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Poetry competition CLOSED 24th August 2012 10:41pm
WINNER
PierreTheMad
PierreTheMad
RUNNERS-UP:
mjs211
and 13
love doesn't always suck,
Poetry Contest Description
but sometimes it really can.
write a poem about either
a time you cheated on somebody
or they cheated on you
be descriptive as possible, any length or amount of entries .
use as many metaphors as possible, the more the better.
a time you cheated on somebody
or they cheated on you
be descriptive as possible, any length or amount of entries .
use as many metaphors as possible, the more the better.
The Funeral
She lost her life after she lost her lover
He protruded out of her chest forcefully
Head first
She screams in agony begging him to stay in her heart
He falls out
And so dose she
Theirs no grieving loved ones placing flowers on her casket
Its much to late for that
She lost her life after she lost her lover
He protruded out of her chest forcefully
Head first
She screams in agony begging him to stay in her heart
He falls out
And so dose she
Theirs no grieving loved ones placing flowers on her casket
Its much to late for that
I DON'T FEEL THE SAME
Hey there baby
how are you
feeling down again?
Im sorry darling
I would love to be there for you
but I just dont feel the same
You can cry and you can cut yourself
I just dont care anymore
Im sorry to say that
Im just not the same guy you fell for girl
You see
all I care about is me
your tears and your feelings
they dont seem to bother me anymore
So see you later
go ahead and cry
cause this is goodbye
Seeking Comfort With A Tiger
Once, when you were young
And over-apt to dream
You beheld a tiger
And it was breathtaking.
After all, and for what seemed like forever after,
All you did was think about and dream of those
Large, focused, topaz-yellow eyes,
sparkling wild and playful;
The sleek grace and raw power of its finely tuned frame
Stalking its territory knowing all within were prey;
The beautiful and unique adornment of its rust and amber hues
Cut neatly into segments by slash-like black stripes
Violent and precise.
Of it, you were possessed.
With it, you were obsessed.
In a same skin, from time to time,
You imagined to be dressed,
So you could be just as strong,
as graceful,
and as confident as its presence did suggest.
But you needed more.
Those few degrees of separation that remained were just a certain torture.
So full renewed you pursued with every ounce of zeal,
That one-step difference that could make you,
to this tiger,
More than just a meal.
You asked around and found,
through other’s trial and error,
simply that these big cats love nothing more than to dismember
and consume,
and replenish
those focused, topaz-yellow eyes, sparkling wild and playful.
But you just saw the game of course,
and yourself, the exception to the rules.
You went about learning everything you would need to know:
How to care for,
How to feed,
Whatever, in order to proceed
To get close enough to breathe its same air.
Every little detail you compared,
dismembered,
and consumed,
obsessed with the possession of its rust and amber hues
cut neatly into segments,
Violent and precise.
Black stripes like blindfolds, covering your eyes.
Closer still
You pulled until its proximity made you feel
Something more than just adornment,
Above all else, important.
In fact, you were the focus of its topaz-yellow eyes
sparkling wild and playful,
And now...
You held their gaze.
Closer still, it stalked.
The thrill!
Of finally meeting it in person!
Your hand held out
true devout in your need for complete and full immersion.
Its body low, its shoulders high,
A game you both can play.
There’s a winner and a dinner
And only one will walk away.
“But no,” you say,
“I know this play I’ve written and rehearsed.”
But did your plot and character know this tiger would come first?
Take a bow.
There’s nowhere now left to which to run.
This happy ending’s at a table
Set and candlelit for one.
Upon your face,
with tiger’s pace,
this realization dawns,
and stuns,
as your body’s blood doth run
down hand and chest and thigh,
as tooth and nail and strength prevail in quenching appetite.
Ripping,
Tearing,
Topaz-yellow eyes ensnaring
Sparkling wild and playful.
The shock subsiding,
your mind deciding,
What this tiger wants is just too painful.
So you gather your wits and severed bits
and rob the tiger of its meal.
Soul shattered,
a dignity left in tatters
from claws like silverware scraping clean
a plate once serving gourmet matters of the heart.
