Poetry competition CLOSED 29th June 2012 10:33pm
WINNER
Diviy (The Illusionist ofSorrow)
Diviy (The Illusionist ofSorrow)
RUNNER-UP:
MidnightXDawn
The sadness.
Anonymous
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Don’t ask me what’s wrong
Because the answer never changes
It’s still three tedious words
“I don’t know”
Then you’ll look at me with those eyes
Hurt at my perceived dishonesty
Like you’re the one in pain
I can’t stand it
We’re just tripping over ourselves
In this never ending circle
Of who’s got it worse
I envy you
You can laugh when you’re happy
And you cry when you’re sad
While I am simply a hole
Of nothing
Too long I’ve held back the tears
Forced them to subside
Now they don’t even come
When I call them
Too many times I faked a smile so that
Its imprint is permanently etched
Into my face, but holds
No meaning
I don’t know what happened, though
Most days are tolerable but some
Send me reeling as if
I’ve been hit
A physical pressure pushing on my lungs
Appearing when I least expect it
To remind me this life’s
No longer mine
Nothing sets it off it just slowly turns on
Like an oven still preheating
But getting hotter every second
Just being
So don’t ask me what’s wrong
Because the answer never changes
No, it can’t because I truly
Don’t know
Because the answer never changes
It’s still three tedious words
“I don’t know”
Then you’ll look at me with those eyes
Hurt at my perceived dishonesty
Like you’re the one in pain
I can’t stand it
We’re just tripping over ourselves
In this never ending circle
Of who’s got it worse
I envy you
You can laugh when you’re happy
And you cry when you’re sad
While I am simply a hole
Of nothing
Too long I’ve held back the tears
Forced them to subside
Now they don’t even come
When I call them
Too many times I faked a smile so that
Its imprint is permanently etched
Into my face, but holds
No meaning
I don’t know what happened, though
Most days are tolerable but some
Send me reeling as if
I’ve been hit
A physical pressure pushing on my lungs
Appearing when I least expect it
To remind me this life’s
No longer mine
Nothing sets it off it just slowly turns on
Like an oven still preheating
But getting hotter every second
Just being
So don’t ask me what’s wrong
Because the answer never changes
No, it can’t because I truly
Don’t know
Imagination Will Break Your Heart.
Eyes I assume to be brown,
shielded by locks on a flawless face
are washed away, become anonymous....
Still, those memories I chase.
Hair I would assume to wave,
bouncing over freckled skin....
Images I've never seen,
but my memories lock those within.
Having never seen the face
of the daughter I dreamt I knew....
I imagine every detail,
because the reality is, she's through.
Refusing to see a canvas of a face,
I paint upon her in my mind.
She never showed the world her beauty,
my only child, left behind.
I imagine scabbed knees,
and band-aids upon fingers.
I never saw her angel face,
yet somehow she still lingers.
Eyes I assume to be brown,
shielded by locks on a flawless face
are washed away, become anonymous....
Still, those memories I chase.
Hair I would assume to wave,
bouncing over freckled skin....
Images I've never seen,
but my memories lock those within.
Having never seen the face
of the daughter I dreamt I knew....
I imagine every detail,
because the reality is, she's through.
Refusing to see a canvas of a face,
I paint upon her in my mind.
She never showed the world her beauty,
my only child, left behind.
I imagine scabbed knees,
and band-aids upon fingers.
I never saw her angel face,
yet somehow she still lingers.
Delariviere.
(if multiple entries are permitted)
I remember the day I found out,
I was to be a mother.
I remember being terrified,
I was to have another.
Excitement coursed through
the veins I had slit hollow.
Bandages embraced me,
the rest of my life followed.
My stomach hardened,
as my heart melted down.
I couldn't wait to sing you
the lullabies I'd found.
"Set in stone," I thought.
"Certainly it's true."
But it shattered like stained glass,
Baby girl, I failed you.
Down crashing, came the waves.
I was drowning in the loss.
Your blood upon my stupid hands,
tattooed, and cut across.
The fault wasn't yours,
I swear it was me....
You won't see the sun,
I won't hear you breathe.
Could I have held you,
just one fleeting moment?
No, looking back,
I don't think I deserve it.
(if multiple entries are permitted)
I remember the day I found out,
I was to be a mother.
I remember being terrified,
I was to have another.
Excitement coursed through
the veins I had slit hollow.
Bandages embraced me,
the rest of my life followed.
My stomach hardened,
as my heart melted down.
I couldn't wait to sing you
the lullabies I'd found.
"Set in stone," I thought.
"Certainly it's true."
But it shattered like stained glass,
Baby girl, I failed you.
Down crashing, came the waves.
I was drowning in the loss.
