Poetry competition CLOSED 11th November 2012 5:19am
WINNER
Icuduseahugritenow (WallFlower)
Icuduseahugritenow (WallFlower)
RUNNERS-UP:
Magdalena
and shaunda
Judgement
People who judge others harshly do so
to fill the emptiness in their soul
with words that cut like the bitter pill
they swallow with their morning coffee
Judging others without understanding
how utterly stupid and weak they are
to have to eat the pain they cause others
just to keep themselves alive
oh empty ones,
lay down on the cool sweet earth
spread out your arms and lay flat the hands
that do no good in this world
give leave of your poisonous thoughts
feel the vibrato our mother sends out to all her children
wrap yourself in her brown earth
and let yourself feel the love from her
that you are so void of in your own life
give in to her song Oh dark heart
for there is beauty in your vessel
though you know not where, nor why, nor how
to follow the life blood that flows through your veins
for you have only known the pain
your forebears gave to you
to fill the void their own emptiness brings about
teaching you their charade dance of life
that says the fruit of others will sustain you
though the black winters of your life
for you were born surrounded by the dark webs
they created for you out of their own ignorance
wrapping you tightly to hide you
from a light they have never known
and therefore you have never known
Take my hand and the hands of the many others
who so willingly, would lead you down the path
Of true strength and mightiness, sharing with you
the secrets of true power
The power in giving without taking
the power in loving without hurting
the power in crying without being weak
and the strength it takes to stand on ones own feet
without having to crush the bones of another.
You are not hopeless yet
(I actually wrote this with someone here in mind) because many people with dark hearts only do so out of pain and out of never having been shown another way besides anger and critisism. There is good in everyone. Even the people I've written this about.
True power is having the ability to take from someone else and abstaining.
to fill the emptiness in their soul
with words that cut like the bitter pill
they swallow with their morning coffee
Judging others without understanding
how utterly stupid and weak they are
to have to eat the pain they cause others
just to keep themselves alive
oh empty ones,
lay down on the cool sweet earth
spread out your arms and lay flat the hands
that do no good in this world
give leave of your poisonous thoughts
feel the vibrato our mother sends out to all her children
wrap yourself in her brown earth
and let yourself feel the love from her
that you are so void of in your own life
give in to her song Oh dark heart
for there is beauty in your vessel
though you know not where, nor why, nor how
to follow the life blood that flows through your veins
for you have only known the pain
your forebears gave to you
to fill the void their own emptiness brings about
teaching you their charade dance of life
that says the fruit of others will sustain you
though the black winters of your life
for you were born surrounded by the dark webs
they created for you out of their own ignorance
wrapping you tightly to hide you
from a light they have never known
and therefore you have never known
Take my hand and the hands of the many others
who so willingly, would lead you down the path
Of true strength and mightiness, sharing with you
the secrets of true power
The power in giving without taking
the power in loving without hurting
the power in crying without being weak
and the strength it takes to stand on ones own feet
without having to crush the bones of another.
You are not hopeless yet
(I actually wrote this with someone here in mind) because many people with dark hearts only do so out of pain and out of never having been shown another way besides anger and critisism. There is good in everyone. Even the people I've written this about.
True power is having the ability to take from someone else and abstaining.
In My Dream....
In my dream there lay two ways,
foolishly people were counting their final days;
To my right were what were RIGHT,
where I saw chosen people of might;
To my left were what were LEFT,
Where people of lust were complaining of their soul's theft;
Turned the turn towards me as the bell rung,
unspelled emotions engulfed as my swan song was sung;
Given prophecies and made promises took heel on a running spree.
left me alone with opened jaws ready to swallow me for free;
In my dream there lay two ways,
Here I am still trying to wake up....
....John S. Abilash
In my dream there lay two ways,
foolishly people were counting their final days;
To my right were what were RIGHT,
where I saw chosen people of might;
To my left were what were LEFT,
Where people of lust were complaining of their soul's theft;
Turned the turn towards me as the bell rung,
unspelled emotions engulfed as my swan song was sung;
Given prophecies and made promises took heel on a running spree.
left me alone with opened jaws ready to swallow me for free;
In my dream there lay two ways,
Here I am still trying to wake up....
....John S. Abilash
No Room For Judgement
Who are you to judge me for my actions?
Yes I have sinned
But could you name someone who hasn't?
