Poetry competition CLOSED 20th November 2012 6:57pm
WINNER
emoadi
emoadi
WINNER
azrael666
azrael666
RUNNER-UP:
Starlight_angel
SADNESS
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
write about the effects of sadness
Sadness, what does it mean to you?
How does it influence your life and what do you do to nurse your sadness? Tell me about sadness...
No explicit language,extremity, swearing or sexual language...
One post per person, no colabs
Good luck!
Fragile
Fragile at times and I miss the ones I've lost
alone with thoughts as grey clouds fill the sky
rain drops whisper to the rhythm of my heart
heavy and drowning in feelings that escape me
I try to push them back down deep inside of me
they seep through the spaces between my fingers
pour over the sides into a river flowing so quickly
as it becomes an ocean that engulfs me choking
I sink into the abyss riding the moment for what it is
in the direction that it moves fighting it no longer
I shed no tears on the day that you became dust
the months since no release escaped from my soul
Did I fall off the world today lost and wandering
I knew it was coming with a hard long push
I was mostly ready for the impact so I thought
Will I be okay when tomorrow lands on top of me
Maybe I should just close my eyes and lose myself for a while...........
Fragile at times and I miss the ones I've lost
alone with thoughts as grey clouds fill the sky
rain drops whisper to the rhythm of my heart
heavy and drowning in feelings that escape me
I try to push them back down deep inside of me
they seep through the spaces between my fingers
pour over the sides into a river flowing so quickly
as it becomes an ocean that engulfs me choking
I sink into the abyss riding the moment for what it is
in the direction that it moves fighting it no longer
I shed no tears on the day that you became dust
the months since no release escaped from my soul
Did I fall off the world today lost and wandering
I knew it was coming with a hard long push
I was mostly ready for the impact so I thought
Will I be okay when tomorrow lands on top of me
Maybe I should just close my eyes and lose myself for a while...........
Sadness is a contagious disease
That shreds the soul like confetti
Yet the party is halted
Senses assaulted
For heartache thats never petty
They'll always ask, was it worth the pain?
I'll say, more than you'll ever know.
Even though I died a little
And I feel so broken and brittle
The good memories will never go
It's sheer torture to be left behind
By a love I once called my own
And the joy I'm sowing..
The pain is knowing...
I will once again be alone..
That shreds the soul like confetti
Yet the party is halted
Senses assaulted
For heartache thats never petty
They'll always ask, was it worth the pain?
I'll say, more than you'll ever know.
Even though I died a little
And I feel so broken and brittle
The good memories will never go
It's sheer torture to be left behind
By a love I once called my own
And the joy I'm sowing..
The pain is knowing...
I will once again be alone..
Anonymous
"Woe Mongrel”
http://kgen2001.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/sadness-gloomy.jpg
Eating at your edges inward,
destroying your spirit,
gobbling your bitter heart,
your mind solar flares,
reflects agony in abundance.
Romance fades, people die,
you run out of funds, things
aren’t always what they seem.
When you feel safe, in the clear,
the rug comes out, flat on your rear
you wallow in cold stale beer,
dreaming of better days.
The spiral continues, running in the
maze with mind-altering illicit things,
ethanol fluids, legalized death,
make your breath sting in the morning,
you cannot hide, happiness is in short supply.
It will follow you like the bad disease it is.
And, if you let it, it will destroy you.
Who knew sadness was a mongrel.
http://kgen2001.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/sadness-gloomy.jpg
Eating at your edges inward,
destroying your spirit,
gobbling your bitter heart,
your mind solar flares,
reflects agony in abundance.
Romance fades, people die,
you run out of funds, things
aren’t always what they seem.
When you feel safe, in the clear,
the rug comes out, flat on your rear
you wallow in cold stale beer,
dreaming of better days.
The spiral continues, running in the
maze with mind-altering illicit things,
ethanol fluids, legalized death,
make your breath sting in the morning,
you cannot hide, happiness is in short supply.
It will follow you like the bad disease it is.
And, if you let it, it will destroy you.
Who knew sadness was a mongrel.
Washed Up
It feels like there's no escaping
the blindingness of the darkness of fear.
So deep and dark are these waters
that the sun cannot shine down here.
My face is straight,
I feel deep emotions as I speak
and imagine the tears of sadness
are rolling down my cheek.
