Poetry competition CLOSED 24th March 2012 4:19pm
WINNER
skinnyjean (Llamaliscious)
skinnyjean (Llamaliscious)
RUNNERS-UP:
kriticool
and oceaneyes
Torn
Poetry Contest Description
Write about the turmoil that goes through your head when having to make a life changing decision.
Examples are:
Deciding between two loves
Taking someone off of life support
Getting a divorce
It doesn't have to be these, nor do you have to say what you are trying to decide, nor the decision made, though you can if you want. You just have to describe the turmoil that goes on in your mind when trying to make such hard decisions.
No more than three entries. At least one of them has to be a new write.
Any length is okay.
Have fun and be creative!
Deciding between two loves
Taking someone off of life support
Getting a divorce
It doesn't have to be these, nor do you have to say what you are trying to decide, nor the decision made, though you can if you want. You just have to describe the turmoil that goes on in your mind when trying to make such hard decisions.
No more than three entries. At least one of them has to be a new write.
Any length is okay.
Have fun and be creative!
Sands of time shifting
Folding inside-out
Every Split moment tightens into knots
Then feel as nout
Take my will from me so I have no choice
So the pain is released
I should be deceased
In Dark wonder I am purely erased
It has been forever but not long enough
Find me peace then wrench it out with grief
I would banish your existence from this earth if I could
Brain smashed by quilt
I see no need too breath
I would bring your death for my relief
So I can walk further into the depth of dark
And not return for one year
Only you would be my saviour
Folding inside-out
Every Split moment tightens into knots
Then feel as nout
Take my will from me so I have no choice
So the pain is released
I should be deceased
In Dark wonder I am purely erased
It has been forever but not long enough
Find me peace then wrench it out with grief
I would banish your existence from this earth if I could
Brain smashed by quilt
I see no need too breath
I would bring your death for my relief
So I can walk further into the depth of dark
And not return for one year
Only you would be my saviour
Too High
A ladder
suspended
in the sky
gone laughter
now ended
that echoed to cry ,
the clouds
up-ended
all worried they sigh ,
they huddle
aprehended
in the muddle
that's gone by ,
old rainbows
unbended
the show
has now ended
all colour to die
from full spectrum light ,
equating , frustration
elation , damnation
glass are the eyes
in pupil dilation
the past it now bites
as life now is vacant
so goodbye my wife
I hope you can make it .
A ladder
suspended
in the sky
gone laughter
now ended
that echoed to cry ,
the clouds
up-ended
all worried they sigh ,
they huddle
aprehended
in the muddle
that's gone by ,
old rainbows
unbended
the show
has now ended
all colour to die
from full spectrum light ,
equating , frustration
elation , damnation
glass are the eyes
in pupil dilation
the past it now bites
as life now is vacant
so goodbye my wife
I hope you can make it .
HATE NOT LOVE
It's a new feeling,
I think they call it hate.
I loved you once before,
Before we met our faith.
My love has melted
from your lies and decete.
Your sorries and promice always came to late.
To some, love is just a word,
to me you were that word.
Letting you go took some time,
I figured out you were no longer mine.
To do what you've done you should be ashamed,
instead you lie and say you have changed.
I'm moving on to a nicer place,
where angels walk at a nicer pace.
just always remember it's because of you
my feelings have changed
from love to hate.
It's a new feeling,
I think they call it hate.
I loved you once before,
Before we met our faith.
My love has melted
from your lies and decete.
Your sorries and promice always came to late.
To some, love is just a word,
to me you were that word.
Letting you go took some time,
I figured out you were no longer mine.
To do what you've done you should be ashamed,
instead you lie and say you have changed.
I'm moving on to a nicer place,
where angels walk at a nicer pace.
just always remember it's because of you
my feelings have changed
from love to hate.
"To Be or Not To Be?"
To die or to live?
To sleep or to stay awake?
To love or live alone?
This is really the question.
Pondering the right and wrong.
Instead of seeing what is really there.
Hamlet stands preaching to the audience;
"To be or not to be: That is the question. . ."
The answer?
That is for you to choose.
Look at the life that Hamlet doth live.
Looking for answers.
And seeing the world only one way.
Seeing his mother as something wrong,
disrespecting women instead of seeing who they are.
All of them are the same.
I suppose?
But oh, Look at Ophelia--
She loves him so.
Is she like his mother?
That will marry someone else,
the moment the her love is dead?
Oh no. . .
