Poetry competition CLOSED 26th September 2012 12:27pm
WINNER
CruelHandedWriter (Jamie Rhodes)
CruelHandedWriter (Jamie Rhodes)
RUNNERS-UP:
MrAlptraum
and lightbaron
The bull & the ballet dancer
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem based on this image.
http://i1072.photobucket.com/albums/w371/missysub/dc9819c1.jpg
This picture is hanging up in my place of work. I see it every day, and it always evokes something dark in me.
Write a poem based on this image.
Rules
The poem should be new.
Collabs allowed.
The poem must be titled.
No more than two entries per person.
No word limit.
Two weeks. Good luck!
This picture is hanging up in my place of work. I see it every day, and it always evokes something dark in me.
Write a poem based on this image.
Rules
The poem should be new.
Collabs allowed.
The poem must be titled.
No more than two entries per person.
No word limit.
Two weeks. Good luck!
He comes to her in her sleepy reflections
He is all around her in the dance of falling
He catches her, embraces tender with restraint
In blind faith she escapes his adoring wrath
He stops when he sees all her sore spots exposed
When he is gone all her cries won't drown out the noise In her head lies the memory of too soon emptied moments
Through ecstasy she grows bolder in time though,
More bitter demands will seize her
Commands like strings in his hands he then pulls
She messed with the bull they said
Her head splits lets the fragments flutter
Fly away like the memories she kept and lost
In his arms is where she loved to belong,
But soon she would not shut up
And he could not carry her in sleep forever
He is all around her in the dance of falling
He catches her, embraces tender with restraint
In blind faith she escapes his adoring wrath
He stops when he sees all her sore spots exposed
When he is gone all her cries won't drown out the noise In her head lies the memory of too soon emptied moments
Through ecstasy she grows bolder in time though,
More bitter demands will seize her
Commands like strings in his hands he then pulls
She messed with the bull they said
Her head splits lets the fragments flutter
Fly away like the memories she kept and lost
In his arms is where she loved to belong,
But soon she would not shut up
And he could not carry her in sleep forever
inhaling dead roses
he was a reflection of my inner self
the representation of the demon in me
caged behind the dead rose posy
overloaded with Chanel perfume
and the cloying scent of red wine addiction
she was a virgin suicide waiting to happen
youth and innocence her mask
for the societal masquerade ball
where no one is themselves
she liked my smile and I liked her lies
we courted languidly beneath a blue moon
tangled in the brambles of shame and desire
our union like the birth of a black hole
leaving our souls desolate
and pocked with dry grass fires
violent sparks of passion
among the empty words we spent
that we could live forever
in the dark
he was a reflection of my inner self
the representation of the demon in me
caged behind the dead rose posy
overloaded with Chanel perfume
and the cloying scent of red wine addiction
she was a virgin suicide waiting to happen
youth and innocence her mask
for the societal masquerade ball
where no one is themselves
she liked my smile and I liked her lies
we courted languidly beneath a blue moon
tangled in the brambles of shame and desire
our union like the birth of a black hole
leaving our souls desolate
and pocked with dry grass fires
violent sparks of passion
among the empty words we spent
that we could live forever
in the dark
Hi eveateredapples,
nice name btw, when you said "pocked with dead grass fires" were you referring to weed?
Great poem, I liked it alot.
reminds me of this song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dX2smHH_LW0
nice name btw, when you said "pocked with dead grass fires" were you referring to weed?
Great poem, I liked it alot.
reminds me of this song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dX2smHH_LW0
