Poetry competition CLOSED 10th September 2012 11:03am
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SupHomeboi
SupHomeboi
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Poetry Contest Description
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Write a happy poem about something that really annoys you. It can be sarcastic, or insincere, doesn't matter, just don't inject any anger into it.
Rules
No Porn!
No rants!
No graphic violence!
Dark poems are welcome in the vein of black humour.
20 lines or less.
2 entries per person, old or new is fine.
Would prefer no chit chat. It's like seeing I've got an email and discovering it's spam. Not tasty. Questions are welcome.
2 Weeks. Have fun
Rules
No Porn!
No rants!
No graphic violence!
Dark poems are welcome in the vein of black humour.
20 lines or less.
2 entries per person, old or new is fine.
Would prefer no chit chat. It's like seeing I've got an email and discovering it's spam. Not tasty. Questions are welcome.
2 Weeks. Have fun
My muse wears combat boots
My muse wears combat boots
especially when he thinks he is funny,
he freezes my inspiration
as if I owed him some money.
It makes me want to slap him,
waaay from the back,
because he refuses to cooperate
and stay with me on track.
I give him many luscious words
and even music that I play,
he still manages to snub me
and my writing turns out to be a waste.
“Flaming bastard,"I will dress you in a pink leotard,
lipstick and pair purple pumps,
if you don’t give me a break and lighten the hell up!
He makes me have a bad hair day(real bad if the hair is mine)
So In his britches I’ll put some fire ants and, on his toilet seat blue dye.
If he doesn’t help me write a magnificent masterpiece,his arse will match the sky.
Well maybe that’s asking too much,ok I’ll be happy if you just play nice
a few poems a week if you don’t mind, would be alright.
My muse wears combat boots
especially when he thinks he is funny,
he freezes my inspiration
as if I owed him some money.
It makes me want to slap him,
waaay from the back,
because he refuses to cooperate
and stay with me on track.
I give him many luscious words
and even music that I play,
he still manages to snub me
and my writing turns out to be a waste.
“Flaming bastard,"I will dress you in a pink leotard,
lipstick and pair purple pumps,
if you don’t give me a break and lighten the hell up!
He makes me have a bad hair day(real bad if the hair is mine)
So In his britches I’ll put some fire ants and, on his toilet seat blue dye.
If he doesn’t help me write a magnificent masterpiece,his arse will match the sky.
Well maybe that’s asking too much,ok I’ll be happy if you just play nice
a few poems a week if you don’t mind, would be alright.
I think this covers it, as her smile contradicts what she is truly feeling.
So Let's Play Pretend
I must be misguided by my perceptions
becoming skewed as they filter through
my poor vision my interpretation garbled
so let's play pretend as I paint on a smile
I will keep my observations locked away
in my secret box hidden deep in my mind
give it a season or so before I tally them up
to see what they account for find their worth
Words can erode the edges of broken skin
causing cracks that never have time to heal
I try to read with candour from every angle
maybe my windows are just failing my mind
~So let's play pretend as I paint on a smile~
Because you know it can be costly the times
that I just spell it out loudly and very clearly
so I paint myself from the outside a stranger
try not to lose the real me that screams inside
~So let's play pretend as I paint on a smile~
So Let's Play Pretend
I must be misguided by my perceptions
becoming skewed as they filter through
my poor vision my interpretation garbled
so let's play pretend as I paint on a smile
I will keep my observations locked away
in my secret box hidden deep in my mind
give it a season or so before I tally them up
to see what they account for find their worth
Words can erode the edges of broken skin
causing cracks that never have time to heal
I try to read with candour from every angle
maybe my windows are just failing my mind
~So let's play pretend as I paint on a smile~
Because you know it can be costly the times
that I just spell it out loudly and very clearly
so I paint myself from the outside a stranger
try not to lose the real me that screams inside
~So let's play pretend as I paint on a smile~
Cicadas keep me up all night long
Singing their incredibly loud song
A cricket gone so terribly wrong
The shells shed everywhere
Leaving the world in lovely despair
They think nothing of it
I think it's gross when I accidentally hit one when I sit
It's worse than even rat spit
So cicadas are my pet peeve
And upon the winters eve
They all finally leave
Then peace is restored
And the meeting to rid of them is adjourned
The nights finally become silent
And so peaceful sleep lasts until next time
Singing their incredibly loud song
A cricket gone so terribly wrong
The shells shed everywhere
Leaving the world in lovely despair
They think nothing of it
I think it's gross when I accidentally hit one when I sit
It's worse than even rat spit
So cicadas are my pet peeve
And upon the winters eve
They all finally leave
Then peace is restored
And the meeting to rid of them is adjourned
The nights finally become silent
And so peaceful sleep lasts until next time
House of Melatonin Deficiency
Nobody sleeps in this house.