You’re now screaming,
standing and beating at the cage door
hoping some other handler will come and let you out
To save you from further dismemberment.
Embarrassment a given,
another tiger attack that could have been prevented
had they noticed the nature in its slash-like black stripes,
Violent and precise.
But as you beg, there’s none to save you.
Per your request, the cage contains you
and though you wait for tooth and claw to overtake you,
There come none,
and so again your expectations fail you.
You find a moment in this trial and terror
to take a breath and breathe,
and relish the reprieve,
to think of something other than the folly of your error.
All the while your heart is pounding,
torn from your chest,
the sound resounding,
beating in your hand
astounding that the organ would even still be given to play.
The tiger sits and licks its whiskers clean,
not to savor but to wipe away,
the taste of flesh it no longer craves
after all its fond and frequent dreaming.
You look down to your wounds and are astonished at what you’re seeing. Slashed thighs,
black stripes,
violent and precise.
The bleeding wounds have stained you.
Now your rust and amber hues rename you,
Retrain you,
to be careful what you wish for,
what you think and what you say.
A new tiger stalks it terrortory,
knowing all within are prey.
Once, when you were young
And over-apt to dream
You beheld a tiger
And it was breathtaking.
After all, and for what seemed like forever after,
All you did was think about and dream of those
Large, focused, topaz-yellow eyes,
sparkling wild and playful;
The sleek grace and raw power of its finely tuned frame
Stalking its territory knowing all within were prey;
The beautiful and unique adornment of its rust and amber hues
Cut neatly into segments by slash-like black stripes
Violent and precise.
Of it, you were possessed.
With it, you were obsessed.
In a same skin, from time to time,
You imagined to be dressed,
So you could be just as strong,
as graceful,
and as confident as its presence did suggest.
But you needed more.
Those few degrees of separation that remained were just a certain torture.
So full renewed you pursued with every ounce of zeal,
That one-step difference that could make you,
to this tiger,
More than just a meal.
You asked around and found,
through other’s trial and error,
simply that these big cats love nothing more than to dismember
and consume,
and replenish
those focused, topaz-yellow eyes, sparkling wild and playful.
But you just saw the game of course,
and yourself, the exception to the rules.
You went about learning everything you would need to know:
How to care for,
How to feed,
Whatever, in order to proceed
To get close enough to breathe its same air.
Every little detail you compared,
dismembered,
and consumed,
obsessed with the possession of its rust and amber hues
cut neatly into segments,
Violent and precise.
Black stripes like blindfolds, covering your eyes.
Closer still
You pulled until its proximity made you feel
Something more than just adornment,
Above all else, important.
In fact, you were the focus of its topaz-yellow eyes
sparkling wild and playful,
And now...
You held their gaze.
Closer still, it stalked.
The thrill!
Of finally meeting it in person!
Your hand held out
true devout in your need for complete and full immersion.
Its body low, its shoulders high,
A game you both can play.
There’s a winner and a dinner
And only one will walk away.
“But no,” you say,
“I know this play I’ve written and rehearsed.”
But did your plot and character know this tiger would come first?
Take a bow.
There’s nowhere now left to which to run.
This happy ending’s at a table
Set and candlelit for one.
Upon your face,
with tiger’s pace,
this realization dawns,
and stuns,
as your body’s blood doth run
down hand and chest and thigh,
as tooth and nail and strength prevail in quenching appetite.
Ripping,
Tearing,
Topaz-yellow eyes ensnaring
Sparkling wild and playful.
The shock subsiding,
your mind deciding,
What this tiger wants is just too painful.
So you gather your wits and severed bits
and rob the tiger of its meal.
Soul shattered,
a dignity left in tatters
from claws like silverware scraping clean
a plate once serving gourmet matters of the heart.
You’re now screaming,
standing and beating at the cage door
hoping some other handler will come and let you out
To save you from further dismemberment.
Embarrassment a given,
another tiger attack that could have been prevented
had they noticed the nature in its slash-like black stripes,
Violent and precise.
But as you beg, there’s none to save you.
