Poetry competition CLOSED 28th November 2011 00:40am
WINNER
666gothchick (Paulina Dionne)
666gothchick (Paulina Dionne)
Different and unusual
Anonymous
A Philosopher and An Exit Wound
I am alien,
so ground
is ancient
forever teaching
how to cum
to
disasters,
ambulance chasers,
and
media pimps,
I am assassinated
without
this weather.
I am alien,
so ground
is ancient
forever teaching
how to cum
to
disasters,
ambulance chasers,
and
media pimps,
I am assassinated
without
this weather.
- The Shamrock Song -
Beneath the willows, by the pool where swim the tiny fish,
Many a gentleman and maid, would oft go to make a wish.
Even I, shamrock in hand, would cast it out upon the water,
And wish for a magical kiss from some beauteous daughter.
But pools are not as magical as young minds will oft believe,
And shamrocks are but clovers with four leaves, not three!
So from the pool in woodland green, I left one summer day,
To seek my wish on my own, and so make it come my way.
But the magic of the greenwood is as less when not in view,
And time makes more of memories, than ever was for true.
Even so, once in a while I’ll pluck a shamrock in the fields,
In the hot old summertime: when such beauty nature yields.
Perhaps you’d be the maid I seek, and so I’ll give it forth…
The shamrock I’ve been holding for you, high be it’s worth!
Four leaf clovers are so rare, even in the Emerald Isle fair,
But here across the ocean blue, you’ll find so few to spare!
I’ve given so many to maidens pretty, until I’ve run all out,
For not all that is fair is blessed, and so I’ve had my doubt.
My heart, it trembles at the thought of finding no maid at all,
And long I’ve sung my fairest song, and none hear my call.
So long ye willows, farewell ye pool, and dreams once fine,
If only dreams were grand enough, to make a maiden mine!
I’ve been to all the holy places, and prayed prayers aloud,
And I’ve been to all the lucky sites, where oft goes a crowd.
But prayers and luck are not enough, when love is all I need,
And so I sing of the shamrock, this knight upon noble steed!
Can you hear me from where I sing? I will hope that you can,
I have a song, but no precious ring. Yet I must be your man!
I’ve been in the societies, where secrets are often the trade,
I’ve been in the battles, where I did swing my shining blade.
I’ve lived enough for a dozen men, and have more yet to do,
And so I offer up my song, beneath a sky becoming so blue!
I hear the birds are calling, and their voices cry a symphony,
But not a single note of it, can match a fair maid’s company.
A dance is best when two there are, upon the marble floor…
Dance with me my pretty maid, so we will laugh once more!
Tie a ribbon in your hair, and pin a daisy or two right there…
Now your beauty is beyond compare, so let us Heaven dare!
Dare to dance as the blessed may, and sing like angels will…
Dare to live and love to the fullest, and embrace every thrill!
There is no point in waiting long, when I am so easy to find,
Just open your heart, tell me you care, and open your mind.
Beneath the willows, by the pool where swim the tiny fish,
Many a gentleman and maid, would oft go to make a wish.
Even I, shamrock in hand, would cast it out upon the water,
And wish for a magical kiss from some beauteous daughter.
But pools are not as magical as young minds will oft believe,
And shamrocks are but clovers with four leaves, not three!
So from the pool in woodland green, I left one summer day,
To seek my wish on my own, and so make it come my way.
But the magic of the greenwood is as less when not in view,
And time makes more of memories, than ever was for true.
Even so, once in a while I’ll pluck a shamrock in the fields,
In the hot old summertime: when such beauty nature yields.
Perhaps you’d be the maid I seek, and so I’ll give it forth…
The shamrock I’ve been holding for you, high be it’s worth!
Four leaf clovers are so rare, even in the Emerald Isle fair,
But here across the ocean blue, you’ll find so few to spare!
I’ve given so many to maidens pretty, until I’ve run all out,
For not all that is fair is blessed, and so I’ve had my doubt.
My heart, it trembles at the thought of finding no maid at all,
And long I’ve sung my fairest song, and none hear my call.
So long ye willows, farewell ye pool, and dreams once fine,
If only dreams were grand enough, to make a maiden mine!
I’ve been to all the holy places, and prayed prayers aloud,
And I’ve been to all the lucky sites, where oft goes a crowd.
But prayers and luck are not enough, when love is all I need,
And so I sing of the shamrock, this knight upon noble steed!
Can you hear me from where I sing? I will hope that you can,
I have a song, but no precious ring. Yet I must be your man!
I’ve been in the societies, where secrets are often the trade,
I’ve been in the battles, where I did swing my shining blade.