For her love is true.
Doth not Hamlet see that?
But oh it is to say,
that mortal men
take mortal hand.
And make mortal choice,
on mortal land.
Look at the darkness that this play doth cast.
Look at the monsters that the world will out last.
Look!
Oh look!
For do you not see?
The thin line between,
living and dying.
Dreaming and waking.
Saving and killing.
Hating and loving.
We all have a choice to make.
To love.
To live.
To dream.
To breathe.
To save.
To die.
To wake.
To kill.
To hate.
To lie.
To cry.
Those tears and precious fears.
Of forgotten years.
Forgotten days.
Forgotten times.
Forgotten ways.
Stop pondering. . .
Stop wondering. . .
Stop dying. . .
And start living.
The question is simple as it would seem.
To be or not to be?
To die or to live?
To sleep or to stay awake?
To love or live alone?
This is really the question.
Pondering the right and wrong.
Instead of seeing what is really there.
Hamlet stands preaching to the audience;
"To be or not to be: That is the question. . ."
The answer?
That is for you to choose.
Look at the life that Hamlet doth live.
Looking for answers.
And seeing the world only one way.
Seeing his mother as something wrong,
disrespecting women instead of seeing who they are.
All of them are the same.
I suppose?
But oh, Look at Ophelia--
She loves him so.
Is she like his mother?
That will marry someone else,
the moment the her love is dead?
Oh no. . .
For her love is true.
Doth not Hamlet see that?
But oh it is to say,
that mortal men
take mortal hand.
And make mortal choice,
on mortal land.
Look at the darkness that this play doth cast.
Look at the monsters that the world will out last.
Look!
Oh look!
For do you not see?
The thin line between,
living and dying.
Dreaming and waking.
Saving and killing.
Hating and loving.
We all have a choice to make.
To love.
To live.
To dream.
To breathe.
To save.
To die.
To wake.
To kill.
To hate.
To lie.
To cry.
Those tears and precious fears.
Of forgotten years.
Forgotten days.
Forgotten times.
Forgotten ways.
Stop pondering. . .
Stop wondering. . .
Stop dying. . .
And start living.
The question is simple as it would seem.
To be or not to be?
Starved to Liberation
You came as a dash
with no great bash
held my hands
to walk the sands….
to play the tides.
to sit along idle..
to dance all tunes
to face all music….
Like a magical outpour
was my heart’s galore
I gave you care
from fate’s harsh glare
I gave you time
for you to rhyme
I gave you riches
to buffer your glitches
I made you joyous
still you were aimless
I loved you dearer
you never did mirror..
But i did finally realise
wat you actually idealise
skinnish warmth was your want
wimpish heart all your grant
slavish servant at your disposal
biggish blank cheque for perusal
staying together
you were a backstabber
starved of love and life proper
you were an emotional blackmailer..
its a concealed sweet vengeance
pronouncing a lifetime sentence
Enough is enough was what my stance
Still I did gave you ample final chance…
springing suprise by your dirty enterprise
crocodile tears now you exercise
pleading heart’s asylum with all your flirtness
falling at the feet with the inborn fakeness..
My stance was right to let you go
All your tricks gave you backblow..
Although starved of love and life…
I emphathize after all the strive
You were a desperate, hapless soul
mastered by escapist mind on a whole
with an unremovable wickedness to the core!
I am starved no doubt, severely starved of love’s fluttering…
severely starved, only to be liberated from life’s suffering…
You came as a dash
with no great bash
held my hands
to walk the sands….
to play the tides.
to sit along idle..
to dance all tunes
to face all music….
Like a magical outpour
was my heart’s galore
I gave you care
from fate’s harsh glare
I gave you time
for you to rhyme
I gave you riches
to buffer your glitches
I made you joyous
still you were aimless
I loved you dearer
you never did mirror..
But i did finally realise
wat you actually idealise
skinnish warmth was your want
wimpish heart all your grant
slavish servant at your disposal
biggish blank cheque for perusal
staying together
you were a backstabber
starved of love and life proper
you were an emotional blackmailer..
its a concealed sweet vengeance
pronouncing a lifetime sentence
Enough is enough was what my stance
Still I did gave you ample final chance…
springing suprise by your dirty enterprise
crocodile tears now you exercise
pleading heart’s asylum with all your flirtness
falling at the feet with the inborn fakeness..
My stance was right to let you go
All your tricks gave you backblow..