Sadness cleans my mind
it clears my clouded head
as I swim in emotions
through the watershed.
Through turbulent murky waters
full of stress and distortion,
onto a never ending shoreline
with all its complications.
Persistent waves keep rolling into shore
but there's undercurrents of doubt,
because although the waves keep crashing in
the tide is moving out.
It feels like there's no escaping
the blindingness of the darkness of fear.
So deep and dark are these waters
that the sun cannot shine down here.
My face is straight,
I feel deep emotions as I speak
and imagine the tears of sadness
are rolling down my cheek.
Sadness cleans my mind
it clears my clouded head
as I swim in emotions
through the watershed.
Through turbulent murky waters
full of stress and distortion,
onto a never ending shoreline
with all its complications.
Persistent waves keep rolling into shore
but there's undercurrents of doubt,
because although the waves keep crashing in
the tide is moving out.
might not be apropos but whatevs:
my back curves, my neck falls
Away from the torrent of dull spearheads thudding with a drumbeat
I know it is a rain-dance. They fall on my chest. They might as well be
Pure acid pouring down for all the difference I care.
I call the invocation:
“take me take me have my life my soul my body or all three
If it makes up the numbers” but nobody hears me over the crashing
Of wasted water. This is not about me.
In the glass I paint on my mask. I’ve got the colours wrong. the Joker never wore
Pastel lipstick.
If only life were like movies. You get a gun
Shoot everyone down & then Cut! They get up no harm done
No hard feelings. you can kill them over and again.
I am one of the disfigured.
Life teaches us that a scarred face is a scarred soul
A scarred wrist is a liar’s ‘get out of jail free’ card.
I am one of the liars. I am going to meet God,
But not by the bullet train.
I’d like to make the right impression.
my back curves, my neck falls
Away from the torrent of dull spearheads thudding with a drumbeat
I know it is a rain-dance. They fall on my chest. They might as well be
Pure acid pouring down for all the difference I care.
I call the invocation:
“take me take me have my life my soul my body or all three
If it makes up the numbers” but nobody hears me over the crashing
Of wasted water. This is not about me.
In the glass I paint on my mask. I’ve got the colours wrong. the Joker never wore
Pastel lipstick.
If only life were like movies. You get a gun
Shoot everyone down & then Cut! They get up no harm done
No hard feelings. you can kill them over and again.
I am one of the disfigured.
Life teaches us that a scarred face is a scarred soul
A scarred wrist is a liar’s ‘get out of jail free’ card.
I am one of the liars. I am going to meet God,
But not by the bullet train.
I’d like to make the right impression.
I hate how you bring me down cut me down.
Make me feel like noting it happens every so often I wanna scream
I tear up inside hoping someone will notice.
But it's always to well hidden even the I'm just waiting to crawl out in pain.
I was never good enough well that's how I feel.
My mind is shallow my thoughts are blunt
My Brain well there is non.
So I will sit on my ass and grit my teeth in till the best meal arrives on the bus of hell.
Well now it's another day, so the sun has come out to shine.
There is no fights to be fought.
Tears have gone south.
My mood has gone with it.
Now new moods have arrived no more tears to shed.
Though my throat hurts I'm in pain.
But the life I live goes on.
Anyways I'm wondering when will all start again.
I thought if start to prepared myself for this battle.
It will stop the pain.
But soon I shall now.
Make me feel like noting it happens every so often I wanna scream
I tear up inside hoping someone will notice.
But it's always to well hidden even the I'm just waiting to crawl out in pain.
I was never good enough well that's how I feel.
My mind is shallow my thoughts are blunt
My Brain well there is non.
So I will sit on my ass and grit my teeth in till the best meal arrives on the bus of hell.
Well now it's another day, so the sun has come out to shine.
There is no fights to be fought.
Tears have gone south.
My mood has gone with it.
Now new moods have arrived no more tears to shed.
Though my throat hurts I'm in pain.
But the life I live goes on.
Anyways I'm wondering when will all start again.
I thought if start to prepared myself for this battle.
It will stop the pain.
But soon I shall now.
The sadness is the only thing I fear,
Every tear is a drop of hate,
Or maybe a bit of love misplaced,
I wish that memories would go away,
All the sadness, all the pain,
These dark days so full of rain.
I hide my tears beneath my hand,
Go in the shadows to be alone,
Withdraw from the world,
As if I'm a ghost,
Hope it will pass quickly,
So I can go back the emotionless mask.