Per your request, the cage contains you
and though you wait for tooth and claw to overtake you,
There come none,
and so again your expectations fail you.
You find a moment in this trial and terror
to take a breath and breathe,
and relish the reprieve,
to think of something other than the folly of your error.
All the while your heart is pounding,
torn from your chest,
the sound resounding,
beating in your hand
astounding that the organ would even still be given to play.
The tiger sits and licks its whiskers clean,
not to savor but to wipe away,
the taste of flesh it no longer craves
after all its fond and frequent dreaming.
You look down to your wounds and are astonished at what you’re seeing. Slashed thighs,
black stripes,
violent and precise.
The bleeding wounds have stained you.
Now your rust and amber hues rename you,
Retrain you,
to be careful what you wish for,
what you think and what you say.
A new tiger stalks it terrortory,
knowing all within are prey.
Sweet Torment
You have given me sweet torment
Which I return to every night
The enchanting smell of your perfume
Lingers as I turn out the light
The gentle hum of your voice
Echoes through my ears
The comfort of your embrace
Drives away my deepest fears
Your eyes brighten the darkness
To which I am always prone
And your heartbeat reminds me
That I am not alone
If I had known it was to end
I would have changed my wicked ways
So here I sit and curse my deeds
From now to the end of days
You have given me sweet torment
Which I return to every night
The enchanting smell of your perfume
Lingers as I turn out the light
The gentle hum of your voice
Echoes through my ears
The comfort of your embrace
Drives away my deepest fears
Your eyes brighten the darkness
To which I am always prone
And your heartbeat reminds me
That I am not alone
If I had known it was to end
I would have changed my wicked ways
So here I sit and curse my deeds
From now to the end of days
Starting over
I looked up, and out the window
the summer sky was bright and hazy,
the air thick as a jungle. Content,
I looked back down to my work,
sorting the coins in my piggy bank
which had finally filled to the point
where I didn't feel guilty breaking it open
to count how much I had
going for me in this life.
I looked up again, and suddenly the sky
was bleak and dark, the haze and distance
having shrouded the ingress
of the heavy grey rainclouds
which poured their weight upon the world
(as if the world didn't have
enough trouble carrying its own).
A single gasp, a half a heartbeat,
a thundercrack and my world split open.
The rain was not cleansing, it was not pure,
it was not reasonable or natural.
It blinded me, burned my eyes,
froze my hands, stung me like lead pellets
and forced me down under their weight.
The heavy drops built up like bricks,
cutting me off from all I saw,
everything I'd finally allowed myself
to believe was true substance.
They cut a swath from the very earth
which I believed was firm and solid.
I floated away, the rag doll of fate,
ripped free of all that tied me to the ground.
And I could do no more than watch,
and hope when the killing maelstrom subsided
there was even a single coin left
to build a new life.
I looked up, and out the window
the summer sky was bright and hazy,
the air thick as a jungle. Content,
I looked back down to my work,
sorting the coins in my piggy bank
which had finally filled to the point
where I didn't feel guilty breaking it open
to count how much I had
going for me in this life.
I looked up again, and suddenly the sky
was bleak and dark, the haze and distance
having shrouded the ingress
of the heavy grey rainclouds
which poured their weight upon the world
(as if the world didn't have
enough trouble carrying its own).
A single gasp, a half a heartbeat,
a thundercrack and my world split open.
The rain was not cleansing, it was not pure,
it was not reasonable or natural.
It blinded me, burned my eyes,
froze my hands, stung me like lead pellets
and forced me down under their weight.
The heavy drops built up like bricks,
cutting me off from all I saw,
everything I'd finally allowed myself
to believe was true substance.
They cut a swath from the very earth
which I believed was firm and solid.
I floated away, the rag doll of fate,
ripped free of all that tied me to the ground.
And I could do no more than watch,
and hope when the killing maelstrom subsided
there was even a single coin left
to build a new life.
baptizedbydafire said:The Funeral
She lost her life after she lost her lover
He protruded out of her chest forcefully
Head first
She screams in agony begging him to stay in her heart
He falls out
And so dose she
Theirs no grieving loved ones placing flowers on her casket
Its much to late for that
Honestly I was gonna enter til I saw this title then read it.. You took the words right out of my mouth! Love = Funeral.. Period.