Although starved of love and life…
I emphathize after all the strive
You were a desperate, hapless soul
mastered by escapist mind on a whole
with an unremovable wickedness to the core!
I am starved no doubt, severely starved of love’s fluttering…
severely starved, only to be liberated from life’s suffering…
Anonymous
I interpreted TORN as the mother being torn between giving life to a child and suffering from it...you are torn often when the baby comes out....So the word TORN has many meanings ...for me anyways.....
BODY TORN GIVING LIFE
the worst menstrual cramps i ever had
trying to focus on breathing
the hours go by so slowly
this will never end
horrible back pain
pelvis feels on fire
this is the fruit
the fruit of my desire
contractions upon contractions
hit me like a wave
i am delirious with pain
with fear and panic
when will this end?
i feel like pushing
but they tell me to stop
i not fully dilated
they urge me to breathe
when i can’t catch my breath
as stabbing pains
are in my abdomen...yet
i have tried every position
i have even tried to walk
but now the time is coming
when i just have to pray
that with the birth
the pain will go away
razor fingers feel like
i am being pulled apart
i am throwing up
and the nurses come
and put something in my iv
that made me a little drowsy
and i finally got my sleep
but woke up to feel
like i was going to die
it was the “ring of fire”
i was ready to give birth
my feet are in stirrups
and a voice tells me to push
i keep pushing and pushing
pushing through the pain
pushing as if my life depended on it
and pushing then again..
then the doctor finally came in
i barely knew my name
i couldn’t even cry
i was insane
he told me to push
and i pushed with all my might
it felt like my pelvis was all tore
up and this was right
the baby crowned and I pushed again
he finally came out
and everybody ran
they gave me sweet William
to hold while the cord was still
attached and i held my baby in
my arms as my tears would not stop
meanwhile the doctor was sewing me up
very very tight
he was thinking of my husband
who loved me so that night
he told me i was his Madonna
his queen, the woman of his dreams
while i lay there in blood and guts
sweaty and exposed
my husband says i am an angel
i cannot think
i cannot...do anything
but hold my baby fast
i have given my husband
what i promised
and he is grateful
at last
BODY TORN GIVING LIFE
the worst menstrual cramps i ever had
trying to focus on breathing
the hours go by so slowly
this will never end
horrible back pain
pelvis feels on fire
this is the fruit
the fruit of my desire
contractions upon contractions
hit me like a wave
i am delirious with pain
with fear and panic
when will this end?
i feel like pushing
but they tell me to stop
i not fully dilated
they urge me to breathe
when i can’t catch my breath
as stabbing pains
are in my abdomen...yet
i have tried every position
i have even tried to walk
but now the time is coming
when i just have to pray
that with the birth
the pain will go away
razor fingers feel like
i am being pulled apart
i am throwing up
and the nurses come
and put something in my iv
that made me a little drowsy
and i finally got my sleep
but woke up to feel
like i was going to die
it was the “ring of fire”
i was ready to give birth
my feet are in stirrups
and a voice tells me to push
i keep pushing and pushing
pushing through the pain
pushing as if my life depended on it
and pushing then again..
then the doctor finally came in
i barely knew my name
i couldn’t even cry
i was insane
he told me to push
and i pushed with all my might
it felt like my pelvis was all tore
up and this was right
the baby crowned and I pushed again
he finally came out
and everybody ran
they gave me sweet William
to hold while the cord was still
attached and i held my baby in
my arms as my tears would not stop
meanwhile the doctor was sewing me up
very very tight
he was thinking of my husband
who loved me so that night
he told me i was his Madonna
his queen, the woman of his dreams
while i lay there in blood and guts
sweaty and exposed
my husband says i am an angel
i cannot think
i cannot...do anything
but hold my baby fast
i have given my husband
what i promised
and he is grateful
at last
*POOOF!!!*
Just like that it was gone,
So easy, this cannot just happen,
I looked around,
Jaws were dropping in awe,
Some were clapping, others were still too shocked to clap,
The Man in Black took a bow and left,
I sat there undecided...
Should I frown in the face of deceit?
Or should I appreciate the magicians feat?
Indifferent, I remained undecided...
Just like that it was gone,
So easy, this cannot just happen,
I looked around,
Jaws were dropping in awe,
Some were clapping, others were still too shocked to clap,
The Man in Black took a bow and left,
I sat there undecided...
Should I frown in the face of deceit?
Or should I appreciate the magicians feat?
Indifferent, I remained undecided...
