Poetry competition CLOSED 13th October 2012 11:00am
WINNER
13
13
RUNNERS-UP:
rayheinrich
and Cannaballester
Immortality
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem based on the concept of immortality.
Write a poem based on the concept of immortality. Love it, hate it, crave it, fantasise about it... whatever spin you want to put on it.
Rules
No EROTICA or PORN!
No senseless violence.
No religious poems.
No epic poems please, I have the attention span of a goldfish, anything over 30 lines is too long.
2 entries per person.
Old and new accepted.
Fictional creatures welcome, ie, vampire poems, werewolves, ghosts, zombies, Gods/Goddesses etc.
Two weeks. Have fun
Rules
No EROTICA or PORN!
No senseless violence.
No religious poems.
No epic poems please, I have the attention span of a goldfish, anything over 30 lines is too long.
2 entries per person.
Old and new accepted.
Fictional creatures welcome, ie, vampire poems, werewolves, ghosts, zombies, Gods/Goddesses etc.
Two weeks. Have fun
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< immortality >
the faces in the picture
the grasp of each finger
taken from that very instant
as two hands
joined together in
some promise of 1948
now rests in my hand
saved by some dead child
of some dead mother
and i put it down
and lead my heart
to the next box
the next tomb
the voices of silence
they come together
in the midst of this clutter
of old gifts and promises
waiting here
waiting for no one
- - -
Athanasia
I was alive
through days of hunger
nights of thirst
when the sky was lost
I huddled beneath fallen arches
waiting for a sign
when our brethren fell
through frozen winters
I cursed patiently
the heavens they gazed at
trembling, undying
a stigmata of the universe.
Wandering alone
for countless years
I learned more of
the novelty of my creation
no rumors that seem fitting
no weapons worth killing
an abomination of karma
some called savior
others called satan
through bloodshed
and the darkness of man
I've survived as a testament
to all their failures.
In the books they wrote
in the stories they told
I have passed briefly
subtly in and out
from the days of black sun
to now a solar eclipse
unwavering, the flame of life
still burns bright in me
I am alive
I am immortal.
I was alive
through days of hunger
nights of thirst
when the sky was lost
I huddled beneath fallen arches
waiting for a sign
when our brethren fell
through frozen winters
I cursed patiently
the heavens they gazed at
trembling, undying
a stigmata of the universe.
Wandering alone
for countless years
I learned more of
the novelty of my creation
no rumors that seem fitting
no weapons worth killing
an abomination of karma
some called savior
others called satan
through bloodshed
and the darkness of man
I've survived as a testament
to all their failures.
In the books they wrote
in the stories they told
I have passed briefly
subtly in and out
from the days of black sun
to now a solar eclipse
unwavering, the flame of life
still burns bright in me
I am alive
I am immortal.
Immortality
Screeching violins
blast out their harrowing
orchestrated opuses
into the distant arcane
of immortality .
The sabre toothed sillhouette
is standing gallantly
dominating the lunar
background set
his head aloft
with polished opal eyes
dripping with scarlet.
The stiffened , upturned
mauve and black collar
hides his ashen nape
his head revolves like an owl
at his prey
they cannot escape .
His body lean and thin
his face emaciated
chilling
with a carnivalesque grin
he then fades
into the unknown
with a wicked wind
and cold groan
sustained and
bloodstained
and out
for your soul .
Screeching violins
blast out their harrowing
orchestrated opuses
into the distant arcane
of immortality .
The sabre toothed sillhouette
is standing gallantly
dominating the lunar
background set
his head aloft
with polished opal eyes
dripping with scarlet.
The stiffened , upturned
mauve and black collar
hides his ashen nape
his head revolves like an owl
at his prey
they cannot escape .
His body lean and thin
his face emaciated
chilling
with a carnivalesque grin
he then fades
into the unknown
with a wicked wind
and cold groan
sustained and
bloodstained
and out
for your soul .
Violin eyes
She appeared to me in pixelation ,
slowly materialising like a building
being built by a spectre ..
Her aura and power of entrancement , now
became apparent .
No sound was needed to accompany the moment
as her violin eyes sufficed
for all known musical therapy .
The tone of hair captured old moments .
Her look of startle lasered hot impressions .
This now is engraved within tissues
that make recollection within the cerebral .
Now , closed ocular of dark
is beautiful .
I see her there ,
forever where I dream .
She appeared to me in pixelation ,
slowly materialising like a building
being built by a spectre ..
Her aura and power of entrancement , now
became apparent .
No sound was needed to accompany the moment
as her violin eyes sufficed
for all known musical therapy .
The tone of hair captured old moments .
Her look of startle lasered hot impressions .
This now is engraved within tissues
that make recollection within the cerebral .
Now , closed ocular of dark
is beautiful .
