Poetry competition CLOSED 25th April 2012 2:21am
WINNER
Firebyrd
Firebyrd
RUNNERS-UP:
BleedingInferno219
and Rosewingaangel
Heartspeaks: Bruises and the Scars
Poetry Contest Description
Ponder on the words above: create your own version of it and write a poem about it.
Create a story around the title and tell it in a poem.
Rule 1: Write a poem of less than 200 words based on the title above.
Rule 2: The poem can be of any subject but adhere to the title and each participant is allowed one entry.
Inviting all DUP friends and family to participate in this competition. Thank You!!
Rule 1: Write a poem of less than 200 words based on the title above.
Rule 2: The poem can be of any subject but adhere to the title and each participant is allowed one entry.
Inviting all DUP friends and family to participate in this competition. Thank You!!
Heartspeaks: Bruises and the Scars
The bruises are a plenty,
from sizes large to small,
and when my heart was broken,
it was an accumulation of them all,
from the times where you said that I was not,
the person that you loved,
to the times where you cheated left and right,
and tried to justify your plight.
The scars are all that are left behind,
and forever they will be,
an enormous, everlasting,
painful part of me.
The bruises are a plenty,
from sizes large to small,
and when my heart was broken,
it was an accumulation of them all,
from the times where you said that I was not,
the person that you loved,
to the times where you cheated left and right,
and tried to justify your plight.
The scars are all that are left behind,
and forever they will be,
an enormous, everlasting,
painful part of me.
Anonymous
The road was wet, doing eighty
I was late-it was 6:30-
Picked up my phone
Woke up-
it had been a month.
Food, air, blood, morphine
all in a pump.
Life support beeps,
my sister weeps-
Stomach and ribs
now in lungs.
I lie broken
Vertebrae crushed
My first scar-
Two feet long-
held with staples
covered in gauze.
Collar bone protrudes
Grey matter exudes
Ventilator pushes
doc's discuss news.
Up from a coma,
(living on Soma)
Learned to walk, talk, relate
In a life I could not take.
Hair covers skull.
Bones fused-
(though too abused)...
I walk, drive, dance
have come so far-
But every day must see
that 2 foot scar.
I was late-it was 6:30-
Picked up my phone
Woke up-
it had been a month.
Food, air, blood, morphine
all in a pump.
Life support beeps,
my sister weeps-
Stomach and ribs
now in lungs.
I lie broken
Vertebrae crushed
My first scar-
Two feet long-
held with staples
covered in gauze.
Collar bone protrudes
Grey matter exudes
Ventilator pushes
doc's discuss news.
Up from a coma,
(living on Soma)
Learned to walk, talk, relate
In a life I could not take.
Hair covers skull.
Bones fused-
(though too abused)...
I walk, drive, dance
have come so far-
But every day must see
that 2 foot scar.
The scars she has made;
He kisses them in acceptance.
Those scars of pain that remains;
He caresses them with understanding.
He intends to take that pain away,
Her heart is far too desirable.
But he has a vicious secret,
Kept private and undemanding.
But that first time he meets his fist,
With her soft, delicate cheek,
She cries while he apologises,
With regret and shame in his voice.
But she tells him there isn’t a need;
She felt the love from his strike.
This is his way, attention just for her,
And taking it as such was her choice.
Because while he was hitting her,
He was the one to bruise her skin.
It is not her own solitude doing so,
It’s not her urges cutting her soul.
It’s his affection that makes those marks,
Of love and ownership of trust.
His heart speaks for him with his passion,
That keeps her pain in control.
He kisses them in acceptance.
Those scars of pain that remains;
He caresses them with understanding.
He intends to take that pain away,
Her heart is far too desirable.
But he has a vicious secret,
Kept private and undemanding.
But that first time he meets his fist,
With her soft, delicate cheek,
She cries while he apologises,
With regret and shame in his voice.
But she tells him there isn’t a need;
She felt the love from his strike.
This is his way, attention just for her,
And taking it as such was her choice.
Because while he was hitting her,
He was the one to bruise her skin.
It is not her own solitude doing so,
It’s not her urges cutting her soul.
It’s his affection that makes those marks,
Of love and ownership of trust.
His heart speaks for him with his passion,
That keeps her pain in control.
Heartspeaks: Bruises and Scars
At this point in our life,
Loving this heart would be a mistake
Don’t trust yours in the owner’s hands
It’s done so many things wrong
So many untrustworthy out of pain
It can’t do right, too bruised and scared
this damaged heart should never be claimed
The owner has so many mountains yet to climb
If this heart gon’ ever change.
At this point in our life
This heart can only let you down
At this point in our life
This heart ain’t good for nothing
You needn’t know our abused past
Too many broken pieces,
too many broken promises,
too many hurtful lies
This heart ain’t never go’ change
This heart ain’t for loving
This heart ain’t for nobody
This heart is only good for pumping
At this point in our life
They mare the body, dark and long.
Some small, others invisible.
It's sad to say I don't care-
A girl should worry more.
The body is sacred,
And one day they say,
One day I'll hate them.
The marks that made me.
Look over here,
On my arm is burn-
The first time I tried to cook.
Look- on my other arm,
The second time I tried to cook.
Right below it from a fence,
That I stupidly climbed to fast.
On my back,
That time I got an infection.
And everyone just had to poke it.
Look at my knee!
I can't distinguish between them.
The street, falling hard from my bike,
The fall on the roof-
I've never held on so tight.
Walking through a bush in shorts-
Very bad idea.
Or the time I went rollerblading,
Without any socks.
There's even a star-
Or what once was a sloppy mess,
When my friends suggest,
We try out the scar stamp.