I’ve lived enough for a dozen men, and have more yet to do,
And so I offer up my song, beneath a sky becoming so blue!
I hear the birds are calling, and their voices cry a symphony,
But not a single note of it, can match a fair maid’s company.
A dance is best when two there are, upon the marble floor…
Dance with me my pretty maid, so we will laugh once more!
Tie a ribbon in your hair, and pin a daisy or two right there…
Now your beauty is beyond compare, so let us Heaven dare!
Dare to dance as the blessed may, and sing like angels will…
Dare to live and love to the fullest, and embrace every thrill!
There is no point in waiting long, when I am so easy to find,
Just open your heart, tell me you care, and open your mind.
Anonymous
Dear Cutter
Hey,
want to play?
Victimise me.
In the most
sadist way.
Take care of
your wrists
use your blade
on my back.
Let me feel
the drops flow
down my spine.
Cuff my
ankle to your
mirror
stare at the
reflection
of your
dirty
man.
Take care
of thy mind.
Feed it
from heart
let go of the
torment
make it mine
though it was
never yours.
Oh forget it,
just get naked.
And pretend
I whispered
the sweet
nothings
you wanted to hear.
_________________________________________________________________
The above is the clean version of this write, for the uncensored version read here:
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/32940-dear-cutter/
Hey,
want to play?
Victimise me.
In the most
sadist way.
Take care of
your wrists
use your blade
on my back.
Let me feel
the drops flow
down my spine.
Cuff my
ankle to your
mirror
stare at the
reflection
of your
dirty
man.
Take care
of thy mind.
Feed it
from heart
let go of the
torment
make it mine
though it was
never yours.
Oh forget it,
just get naked.
And pretend
I whispered
the sweet
nothings
you wanted to hear.
_________________________________________________________________
The above is the clean version of this write, for the uncensored version read here:
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/32940-dear-cutter/
Anonymous
Breast
=====
the succulent nipple of life
the mother of me
a sun has shined and i have looked
like teacher told me too
like teacher
exacted in math
your eyes squint upward each night
i see you
each night i try
to lay a hand upon your knee
quick answer to a faster question
sorry for the delay
miss stop-sign
miss speed
ran
these fingered-keys are plucked safe
this brain never bleeds
only the heart I have constantly
thought and re-thought
baby baby
you bounced as you walked through
the techno colored lights
you always bounce
waist high
i cannot forget the billboards
you have seen
i cannot forget your black
and white striped shirt
right down the block
god-damn
=====
the succulent nipple of life
the mother of me
a sun has shined and i have looked
like teacher told me too
like teacher
exacted in math
your eyes squint upward each night
i see you
each night i try
to lay a hand upon your knee
quick answer to a faster question
sorry for the delay
miss stop-sign
miss speed
ran
these fingered-keys are plucked safe
this brain never bleeds
only the heart I have constantly
thought and re-thought
baby baby
you bounced as you walked through
the techno colored lights
you always bounce
waist high
i cannot forget the billboards
you have seen
i cannot forget your black
and white striped shirt
right down the block
god-damn
Life as a CROW.....
"The first rays of the sun,
the first breeze of the morn
and I come out.
In multitudes with alacrity.
Omnipresent. Identical.
An army of black.
A sporadic plague.
Cacophony.
Filth all the way.
I am an outcast.
I live and die alone
On electric wires, like art installations.
I am a smuggler.
I am a thief
And I am a thief's friend
I am fooled by my fellow avian friend
(wry smile-caw!)
I am black. I am hoarse.
I am ugly.
But look close! you could just find-
the myriad colours amid the sheen of my feathers
Or may be if you could
just ignore me feeding on filth,
which once belonged to you."
"The first rays of the sun,
the first breeze of the morn
and I come out.
In multitudes with alacrity.
Omnipresent. Identical.
An army of black.
A sporadic plague.
Cacophony.
Filth all the way.
I am an outcast.
I live and die alone
On electric wires, like art installations.
I am a smuggler.
I am a thief
And I am a thief's friend
I am fooled by my fellow avian friend
(wry smile-caw!)
I am black. I am hoarse.
I am ugly.
But look close! you could just find-
the myriad colours amid the sheen of my feathers
Or may be if you could
just ignore me feeding on filth,
which once belonged to you."
VAGINA MONOLOGUE
"I am the vagina
I am 'everyone'
I am everywhere(?)
I give and take
I come in shapes
I help in imparting genetic blueprints
I give birth
I am slippery at times
I sell everywhere
I am the 'mother' of all mothers
I swallow and cry
I convulse and tighten
I am the giver
I am the magnetic black hole
I am the moist cave
I am the mystical triangle
I get tresspassed
I get mauled, marauded
I get hurt and hijacked
I am worth billions
I am enlightenment
I am the door-the pedestal(I eject flesh!)