Your blood upon my stupid hands,
tattooed, and cut across.
The fault wasn't yours,
I swear it was me....
You won't see the sun,
I won't hear you breathe.
Could I have held you,
just one fleeting moment?
No, looking back,
I don't think I deserve it.
- Sorrow Amongst the Birch-wood -
My carriage rode this night past some old quaint lands,
With forests of white birch tall and slender in the dusk.
I saw places both familiar to me, and yet so changed...
That I knew time had passed, so many passing sands.
Old cornfields, now cold and lifeless; not a single husk;
That not so long ago children played in and oft ranged.
Lost in thoughts of yesteryear, thinking of lonely hours,
Spent waiting for some love, some change in destiny...
I wait still, and fear that madness will rise from waiting.
My tears fell, weeping for lost innocence, faded flowers,
And a heart that yearns, for so much more, in dignity...
I cannot wait forever and I fear I will die of anticipating.
Should I have been a different soul, born in other days,
Or is it enough simply that I be the best soul that I am?
More pious than any monk, this soul so faithfully prays,
For a love sweeter even, than the sweetest jellied jam.
My heart is all I have to give; my soul is all I am.
Can you love me just as much; can you love this woman?
I still see those white birch trees in my mind's own eye,
As they looked of old, spread out across the mountains.
Now only a forest remains, the trees lonely just like me!
I miss the warmth, of a simple touch, and for that I cry,
Even as I pass the old places where flowed fountains...
Born from springs of rock and stone, babbling gracefully.
I am just a woman, once something more, hoping for love,
But hope alone cannot sustain me; I need that warmth!
Lips to kiss, a hand to hold, a voice to whisper poetry...
I have prayed to gods and spirits, and all angels above,
Seeking, searching, as long gone have become months.
The wind blows cold, the snows fall, and not too subtly!
Should I have walked a different path down other ways,
Or is it enough simply, that I not veer from where I go...
Lest I wander too far, like a sheep that to a wolf strays?
For love calls to me, and I confess that I long for her so.
My heart is all I have to give; my soul is all I am.
Can you love me just as much; can you love this woman?
What will be my springtime, if more loneliness I endure?
Who shall I dance in the meadows with, heart carefree,
And who shall watch with me the setting of the far sun!
Is there no one, in all the world, who will take my hand?
Can it be that hope is as scarce that the old birch tree...
But nay, I am resolved to hope as a quest that is begun.
Is my cause so impossible, that no power can do ease...
To my broken heart and tormented soul, with fair good?
I ask so little, and yet I may as well be asking far more!
Before love itself I bow and humbly utter simply: please.
Forsake me not, and let not my heart harden as wood...
I tire of the long wait, as any soldier tires quickly of a war!
Should I have told some lie, piled jewels upon old trays,
And, bought that love my heart could not gain honestly?
Or are my honest words enough, and worthy of praise...
To reach the heart of a maid, and find her so pleasantly!
My heart is all I have to give; my soul is all I am.
Can you love me just as much; can you love this woman?
My carriage rode this night past some old quaint lands,
With forests of white birch tall and slender in the dusk.
I saw places both familiar to me, and yet so changed...
That I knew time had passed, so many passing sands.
Old cornfields, now cold and lifeless; not a single husk;
That not so long ago children played in and oft ranged.
Lost in thoughts of yesteryear, thinking of lonely hours,
Spent waiting for some love, some change in destiny...
I wait still, and fear that madness will rise from waiting.
My tears fell, weeping for lost innocence, faded flowers,
And a heart that yearns, for so much more, in dignity...
I cannot wait forever and I fear I will die of anticipating.
Should I have been a different soul, born in other days,
Or is it enough simply that I be the best soul that I am?
More pious than any monk, this soul so faithfully prays,
For a love sweeter even, than the sweetest jellied jam.
My heart is all I have to give; my soul is all I am.
Can you love me just as much; can you love this woman?
I still see those white birch trees in my mind's own eye,
As they looked of old, spread out across the mountains.
Now only a forest remains, the trees lonely just like me!
I miss the warmth, of a simple touch, and for that I cry,
Even as I pass the old places where flowed fountains...
Born from springs of rock and stone, babbling gracefully.
I am just a woman, once something more, hoping for love,
But hope alone cannot sustain me; I need that warmth!
Lips to kiss, a hand to hold, a voice to whisper poetry...
I have prayed to gods and spirits, and all angels above,
Seeking, searching, as long gone have become months.
The wind blows cold, the snows fall, and not too subtly!
Should I have walked a different path down other ways,
Or is it enough simply, that I not veer from where I go...
Lest I wander too far, like a sheep that to a wolf strays?