It's no tragedy.
Nothing truly worth remembering.
But if they were to fade,
Or if one day I hate them,
Just as they say-
I believe I would be very sad.
Heartbroken indeed.
Because, aren't these the things,
That made me, me?
So I will never forget,
Even when their gone.
Even though it's simple,
And their stories aren't that long.
I will not hate them,
Even when I'm married,
That man can take in their beauty,
Their wonderful difference-
They all can!
And know that's me their looking at.
Some small, others invisible.
It's sad to say I don't care-
A girl should worry more.
The body is sacred,
And one day they say,
One day I'll hate them.
The marks that made me.
Look over here,
On my arm is burn-
The first time I tried to cook.
Look- on my other arm,
The second time I tried to cook.
Right below it from a fence,
That I stupidly climbed to fast.
On my back,
That time I got an infection.
And everyone just had to poke it.
Look at my knee!
I can't distinguish between them.
The street, falling hard from my bike,
The fall on the roof-
I've never held on so tight.
Walking through a bush in shorts-
Very bad idea.
Or the time I went rollerblading,
Without any socks.
There's even a star-
Or what once was a sloppy mess,
When my friends suggest,
We try out the scar stamp.
It's no tragedy.
Nothing truly worth remembering.
But if they were to fade,
Or if one day I hate them,
Just as they say-
I believe I would be very sad.
Heartbroken indeed.
Because, aren't these the things,
That made me, me?
So I will never forget,
Even when their gone.
Even though it's simple,
And their stories aren't that long.
I will not hate them,
Even when I'm married,
That man can take in their beauty,
Their wonderful difference-
They all can!
And know that's me their looking at.
Heartspeaks:Bruises and Scars
Beautifully disfigured is my heart
by all my bruises and scars
From distant lovers who have
all pled Not guilty refusing
To take responsibility for thier part
So Silently I am left to stitch what
Is left back together...
This heart so worn and tethered
As it now beats abnormaly ...
I hear it beating saying
"who will...Love Me
"who will...Love Me
"who will...Love Me
Now?
Beautifully disfigured is my heart
by all my bruises and scars
From distant lovers who have
all pled Not guilty refusing
To take responsibility for thier part
So Silently I am left to stitch what
Is left back together...
This heart so worn and tethered
As it now beats abnormaly ...
I hear it beating saying
"who will...Love Me
"who will...Love Me
"who will...Love Me
Now?
Does that mean you love me?
When you hold me tight and keep me close
and you cut me with your scalpel tongue
Does that mean you’ll hold me forever
When you kiss away my ruby cascades
put there by your paled knuckles
Does that mean you’ll kiss me for always
Do you stain my milky skin
black, blue, purple and red
To match the colors of your bruised heart
Do your sweet whiskey words of hate
find whispers in my ear
For the overwhelming love you have for me
When she scratches her nails down your back
as she is screaming out your name
Are you thinking of me and my devotion to you
When you come back to me and my open arms
after threading her body with your poison
Does that mean you will always come back to me
If the next time you walk through that door
I cut your heart out with a spoon
Will you think I never really loved you
When you hold me tight and keep me close
and you cut me with your scalpel tongue
Does that mean you’ll hold me forever
When you kiss away my ruby cascades
put there by your paled knuckles
Does that mean you’ll kiss me for always
Do you stain my milky skin
black, blue, purple and red
To match the colors of your bruised heart
Do your sweet whiskey words of hate
find whispers in my ear
For the overwhelming love you have for me
When she scratches her nails down your back
as she is screaming out your name
Are you thinking of me and my devotion to you
When you come back to me and my open arms
after threading her body with your poison
Does that mean you will always come back to me
If the next time you walk through that door
I cut your heart out with a spoon
Will you think I never really loved you
Anonymous
Looks Are Deceiving
Our relationship like a winter wonderland
a layer of white sparkly beauty
until you go outside and all is cold
and a closer look reveals frostbite
Your anger
I never saw it coming
but when It came
wow
thunder in your voice
strikes of lightning
from your hands
The remorse I must say
sucked me in for a while
long beautiful drives
lovely scenery
colorful flowers and trees
constant apologies
In hopes I would forget
the black and blue bruises
that were now left on me
I had your undivided attention
but only temporarily
The sun now peaking over
the clouds of grey
pushing through the rain
though I may still have the scars
I left for brighter days
At one time
we were happy
but now
I just cant take the pain
Our relationship like a winter wonderland
a layer of white sparkly beauty
until you go outside and all is cold
and a closer look reveals frostbite
Your anger
I never saw it coming
but when It came
wow
thunder in your voice
strikes of lightning
from your hands
The remorse I must say
sucked me in for a while
long beautiful drives
lovely scenery
colorful flowers and trees
constant apologies
In hopes I would forget
the black and blue bruises
that were now left on me
I had your undivided attention
but only temporarily
The sun now peaking over
the clouds of grey
pushing through the rain
though I may still have the scars
I left for brighter days
At one time
we were happy
but now
I just cant take the pain
My daughter, my father.
A heart so abused.
Blue eyes, and brown,
I've been so used.
Pills, razorblades,
bestfriends who left.
Scars on wrists, mascara tears,
a heart once more bereft.
Lies graffiti the walls,
broken street lights inside.
Memories of heartbreaks past,
and my little girl who died.
A heart so abused.
Blue eyes, and brown,
I've been so used.
Pills, razorblades,
bestfriends who left.
Scars on wrists, mascara tears,
a heart once more bereft.
Lies graffiti the walls,
broken street lights inside.
Memories of heartbreaks past,
and my little girl who died.