I am sterile
I am both minor and major
I am a seething volcano
I intake billions-swimming
and bring forth billions-teary eyed
I am the melting pot
I am god-the creator
I am just an orifice
(And so much more than that!)"
"I am the vagina
I am 'everyone'
I am everywhere(?)
I give and take
I come in shapes
I help in imparting genetic blueprints
I give birth
I am slippery at times
I sell everywhere
I am the 'mother' of all mothers
I swallow and cry
I convulse and tighten
I am the giver
I am the magnetic black hole
I am the moist cave
I am the mystical triangle
I get tresspassed
I get mauled, marauded
I get hurt and hijacked
I am worth billions
I am enlightenment
I am the door-the pedestal(I eject flesh!)
I am sterile
I am both minor and major
I am a seething volcano
I intake billions-swimming
and bring forth billions-teary eyed
I am the melting pot
I am god-the creator
I am just an orifice
(And so much more than that!)"
thanks love
Love.... O how I loved you.... I loved the way you sed you love me.... But truly you didn't
I love the way you made me that day.... So hated, so forsaken and alone....
I love it when I try to talk to you look away...
I love how you told me you didn't whant to be with any one at the time... And three days later you all ready had found some one else
I love the fact that I gave you my hart.... Then how you looked me in my eyes and crushed it as if it was trash...
Most importantly I love the fact that you are happy.... But sadly not with me.... Thanks...
Thanks for every thing love
Love.... O how I loved you.... I loved the way you sed you love me.... But truly you didn't
I love the way you made me that day.... So hated, so forsaken and alone....
I love it when I try to talk to you look away...
I love how you told me you didn't whant to be with any one at the time... And three days later you all ready had found some one else
I love the fact that I gave you my hart.... Then how you looked me in my eyes and crushed it as if it was trash...
Most importantly I love the fact that you are happy.... But sadly not with me.... Thanks...
Thanks for every thing love
my blade
I love the fact you get me through life... But yet I hate the fact you leave me scared
At times I hate the sight of you... But yet times I can't stop thinking of you
The way you help me bleed out all my problems...
You always make me feel better at the same time make me hate my self more
Well at lest I now you will never stop loving me.... Unlike every one else
I don't know how I would get through life with out you blade
I love the fact you get me through life... But yet I hate the fact you leave me scared
At times I hate the sight of you... But yet times I can't stop thinking of you
The way you help me bleed out all my problems...
You always make me feel better at the same time make me hate my self more
Well at lest I now you will never stop loving me.... Unlike every one else
I don't know how I would get through life with out you blade
if it offends anyone sorry...
one,two,three tongues all up in me
as i lay wondering what a life
sucking, licking, slurping the juices flowing
fingering,pinching, fisting no other place id wanna be
can you imagine this would be gone if i became someones wife
the scent and juice of my tight shaven pussy my nipples now glowing
the sluts of the night make my legs tremble as i scream and moan
for every minute passing by i want more and more
the dildos become a reality as if i had a man to bone
one slut nibbles my hard nipples sayin uve beed a naughty whore
one,two,three tongues all up in me
as i lay wondering what a life
sucking, licking, slurping the juices flowing
fingering,pinching, fisting no other place id wanna be
can you imagine this would be gone if i became someones wife
the scent and juice of my tight shaven pussy my nipples now glowing
the sluts of the night make my legs tremble as i scream and moan
for every minute passing by i want more and more
the dildos become a reality as if i had a man to bone
one slut nibbles my hard nipples sayin uve beed a naughty whore
The spirit of the weak
They do not know how to defend.
They usually simply bend
under the pressure of the strong.
I think this world is wrong.
The revolution cannot wait.
If they don't rise, it is to late.
They must revolt, they must be one.
If they unite, they can be one.
They have to rise this very day.
The strong led them too long astray
to strengthen their own holy might.
I think this world's not right.
The spirit of the weak did crumble,
but today they will humble
the houses of the strongest men.
The weak will shout: "We can!"
They do not know how to defend.
They usually simply bend
under the pressure of the strong.
I think this world is wrong.
The revolution cannot wait.
If they don't rise, it is to late.
They must revolt, they must be one.
If they unite, they can be one.
They have to rise this very day.
The strong led them too long astray
to strengthen their own holy might.
I think this world's not right.
The spirit of the weak did crumble,
but today they will humble
the houses of the strongest men.
The weak will shout: "We can!"