For love calls to me, and I confess that I long for her so.
My heart is all I have to give; my soul is all I am.
Can you love me just as much; can you love this woman?
What will be my springtime, if more loneliness I endure?
Who shall I dance in the meadows with, heart carefree,
And who shall watch with me the setting of the far sun!
Is there no one, in all the world, who will take my hand?
Can it be that hope is as scarce that the old birch tree...
But nay, I am resolved to hope as a quest that is begun.
Is my cause so impossible, that no power can do ease...
To my broken heart and tormented soul, with fair good?
I ask so little, and yet I may as well be asking far more!
Before love itself I bow and humbly utter simply: please.
Forsake me not, and let not my heart harden as wood...
I tire of the long wait, as any soldier tires quickly of a war!
Should I have told some lie, piled jewels upon old trays,
And, bought that love my heart could not gain honestly?
Or are my honest words enough, and worthy of praise...
To reach the heart of a maid, and find her so pleasantly!
My heart is all I have to give; my soul is all I am.
Can you love me just as much; can you love this woman?
Unlost In The Blue Shag Carpet
She smelt of lavender and moth balls
Just like she always did
Dressed up in her favourite frock
That was decades out of fashion
Lips smeared with bright red
And a blue rinse through her hair
I never really understood
Why she'd get so dressed up
For a quick trip to the shops
Where she'd buy a mountain of microwave dinners
And menthol cigarettes
That I'd nick when she wasn’t looking
And her house, my home for a time
Smelt comfortingly of age
With a hint of smokiness
Tea and packaged biscuits
Trapped in the blue shag carpet
Where I'd lie among the ash and dust motes
Reliving happier memories of Mary Poppins
And an old wooden rocking horse
And it was so sad
To watch her lose her mind
As her sight faded
Having to catch her
After she'd stumbled into a door jam
Wobbly with senility
Calling me by my mother's name
And it's strange, how I never really knew her
Until she was gone
Tears running down my face
As I touched the cool dead skin of her forehead
As she lay sleeping in her casket
My world aflood with stories
Steeped in the scent of lavender and moth balls
That I still can’t get enough of
And sometimes
I swear I can feel her watching over me
With a smile on her face
Telling me it’s all going to be alright
She smelt of lavender and moth balls
Just like she always did
Dressed up in her favourite frock
That was decades out of fashion
Lips smeared with bright red
And a blue rinse through her hair
I never really understood
Why she'd get so dressed up
For a quick trip to the shops
Where she'd buy a mountain of microwave dinners
And menthol cigarettes
That I'd nick when she wasn’t looking
And her house, my home for a time
Smelt comfortingly of age
With a hint of smokiness
Tea and packaged biscuits
Trapped in the blue shag carpet
Where I'd lie among the ash and dust motes
Reliving happier memories of Mary Poppins
And an old wooden rocking horse
And it was so sad
To watch her lose her mind
As her sight faded
Having to catch her
After she'd stumbled into a door jam
Wobbly with senility
Calling me by my mother's name
And it's strange, how I never really knew her
Until she was gone
Tears running down my face
As I touched the cool dead skin of her forehead
As she lay sleeping in her casket
My world aflood with stories
Steeped in the scent of lavender and moth balls
That I still can’t get enough of
And sometimes
I swear I can feel her watching over me
With a smile on her face
Telling me it’s all going to be alright
Letting go of who you Were
A silent tear
For all that was forgotten
It has come to sing a melody,
In the wake of our sadness.
I can't escape
As the walls of hope break down
The darkness envelops me
As i hold on to familiarity..
And sometimes I'll allow myself to dream.
Searching for happiness in a lost land
and i thought the skies would never fail..
My emptiness as overwhelming as a blank sea
Don't look in the cracks, there is nothing in between
..so now we fall
Disenchanted
I collapse through the absence of all desired
Spinning, losing hold of all that I am.
And the spirits smile at me tonight
As i crawl away from the shattered glass;
Mirrors of the self i used to know.
close the light
And you can no longer see the distance in her eyes
..how torn away we are
A silent tear
For all that was forgotten
It has come to sing a melody,
In the wake of our sadness.
I can't escape
As the walls of hope break down
The darkness envelops me
As i hold on to familiarity..
And sometimes I'll allow myself to dream.
Searching for happiness in a lost land
and i thought the skies would never fail..
My emptiness as overwhelming as a blank sea
Don't look in the cracks, there is nothing in between
..so now we fall
Disenchanted
I collapse through the absence of all desired
Spinning, losing hold of all that I am.
