucking disgrace
You feed us pills
that fuck us up even more
Just so you can have us back
To Feed off our Shame
Don't Make Me come back
I'll fucking show you
How Angry I Am
YOU DON'T really Care
About Us
So why should we care
About Anything
What's The Fucking Point
Come in young man
sit yourself down
and try to relax
I'm here to help you
to listen
to guide you
though your Pain
would you like
to tell me
what's still troubling you
are you still having
those Nightmares
No
Are you having problems
at school
your teachers tell me
your having problems
concentrating
in class
Are you still sad
about your sister
You mustn't Blame Yourself
It was your sisters
Decision
to take her own life
she's gone to a better place
OH
I'm not sad
Just Angry And Bitter
Now i understand
The Truth
The Betrayal
The Lies
The
Two Faced Hollow Words
Now that I've been forced
to see Reality
As it Really is
All Mothers and Fathers
All those adults
with children
THEY LIE
they only want us
to keep up appearances
we're just possessions
like a fucking Pet
Mothers are the worst
they give birth to us
with a vain fucking Hope
that their boyfriends
will stay
Or they fuck all night
with No precautions
And when they find out
their going to have a baby
A New Life
They Kill Us
Like it's our Fault
A Dog
Has more rights
THEN US
Me and my sister
WE Watched the Deals
being made in court
WE WATCHED Them Leave
with knowing Smiles
In their eyes
KNOWING
They will soon be Free
To Do what they Love
To Do
I WATCHED my sister
Slowly Die
Inside
From the SHAME
and those Bastards
on the net
Laughing
At our Pain
And our Mother and Father
fobbing us off
with You
So Tell ME
mr fucking Psychiatrist
What's
The Fucking Point
When even
our mothers and fathers
Are All In Denial
They don't
Really Love US
OH They mean it
When they say it
But Later
It's just a fucking Word
If they meant what they said
They would be on the streets
day and night
NOT ASKING
DEMANDING
Change
But they don't
Do You
Your All The Fucking Same
Justice
Works in Mysterious Ways ER
Where us kids
have less rights
Than a fucking Dog
As far as I can see
mr fucking Psychiatrist
Your a Vulture
A fucking Ponce
You feed off kids like Me
Doctors pills group hug
a good cry all better now
The Bad Man
won't do it again
OH I Understand
Reality Now
The Beatings
The Rapes
The
So Sorry
I won't do it again
until the next time
And mummy
Dear Mommy
Ignoring it
Ignoring the atmosphere
That you can Cut
With a fucking Knife
Ignoring the fact
When daddy moves quick
The kids Twitch
Just so she can have
A fucking Body in er bed
Mothers are a fucking Disgrace
Can't be bothered
To go to war
To protect their kids
And Fuck the Consequences
Can't be bothered
To gather together
To go to war on the streets
to protect US
Your ALL in Denial
Your More Morally Damaged
psychologically Fucked Up
Then Me
It's you lot
that hurt us
coz you allow it
I Will Not grow up
to be like you people
What s the fucking point
Now mr fucking Psychiatrist
I don't want any more pills
I want you to write
On that there piece of paper
That I'm cured
Coz if you don't
I'll come round you house
One night
And burn it to the fucking ground
With You in it
Your a fucking disgrace
You feed us pills
that fuck us up even more
Just so you can have us back
To Feed off our Shame
Don't Make Me come back
I'll fucking show you
How Angry I Am
YOU DON'T really Care
About Us
So why should we care
About Anything
What's The Fucking Point
A Final Week
On Monday night, his job was lost,
Sunday’s fight, a heavy cost.
Car repossessed, no way to roam,
Stranded, he couldn’t make it home.
Tuesday dawn, a friend’s embrace,
Husband’s return, a fearful face.
A shot rang out in confusion’s wake,
A life at stake, his heart did break.
Wednesday’s news, his blood did not align,
A son’s gift, denied by fate’s design.
Pain increased, hope wore thin,
A desperate fight he couldn’t win.
Thursday came, he tried to aid,
A man who fell, his efforts made.
Misunderstood, the family’s blame,
Accusations, steeped in shame.
Friday found him in police control,
Handcuffed to a bed, they stole his soul.
Innocence lost, a world so cold,
Life’s cruel hand, no heart to hold.
Saturday, in silent despair,
A sleeping guard, a gun laid bare.
One final act to end the pain,
A bullet’s flight, freedom gained.
A week’s cruel dance, sorrow wide,
A man who lost, and then he died.
Life’s harsh tune, no second chance,
In darkness deep, his final stance.
Sunday’s fight, a heavy cost.
Car repossessed, no way to roam,
Stranded, he couldn’t make it home.
Tuesday dawn, a friend’s embrace,
Husband’s return, a fearful face.
A shot rang out in confusion’s wake,
A life at stake, his heart did break.
Wednesday’s news, his blood did not align,
A son’s gift, denied by fate’s design.
Pain increased, hope wore thin,
A desperate fight he couldn’t win.
Thursday came, he tried to aid,
A man who fell, his efforts made.
Misunderstood, the family’s blame,
Accusations, steeped in shame.
Friday found him in police control,
Handcuffed to a bed, they stole his soul.
Innocence lost, a world so cold,
Life’s cruel hand, no heart to hold.
Saturday, in silent despair,
A sleeping guard, a gun laid bare.
One final act to end the pain,
A bullet’s flight, freedom gained.
A week’s cruel dance, sorrow wide,
A man who lost, and then he died.
Life’s harsh tune, no second chance,
In darkness deep, his final stance.
Written by Dre_k47
(AnDre James)
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