Anonymous
Top of the List
Marry this woman...
Tell her how I feel about her
every day...
Focus not on yesterday
or what will be...
Fear nothing
but an afterlife without her...
Transpose myself
with her smile, her laugh...
Get drunk
on the seconds...
Because eternity is no good
sober.
Marry this woman...
Tell her how I feel about her
every day...
Focus not on yesterday
or what will be...
Fear nothing
but an afterlife without her...
Transpose myself
with her smile, her laugh...
Get drunk
on the seconds...
Because eternity is no good
sober.
Anonymous
The Obligation
Oh ring, you constrict my blood
Where once you perfectly fit my appendage
Now you strangle me to a dismal state
Whereby I suffocate
And drown in the muck of regret
To shed you would be freedom
To do away with the obligation
That I stated aloud, those many years ago
Would find me on a blissfully blank canvas of knowing
That I have nothing left to live for but everything
Oh ring, you constrict my blood
Where once you perfectly fit my appendage
Now you strangle me to a dismal state
Whereby I suffocate
And drown in the muck of regret
To shed you would be freedom
To do away with the obligation
That I stated aloud, those many years ago
Would find me on a blissfully blank canvas of knowing
That I have nothing left to live for but everything
Anonymous
The Missive
You trampled the soil of gardens past
As indigo petals spurned the sun
A childlike innocence could not last
Where hope once sprang, now there’s none
Garments of silk veiled your skin
Made by the caring hands of mother dear
To shield you from the execrable sin
And protect from man’s inevitable fear
While days too short heeded not your call
A lasting drop of dew was kept
But across your chest you built a wall
And under the rug your youth was swept
Lessons of age, imparted and heard
Tenor from hands that sculpted the sky
Opened your ears to capture each word
They taught you how to dismantle the lies
But the drop of dew, with time has gone
Turned into crystal upon your crown
Those who came left with the dawn
Never forgotten but buried deep down
The jar where your memories shall remain
Filled up with mist from a life well played
You stabbed the cloud and it gave you rain
That cleansed the path toward love you laid
Reflect for a moment, but tarry not long
The day is short and space is vast
Live while your breath still breathes your song
Seek happiness until your future is past
You trampled the soil of gardens past
As indigo petals spurned the sun
A childlike innocence could not last
Where hope once sprang, now there’s none
Garments of silk veiled your skin
Made by the caring hands of mother dear
To shield you from the execrable sin
And protect from man’s inevitable fear
While days too short heeded not your call
A lasting drop of dew was kept
But across your chest you built a wall
And under the rug your youth was swept
Lessons of age, imparted and heard
Tenor from hands that sculpted the sky
Opened your ears to capture each word
They taught you how to dismantle the lies
But the drop of dew, with time has gone
Turned into crystal upon your crown
Those who came left with the dawn
Never forgotten but buried deep down
The jar where your memories shall remain
Filled up with mist from a life well played
You stabbed the cloud and it gave you rain
That cleansed the path toward love you laid
Reflect for a moment, but tarry not long
The day is short and space is vast
Live while your breath still breathes your song
Seek happiness until your future is past
Anonymous
EVERY TIME I DECIDE TO LEAVE
Every time I decide to leave
I pack my bags and set them in the foyer
Then I check the house carefully
Make sure I have not forgotten anything
In the living room, near the couch
There is a table and a lamp
A photo sits there of times gone by
When we were young and holding the children
When we smiled and it was genuine
When my hair was still long and thick
With your arms around Aaron
You were so strong
Then I remember your arms around me
The way you held me, the way you touched me
The way you stayed with me throughout labour
The way you thanked me for bearing your sons
How many nights did you hold the children
Came back to bed and just held me
When did our closeness end?
I will never know, husband, father and lover
I really hate to go
If you stop me now
Would we find our way?
Every time I decide to leave
I pack my bags and set them in the foyer
Then I check the house carefully
Make sure I have not forgotten anything
In the living room, near the couch
There is a table and a lamp
A photo sits there of times gone by
When we were young and holding the children
When we smiled and it was genuine
When my hair was still long and thick
With your arms around Aaron
You were so strong
Then I remember your arms around me
The way you held me, the way you touched me
The way you stayed with me throughout labour
The way you thanked me for bearing your sons
How many nights did you hold the children
Came back to bed and just held me
When did our closeness end?
I will never know, husband, father and lover
I really hate to go
If you stop me now
Would we find our way?