After all the little mice
(or maybe rats) have gone to sleep
That's when you hear the message beep.
Nobody sleeps in this house.
The street lights are all out
No one is about to turn them on
This is when we hoover. Half past one.
Nobody sleeps in this house.
Between the hours of four and six
Too late for sleep, too early still to wake
Isn't it the perfect time to bake?
Nobody sleeps in this house.
Nightmares are not a concern.
A glass of water, a microwave brownie
Are defence against Pennywise clownies.
Nobody sleeps in this house.
We're the Undead and we're bored
In the dead of night without sniffle or snore
Creaks the coffin-lid squeak of the door.
Nobody sleeps in this house.
After all the little mice
(or maybe rats) have gone to sleep
That's when you hear the message beep.
Nobody sleeps in this house.
The street lights are all out
No one is about to turn them on
This is when we hoover. Half past one.
Nobody sleeps in this house.
Between the hours of four and six
Too late for sleep, too early still to wake
Isn't it the perfect time to bake?
Nobody sleeps in this house.
Nightmares are not a concern.
A glass of water, a microwave brownie
Are defence against Pennywise clownies.
Nobody sleeps in this house.
We're the Undead and we're bored
In the dead of night without sniffle or snore
Creaks the coffin-lid squeak of the door.
Anonymous
On those high and mighty...
Tomorrow I will try
to meet your expectation
of what a lady should be
In this great time and nation
I feel a bit excited
It's starting to sink in
I can be a judgmental fake
and still I'll take the win
It should feel quite relaxing
It's certainly a break
Anyway, being real is hard
and it makes me hard to take
I will emulate the most acclaimed
learn from the most achieved
Letting go of my humanity
I already feel relieved
Then I'll gain acceptance
and always have a friend
Relations last forever
with nothing to defend
nor mend...
So, let's pretend
let's hide who we are
The truth is too heavy
and it won't take you far
From this point on
I shall judge and condemn
Try forgetting the outcasts
and my time spent with them
Tomorrow I will try
to meet your expectation
of what a lady should be
In this great time and nation
I feel a bit excited
It's starting to sink in
I can be a judgmental fake
and still I'll take the win
It should feel quite relaxing
It's certainly a break
Anyway, being real is hard
and it makes me hard to take
I will emulate the most acclaimed
learn from the most achieved
Letting go of my humanity
I already feel relieved
Then I'll gain acceptance
and always have a friend
Relations last forever
with nothing to defend
nor mend...
So, let's pretend
let's hide who we are
The truth is too heavy
and it won't take you far
From this point on
I shall judge and condemn
Try forgetting the outcasts
and my time spent with them
I Love Me, I Love Me Not
I think I'm ugly but I'm always in mirrors
Messaging my skin with aloe vera
Feeling sexy a sexual connection
Towards myself turned on by my reflection
Every muscle, curve, pulse, and feature
Very coordinated from the hat to the sneakers
But for some strange reason I still think I'm hideous
Are you fucking serious I must be an idiot
Very insecure but still a part of me is vain
Pay me a compliment but still I complain
Punishing myself and my own self esteem
I'm my own worst enemy I can be very mean
But I'm the only one that can critique my image
For you I'm pefection for me I'm a blemish
A love hate relationship I constantly struggle with
But I'm trapped in a mirror you'll think it's all a myth
I think I'm ugly but I'm always in mirrors
Messaging my skin with aloe vera
Feeling sexy a sexual connection
Towards myself turned on by my reflection
Every muscle, curve, pulse, and feature
Very coordinated from the hat to the sneakers
But for some strange reason I still think I'm hideous
Are you fucking serious I must be an idiot
Very insecure but still a part of me is vain
Pay me a compliment but still I complain
Punishing myself and my own self esteem
I'm my own worst enemy I can be very mean
But I'm the only one that can critique my image
For you I'm pefection for me I'm a blemish
A love hate relationship I constantly struggle with
But I'm trapped in a mirror you'll think it's all a myth
Restless Peace
Restless Peace
A mind plagued with contradictions
And countless oxymoron
Serious comedy all day long.
Such bipolar cruelties
Agoraphobic Claustrophobia
All torn and together.
This is a mindless piece
About a childish adult
Who is too young to be old
And too old to be young.
Restless Peace
A mind plagued with contradictions
And countless oxymoron
Serious comedy all day long.
Such bipolar cruelties
Agoraphobic Claustrophobia
All torn and together.
This is a mindless piece
About a childish adult
Who is too young to be old
And too old to be young.