She lost her life after she lost her lover
He protruded out of her chest forcefully
Head first
She screams in agony begging him to stay in her heart
He falls out
And so dose she
Theirs no grieving loved ones placing flowers on her casket
Its much to late for that
Honestly I was gonna enter til I saw this title then read it.. You took the words right out of my mouth! Love = Funeral.. Period.
It's All Gone
He got it all
Slim, dark, handsome, and tall
I can see how it was easy for you to fall
He worked his magic and made you crawl
You're like silly putty inside his hands
He made you dance
At first glance
Caught up in a trance
He broke you like a branch
You fell for his plan
To get inside your pants
He now wears the pants because you donated your pair
I guess he's the replacement suited for my chair
But not for long
He'll quickly move on
In a blink of an eye he'll be gone
And you'll be alone
On your own
Begging and pleading for me to come home
But by then I'll be sitting in my brand new throne
We had it all
Now he has it all
Because you gave it all away
Now you're left with nothing as of today
He got it all
Slim, dark, handsome, and tall
I can see how it was easy for you to fall
He worked his magic and made you crawl
You're like silly putty inside his hands
He made you dance
At first glance
Caught up in a trance
He broke you like a branch
You fell for his plan
To get inside your pants
He now wears the pants because you donated your pair
I guess he's the replacement suited for my chair
But not for long
He'll quickly move on
In a blink of an eye he'll be gone
And you'll be alone
On your own
Begging and pleading for me to come home
But by then I'll be sitting in my brand new throne
We had it all
Now he has it all
Because you gave it all away
Now you're left with nothing as of today
Anonymous
LOVE HEALS
Can you feel my love?
Coming towards you?
Love is a form of energy
Which is powerful magick
My love is meant to heal you
From your background, which is tragic
Can you feel my love?
Sinking deep inside of you?
The influx of love is pushing out the blues
My love is flooding you like a river
Washing out debris and self-doubt
My love is like a cleanser
Cleaning each and every cell
When my love washes over you
You are clean as a bell
Now open your heart to me
As you release patterns that no longer work
Arise to a higher lever of being
Where the angels start to sing
Do not be afraid
To grow and to change
You are now at a vibration that is used to going higher
Let the rivers of love
Flow through each other veins
Learn to trust the journey
Understand why I came
The lesson is - Love Is Never In Vain.....!!!!!
Letting Go
Now I see
It'll never happen again
When you told me you still loved me
It was just a joke
But now that I know
I will never come back
There is a reason why we gave up
You cheated
You lied
But I never did
But now I'm ready to let go
I will never love you again
So I would prefer my life without the midnight phone calls
Without the lying
The cheating
I would prefer my life without you
Now I see
It'll never happen again
When you told me you still loved me
It was just a joke
But now that I know
I will never come back
There is a reason why we gave up
You cheated
You lied
But I never did
But now I'm ready to let go
I will never love you again
So I would prefer my life without the midnight phone calls
Without the lying
The cheating
I would prefer my life without you
I Hate you
I hate you!
I wish we never met!
I wish we never fell in love!
I wish we never hugged!
I wish we never kissed!
I wish I never fell for you!
I wish I never believed your stupid lies!
I wish you never cheated on me!
I wish you never told me you still love me after I got over you!
I wish I never fell for you again!
I wish you never crushed my heart!
I hate you!
I hate how I fell for you!
I can't believe I actually believed you!
I hate you!!!
I hate you!
I wish we never met!
I wish we never fell in love!
I wish we never hugged!
I wish we never kissed!
I wish I never fell for you!
I wish I never believed your stupid lies!
I wish you never cheated on me!
I wish you never told me you still love me after I got over you!
I wish I never fell for you again!
I wish you never crushed my heart!
I hate you!
I hate how I fell for you!
I can't believe I actually believed you!
I hate you!!!