Every tear is a drop of hate,
Or maybe a bit of love misplaced,
I wish that memories would go away,
All the sadness, all the pain,
These dark days so full of rain.
I hide my tears beneath my hand,
Go in the shadows to be alone,
Withdraw from the world,
As if I'm a ghost,
Hope it will pass quickly,
So I can go back the emotionless mask.
Like a match stick burning I'm fading away,
From the inside out it's burning like a flame.
To this cold cruel world of mine
I'm labled just a name.
Yeah love by few and judged by all to many are my critics
watching for the fall.
naked scared and shaking my eyes they must be blind
From the inside out it's burning like a flame.
To this cold cruel world of mine
I'm labled just a name.
Yeah love by few and judged by all to many are my critics
watching for the fall.
naked scared and shaking my eyes they must be blind
alone
prone
slow
whole
tones
unstable
unable
attached
to cable
the vine
divides
place
and time
no sleep
or too deep
cant reap
the field
paved before me
unlaced
misplaced
erased
this faze
totally spaced
conditioning
didnt stick
in the thick
out of tricks
unwound
drowned
by
sight
and sound
just a lull
or paid in full?
aware of flaws
drew short straws
no control
left out of the fold
no parole
walk on coals
warts and all
extend the crawl
toward wailing wall
a seed remains
after all
prone
slow
whole
tones
unstable
unable
attached
to cable
the vine
divides
place
and time
no sleep
or too deep
cant reap
the field
paved before me
unlaced
misplaced
erased
this faze
totally spaced
conditioning
didnt stick
in the thick
out of tricks
unwound
drowned
by
sight
and sound
just a lull
or paid in full?
aware of flaws
drew short straws
no control
left out of the fold
no parole
walk on coals
warts and all
extend the crawl
toward wailing wall
a seed remains
after all
pills float in my stomach acid
i float on the brink of death
my eyes only show me blurry
my mind refuses to work
that unexpected action two nights ago
desperate for an escape
now i'm sitting in bed
dealing with the consequences
throwing up
white face
dry lips
i look like death
a corpse
but sadly not a corpse
i float on the brink of death
my eyes only show me blurry
my mind refuses to work
that unexpected action two nights ago
desperate for an escape
now i'm sitting in bed
dealing with the consequences
throwing up
white face
dry lips
i look like death
a corpse
but sadly not a corpse
Anonymous
Don't tell me I shouldn't say it
as if I have nothing to say it for.
Because I do
I have done wrong.
I was wrong to have hope,
for dreaming about a life
...a life over the rainbow,
that place where the blue birds fly.
I feel the need to apologize.
For making a fool of myself
every time I said the words
that would ultimately kill me in the end.
Sorry.
sorry
sorry...
Perhaps this word is the anti-venom
to the poison that seeps through my heart
and soothes this pain
like a rusty dagger
engraving a story
a song
that can only be deciphered by you.
It was wrong of me to hope
for a life over the rainbow,
I have dreamed of
ever since I knew it was possible
to have dreams at all.
To hope for clear skies
and green grass.
To pray for those warm embraces
that keep out the cold.
I made the mistake
of wishing upon the first star
in the blackened sky.
Because it was actually the second star
I just didn't look far enough towards the horizon
to see it.
•••••••••••••••••••
This is an old "poem" from when I really started taking writing more seriously.
It's rusty
as if I have nothing to say it for.
Because I do
I have done wrong.
I was wrong to have hope,
for dreaming about a life
...a life over the rainbow,
that place where the blue birds fly.
I feel the need to apologize.
For making a fool of myself
every time I said the words
that would ultimately kill me in the end.
Sorry.
sorry
sorry...
Perhaps this word is the anti-venom
to the poison that seeps through my heart
and soothes this pain
like a rusty dagger
engraving a story
a song
that can only be deciphered by you.
It was wrong of me to hope
for a life over the rainbow,
I have dreamed of
ever since I knew it was possible
to have dreams at all.
To hope for clear skies
and green grass.
To pray for those warm embraces
that keep out the cold.
I made the mistake
of wishing upon the first star
in the blackened sky.
Because it was actually the second star
I just didn't look far enough towards the horizon
to see it.
•••••••••••••••••••
This is an old "poem" from when I really started taking writing more seriously.
It's rusty
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