I see her there ,
forever where I dream .
"No End To The Flesh"
I want to be mortal forever
To know my life is mine and mine alone
No end to the flesh
Life over death
No soul to set free
Or apples to tempt me
I do not want to rise into Heaven
Or fall to some torturous place
What I want is to feel
To taste
To smell
And most of all
I want to love
Never ending love
For all I have ever known
Is love never begun
When finally it comes
I don't want to let go
I want to hold on
I want to be mortal forever
JJ
I want to be mortal forever
To know my life is mine and mine alone
No end to the flesh
Life over death
No soul to set free
Or apples to tempt me
I do not want to rise into Heaven
Or fall to some torturous place
What I want is to feel
To taste
To smell
And most of all
I want to love
Never ending love
For all I have ever known
Is love never begun
When finally it comes
I don't want to let go
I want to hold on
I want to be mortal forever
JJ
The poet's cross
Poets stand tall, stand together
On your journey upwards
Proud of words
Long live words
These are the words
Of hearts and spades
That dig up gardens
Cutting the worms
You were five cutting up worms
Now you're 25 cutting up words
Worms words worms words
Now you're 45 cutting up words
Worms words worms words
Now you're 65 cutting up words
Worms words worms words
Jesus died on a cross for words
You'll be crucified for your words
You'll be tried and convicted and
Evicted after the stoning and the crowing and the joking and the poking and the loathing and the goating
You'll be crucified on the poets' cross
Bleeding just like Jesus, stabbed through and through wrists punctured into immortality; then at suns up you'll be wheeled away, draped in white while you pee out your last rights.
Night will fall, twelve men will sit at a table and eat the last supper, you'll recall how Jesus was at that table and you'll spill your words over the table like you'll
spill your wine, there will be a silence and mourning. You'll be hanging from the poets' cross.
Eternal rest grant unto him - O Lord; and let perpetual light shine upon him. May he rest in peace. Amen.
Poets stand tall, stand together
On your journey upwards
Proud of words
Long live words
These are the words
Of hearts and spades
That dig up gardens
Cutting the worms
You were five cutting up worms
Now you're 25 cutting up words
Worms words worms words
Now you're 45 cutting up words
Worms words worms words
Now you're 65 cutting up words
Worms words worms words
Jesus died on a cross for words
You'll be crucified for your words
You'll be tried and convicted and
Evicted after the stoning and the crowing and the joking and the poking and the loathing and the goating
You'll be crucified on the poets' cross
Bleeding just like Jesus, stabbed through and through wrists punctured into immortality; then at suns up you'll be wheeled away, draped in white while you pee out your last rights.
Night will fall, twelve men will sit at a table and eat the last supper, you'll recall how Jesus was at that table and you'll spill your words over the table like you'll
spill your wine, there will be a silence and mourning. You'll be hanging from the poets' cross.
Eternal rest grant unto him - O Lord; and let perpetual light shine upon him. May he rest in peace. Amen.
Plath is dead
Plath is dead
Long live Plath
And so we should
Celebrate our lives,
Long live life
Hold your hand, your friends' hand,
Long live friendship
Soak in the afternoon sun
Write letters to the One
Dream of escapes by boat
Leaving suicide bombers remote,
Forget iPods, touch real pods
With your hands water plants of
Pink and white
Turn dark into light,
Plath is dead
Long live Plath
Plath is dead
Long live Plath
And so we should
Celebrate our lives,
Long live life
Hold your hand, your friends' hand,
Long live friendship
Soak in the afternoon sun
Write letters to the One
Dream of escapes by boat
Leaving suicide bombers remote,
Forget iPods, touch real pods
With your hands water plants of
Pink and white
Turn dark into light,
Plath is dead
Long live Plath
Anonymous
Goddamn
----
if i say i see a star inside your eye
will you believe it long enough to shine
past the bones that wilt and decay
and fuck it all, the dinosaurs have nothing
to show for this either, only the words
right now matter, and 1000 years hence
only the dictionaries will matter so
they'll look up the word "star" but it'll be
spelled different then, probably "starr"
because in the future they'll think things
are longer, that they last longer, and really
it's dumb, because everyone knows the stars
and you and me and your mom and dad and kids and cat and dog and god
are dust
anyway
you look it
kid
----
if i say i see a star inside your eye
will you believe it long enough to shine
past the bones that wilt and decay
and fuck it all, the dinosaurs have nothing
to show for this either, only the words
right now matter, and 1000 years hence
only the dictionaries will matter so
they'll look up the word "star" but it'll be
spelled different then, probably "starr"
because in the future they'll think things
are longer, that they last longer, and really
it's dumb, because everyone knows the stars
and you and me and your mom and dad and kids and cat and dog and god
are dust
anyway
you look it
kid