Undying
Leave it be,
that sordid gesture of heartfelt calamities,
of dissipation and destruction
withering slowly in your cancerous shell.
Save them for a day when you are honest.
without strings and staples
lewdly arched over the bed
invaded and compromised
like Madame Christmas, 10 years ago.
This is your moment,
a violation of virtue,
to become my one and only,
only to become one of my regrets.
Maybe if you didn't care,
even if you did, why would you after all this?
To payback a heart break from 10 years ago?
I hope you're happy now.
Having impaled my love on your lover's phallus
who feasts on your angelic skin.
Do you think of me when he caresses you?
Shed a tear in silent regret?
Maybe I'd cry if you let me know,
leave it be.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/59584-undying/
Leave it be,
that sordid gesture of heartfelt calamities,
of dissipation and destruction
withering slowly in your cancerous shell.
Save them for a day when you are honest.
without strings and staples
lewdly arched over the bed
invaded and compromised
like Madame Christmas, 10 years ago.
This is your moment,
a violation of virtue,
to become my one and only,
only to become one of my regrets.
Maybe if you didn't care,
even if you did, why would you after all this?
To payback a heart break from 10 years ago?
I hope you're happy now.
Having impaled my love on your lover's phallus
who feasts on your angelic skin.
Do you think of me when he caresses you?
Shed a tear in silent regret?
Maybe I'd cry if you let me know,
leave it be.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/59584-undying/
My Gothy Little Secret
It seems I'm always driving by that hotel, our twisted sanctuary
Unable to take my eyes away, remembering all the lust, the wicked perversion
Hard to believe that it's been over a year since that day
When you wrote your number on my forearm in purple permanent ink
My little Goth Girl, sporting black clothes and scary tats
Piercings seen pale so in comparison to those concealed
Secret tristes where I become another man, the sadist who hydes behind my proper and gentlemanly façade
Where normal tenderness is stomped and shattered by raw, painful sensuality
It's always Room 124, towards the rear, safe from discovery
Convenient for fast getaways breathless back to the vanilla wasteland that is my life
Though twice your age you make me feel young and powerful
Crushing your black velvetness beneath my wicked dominance
You always bring the toys, harsh and medieval
But funny how I know how to use them, wield them so deftly
I leave you more than panting with kinky impressions, proper branding
Handprints, clamp bites, and lashed kisses
But I too am left with passionate reminders, your evil souvenirs
Deep scratches out of reach and so far unseen
You let me enter Sodom's door, a place she always denies
I make you the center of my universe, making time itself yield to my power
Engaged in our dance, our S&M ritual, we meet each other's needs
For you, it's Daddy's nasty affection, for me total sweet submission
Beneath me you transform me into a god
Above you I surplant the universe, total erotic eclipse where I spew towards the heavens
It seems I'm always driving by that hotel, our twisted sanctuary
Unable to take my eyes away, remembering all the lust, the wicked perversion
Hard to believe that it's been over a year since that day
When you wrote your number on my forearm in purple permanent ink
My little Goth Girl, sporting black clothes and scary tats
Piercings seen pale so in comparison to those concealed
Secret tristes where I become another man, the sadist who hydes behind my proper and gentlemanly façade
Where normal tenderness is stomped and shattered by raw, painful sensuality
It's always Room 124, towards the rear, safe from discovery
Convenient for fast getaways breathless back to the vanilla wasteland that is my life
Though twice your age you make me feel young and powerful
Crushing your black velvetness beneath my wicked dominance
You always bring the toys, harsh and medieval
But funny how I know how to use them, wield them so deftly
I leave you more than panting with kinky impressions, proper branding
Handprints, clamp bites, and lashed kisses
But I too am left with passionate reminders, your evil souvenirs
Deep scratches out of reach and so far unseen
You let me enter Sodom's door, a place she always denies
I make you the center of my universe, making time itself yield to my power
Engaged in our dance, our S&M ritual, we meet each other's needs
For you, it's Daddy's nasty affection, for me total sweet submission
Beneath me you transform me into a god
Above you I surplant the universe, total erotic eclipse where I spew towards the heavens