Make no mistakes
Your passing judgment has inflated my hate
And when I say this weight is great
I think my shoulders will break
You should take a look at Romans fourteen
I could never foresee the pain
Its still a sure thing
Wait until after night
At sunrise
See me in a different light
Criticism was my cue to shine bright
I'm just another person trying to lead a happy life
If you don't know my struggle
How could you be exactly right
I really had to fight to have you understand I'm human
Still through your eyes you think you're better
But accusing me of being hell bound
Yes I can tell now
You've been condemned
Acting holier-than-thou
No I'm not perfect
I have a soul to do your healing on
I pray for God's grace and ask if I could be forgiven though
Who are you to judge me for my actions?
Yes I have sinned
But could you name someone who hasn't?
Make no mistakes
Your passing judgment has inflated my hate
And when I say this weight is great
I think my shoulders will break
You should take a look at Romans fourteen
I could never foresee the pain
Its still a sure thing
Wait until after night
At sunrise
See me in a different light
Criticism was my cue to shine bright
I'm just another person trying to lead a happy life
If you don't know my struggle
How could you be exactly right
I really had to fight to have you understand I'm human
Still through your eyes you think you're better
But accusing me of being hell bound
Yes I can tell now
You've been condemned
Acting holier-than-thou
No I'm not perfect
I have a soul to do your healing on
I pray for God's grace and ask if I could be forgiven though
Anonymous
“Dunce Words”
http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ho2m-_BYNOs/UFXPGrwVMqI/AAAAAAAAAes/ybTqsfhq0HQ/s1600/dunce-cap-1.gif
Words speak louder than actions, I love them.
When written in their purest form,
much is gained about weakness,
worn on the hypocrisy shoulder.
Strange, they should know better if
they claim the beholder title.
Blind spots on their souls,
thinking they are in control
of nothing they are, nine pointing back.
Big words for the ride of their short life,
they are in risk of a heart attack.
No need to judge them,
they’ve already done it for us,
slipped into their coma, and
showing the bad side of two faces,
on Technicolor paper,
let's give them a "D".
http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ho2m-_BYNOs/UFXPGrwVMqI/AAAAAAAAAes/ybTqsfhq0HQ/s1600/dunce-cap-1.gif
Words speak louder than actions, I love them.
When written in their purest form,
much is gained about weakness,
worn on the hypocrisy shoulder.
Strange, they should know better if
they claim the beholder title.
Blind spots on their souls,
thinking they are in control
of nothing they are, nine pointing back.
Big words for the ride of their short life,
they are in risk of a heart attack.
No need to judge them,
they’ve already done it for us,
slipped into their coma, and
showing the bad side of two faces,
on Technicolor paper,
let's give them a "D".
Anonymous
shaunda said:Veagan, you really must learn the difference between constructive criticism and bullying. If you are unable to do so, keep the bullying to yourself. lulz
That's spelt / spelled *Vegan.
And since when was pointing out incorrect grammar considered bullying? How morally up-tight are you?
"lulz"
That's spelt / spelled *Vegan.
And since when was pointing out incorrect grammar considered bullying? How morally up-tight are you?
"lulz"
Vegan, veagan, potato, patato,
I'm not near as morally uptight as you. It seems a person can't even make a grammatical error without you building your ego on it. There is a big difference in pointing something out to help a someone do better, and pointing something out to feel superior.
As you said to Wallflower "you need to learn the difference"
LULZ
I'm not near as morally uptight as you. It seems a person can't even make a grammatical error without you building your ego on it. There is a big difference in pointing something out to help a someone do better, and pointing something out to feel superior.
As you said to Wallflower "you need to learn the difference"
LULZ
You are so right Wallflower. Judging and critiquing are two totally separate things. I really liked your poems and didn't even see the errors because I felt your angst and emotions
. Great write. Normally I don't say things to people, but when people use others to feel superior time after time, it makes my hair rise.
. Great write. Normally I don't say things to people, but when people use others to feel superior time after time, it makes my hair rise.
Anonymous
Absolute fail Shaunda, there is no hidden meaning in correcting grammar, nor feelings of superiority, you're asserting your ego by making these moronic assumptions.
There is no morality in correcting grammar, at least not for me.
Take your moral crusade and targetting elsewhere. While I continue to correct grammar as I see fit, there was no bullying intended and for you to perceive that is quite idiotic.
There is no morality in correcting grammar, at least not for me.
Take your moral crusade and targetting elsewhere. While I continue to correct grammar as I see fit, there was no bullying intended and for you to perceive that is quite idiotic.
