Poetry Competition Ends 31st March 2025 11:23pm
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DARK!
Poetry Contest Description
Write a short piece (max 200 words) that explores the darker aspects of human nature, the supernatural, or the unknown.
Unleash your inner darkness and craft a tale that will leave us shivering in the shadows. Let your imagination run wild and conjure up a world that's eerie, haunting, and unforgettable.
I'm looking for bold, daring, and unapologetic writing that pushes the boundaries of darkness.
Since forever, my favorite genre is dark, as far as poems are concerned, and now it's your turn to shine!
Will you dare to delve into the darkness?
Persona NON Grata
Some among the things a dark man's mind desires..
Revealing some among the things my dark heart and mind desire
Lord transform me into a word designer
Standing tall among them, announcing myself as their new town crier
With this notorious attitude of no blabber
All I need to be is this persona non grata..
Of these many dark arts
Lord make me a master
Somewhat less desirable
Much rarer
Beside them a total stranger
A very dangerous bystander
Make them see a gun every time I hold a hand dryer..
To be the sole armor bearer
Lord make me a little higher
Make my murmuring voice something sinister
En route to heaven the farther forward and nearer
The judge, jury and executioner of every scandal monger, scaremonger or stirrer
Some among the things my dark heart and mind desire
Appoint me as the minister of any sinister
The master of all the cell sleepers..
A persona non grata!
Not an entry..
Some among the things a dark man's mind desires..
Revealing some among the things my dark heart and mind desire
Lord transform me into a word designer
Standing tall among them, announcing myself as their new town crier
With this notorious attitude of no blabber
All I need to be is this persona non grata..
Of these many dark arts
Lord make me a master
Somewhat less desirable
Much rarer
Beside them a total stranger
A very dangerous bystander
Make them see a gun every time I hold a hand dryer..
To be the sole armor bearer
Lord make me a little higher
Make my murmuring voice something sinister
En route to heaven the farther forward and nearer
The judge, jury and executioner of every scandal monger, scaremonger or stirrer
Some among the things my dark heart and mind desire
Appoint me as the minister of any sinister
The master of all the cell sleepers..
A persona non grata!
Not an entry..
Possession
She woke up in the middle of the night screaming
As if an ominous shadow made a great progression
It was shriek like she had seen some kind of demon
Confessing in tears she was dreaming of possession
Upon the catafalque like an unholy altar there it sat
Waiting for the mourners to come pay their respects
But she was the only believer with keen vision to see it
As the blind grievers waited in line and she was next
And as she leaned over to see her beloved resting
The shadow reached out and pulled her by her chest
Bony fingers clawed into her already broken heart
“Now you’re mine” the shadow whispered obsessed
A coldness entered her mind leaving her numb and dull
When the clamor of a million souls shook from the depths
And her scream echoed the agony of damned spirits
Suffering the torment and anguish of a thousand deaths
But it was the face of her love that frightened her most
Already decayed by eons of melancholy and misery
It was his hand that reached into her mouth and heart
Because the voice and face that tortured her was me
As if an ominous shadow made a great progression
It was shriek like she had seen some kind of demon
Confessing in tears she was dreaming of possession
Upon the catafalque like an unholy altar there it sat
Waiting for the mourners to come pay their respects
But she was the only believer with keen vision to see it
As the blind grievers waited in line and she was next
And as she leaned over to see her beloved resting
The shadow reached out and pulled her by her chest
Bony fingers clawed into her already broken heart
“Now you’re mine” the shadow whispered obsessed
A coldness entered her mind leaving her numb and dull
When the clamor of a million souls shook from the depths
And her scream echoed the agony of damned spirits
Suffering the torment and anguish of a thousand deaths
But it was the face of her love that frightened her most
Already decayed by eons of melancholy and misery
It was his hand that reached into her mouth and heart
Because the voice and face that tortured her was me
Written by wallyroo92
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