And the spirits smile at me tonight
As i crawl away from the shattered glass;
Mirrors of the self i used to know.
close the light
And you can no longer see the distance in her eyes
..how torn away we are
Anonymous
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Anonymous
no one knows this pain,
constant
breaking this broken heart,
indiscriminately
in a fetal position I lie,
a perfect picture of heartbreak
weeping
drowning
waning
dying
in infinite misery,
torn apart
ripped apart
stepped on
trampled on,
I am the lingering aromatic
of loves once true love
before he died inside of me
still brings about an absolute suffering;
and no matter how many times
someone says it’s going to be alright
they don’t understand the vacant hole
residing in the center of my soul
and how it refuses to mend
broken
vagrant
violent
empty
I am
constant
breaking this broken heart,
indiscriminately
in a fetal position I lie,
a perfect picture of heartbreak
weeping
drowning
waning
dying
in infinite misery,
torn apart
ripped apart
stepped on
trampled on,
I am the lingering aromatic
of loves once true love
before he died inside of me
still brings about an absolute suffering;
and no matter how many times
someone says it’s going to be alright
they don’t understand the vacant hole
residing in the center of my soul
and how it refuses to mend
broken
vagrant
violent
empty
I am
The Wooden Rocking Chair
The smell of fresh paint fills the room,
knowing our little princess
will be here soon.
A white crib with
pink ruffles filled with diapers and
wipes, burp cloths, blankets and bears,
and in the corner sits a
small pink wooden rocking chair.
This fairy tale room
we made this together
just you and me,
it breaks my heart
that neither one of you
will ever get to see.
Now I'm all alone
and my dreams are shattered
feeling like nobody cares
as I cry
beside the
wooden rocking chair.
The smell of fresh paint fills the room,
knowing our little princess
will be here soon.
A white crib with
pink ruffles filled with diapers and
wipes, burp cloths, blankets and bears,
and in the corner sits a
small pink wooden rocking chair.
This fairy tale room
we made this together
just you and me,
it breaks my heart
that neither one of you
will ever get to see.
Now I'm all alone
and my dreams are shattered
feeling like nobody cares
as I cry
beside the
wooden rocking chair.
The first slap across my face wasn’t so bad; it only stung for a short while.
When he gave me a blackened eye I covered it with make-up
The broken arm I knew would mend
The day he punched me in the stomach and I lost my only child;
was the only time he left a permanent scar.
Imagining said:
The first slap across my face wasn’t so bad; it only stung for a short while.
When he gave me a blackened eye I covered it with make-up
The broken arm I knew would mend
The day he punched me in the stomach and I lost my only child;
was the only time he left a permanent scar.
[right]
the sadness of it
a permanent scar; I'm just looking at it
if in fact I said anything at all; it wouldn't be to none of y'all
I'd only call it "sad" only to myself...whispering about it to myself
publicly I'd probably say nothing...just some sharp thinking
that the point to be made...hasn't
not if his mouth hasn't been shut...permanent
still remaining open via over confidence
and or the apathy of some "sad" men
some SM's not affectively slitting his throat
I'm just thinking out loud; so please...
don't quote [right]
The first slap across my face wasn’t so bad; it only stung for a short while.
When he gave me a blackened eye I covered it with make-up
The broken arm I knew would mend
The day he punched me in the stomach and I lost my only child;
was the only time he left a permanent scar.
[right]
the sadness of it a permanent scar; I'm just looking at it
if in fact I said anything at all; it wouldn't be to none of y'all
I'd only call it "sad" only to myself...whispering about it to myself
publicly I'd probably say nothing...just some sharp thinking
that the point to be made...hasn't
not if his mouth hasn't been shut...permanent
still remaining open via over confidence
and or the apathy of some "sad" men
some SM's not affectively slitting his throat
I'm just thinking out loud; so please...
don't quote [right]
Sadness In Their Eyes
Why should some children wake to a world of sadness
Only due to some crazy political madness
Why must they be forced to starve today
Only because greed rules who eats from day to day
Why must a child die at the young age of five
When with food and water be well and alive
Bellies swollen from the lack of food
Wishing for something to eat if only they could
A face of dry emotional tears
Having to realize what should be only adult fears
Their sad faces never lie
They already know they are going to die
With heavy hearts we shall live
Knowing we have more to give
As one more child slowly dies
With sadness left in his eyes
Why should some children wake to a world of sadness
Only due to some crazy political madness
Why must they be forced to starve today
Only because greed rules who eats from day to day
Why must a child die at the young age of five
When with food and water be well and alive
Bellies swollen from the lack of food
Wishing for something to eat if only they could
A face of dry emotional tears
Having to realize what should be only adult fears
Their sad faces never lie
They already know they are going to die
With heavy hearts we shall live
Knowing we have more to give
As one more child slowly dies
With sadness left in his eyes
