Poetry competition CLOSED 24th December 2012 12:32pm
WINNER
lepperochan (CraicDealer)
lepperochan (CraicDealer)
RUNNER-UP:
Indie
The Guts-out Competition.
Poetry Contest Description
Tell 'em how you feel!
Here's your chance to tell somebody here in the DU how you Really feel.
I mean.. How you REALLY, really feel!
Do you admire somebody from afar?
Dream about someone?
Hate somebody?
I don't care what it is that you feel.. Spill it here!
Rules:
New writes only
Must be in poetic or similar form.
You must Name the person (no room for anonymous bull-shit here)
Humor is acceptable
p.s. Save any discussions for PM... This is a competition!
And it's all in good, healthy fun
He
Slowly crawled under my skin
Teasing my mind with pleasantries
Reaching into deeper feeling places
Inching his way into my heart
Dancing on my awakening senses
Ever growing closeness prevailed
Realising that we were falling faster
I could tell you of the dreams
and head in the cloud places I find
my fantasy ride that crosses the miles
my survival tactics for an aching heart
or my astral encounters and projection
Sensual and warm against my skin
Tender words that care very much
Risking stolen moments of passion
Inside secret places of togetherness
Daring and wild that grips my attention
Easing me into the shape that enfolds
Reasuring me of feelings always felt
Obstacles are the challenge
I'm willing to overcome
to get closer to what we share
He is my look forward to person everyday
my muse and my confidant
he makes me feel good more often than not
He is always the man that I write about
and that is where it's at
in words written from the fire inside.
Audio.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/79793-he/
Slowly crawled under my skin
Teasing my mind with pleasantries
Reaching into deeper feeling places
Inching his way into my heart
Dancing on my awakening senses
Ever growing closeness prevailed
Realising that we were falling faster
I could tell you of the dreams
and head in the cloud places I find
my fantasy ride that crosses the miles
my survival tactics for an aching heart
or my astral encounters and projection
Sensual and warm against my skin
Tender words that care very much
Risking stolen moments of passion
Inside secret places of togetherness
Daring and wild that grips my attention
Easing me into the shape that enfolds
Reasuring me of feelings always felt
Obstacles are the challenge
I'm willing to overcome
to get closer to what we share
He is my look forward to person everyday
my muse and my confidant
he makes me feel good more often than not
He is always the man that I write about
and that is where it's at
in words written from the fire inside.
Audio.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/79793-he/
Anonymous
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Anonymous
"Her~"
http://fineartamerica.com/images-simple-print/images-medium/red-poppies-georgia-mansur.jpg
A relentless pursuit of ultimate happiness
tugs at my deepest core, a burning desire
to live life magically on a tightrope
of sizzling electric body talk.
Welsh winds spoke to me in rhyme,
captured me unaware with my worldly cares,
she has taken me to an ethereal place,
from which I know has no return.
Things will never be the same.
I walk parallel worlds with a
Magnificent Angel and
Graceful Devil, an
Awesome Lover
Ever-Near me,
Always.
She listens with
eyes of intense malachite.
She is a sea of red poppies,
elegant, they swirl in the breeze,
free and pretty, so delightful indeed.
I do not fight the ways of fate,
my soul is seared with her mark,
my heart does bow to our history,
the date remains unknown
to consummate,
time tells no one,
we wait.
http://fineartamerica.com/images-simple-print/images-medium/red-poppies-georgia-mansur.jpg
A relentless pursuit of ultimate happiness
tugs at my deepest core, a burning desire
to live life magically on a tightrope
of sizzling electric body talk.
Welsh winds spoke to me in rhyme,
captured me unaware with my worldly cares,
she has taken me to an ethereal place,
from which I know has no return.
Things will never be the same.
I walk parallel worlds with a
Magnificent Angel and
Graceful Devil, an
Awesome Lover
Ever-Near me,
Always.
She listens with
eyes of intense malachite.
She is a sea of red poppies,
elegant, they swirl in the breeze,
free and pretty, so delightful indeed.
I do not fight the ways of fate,
my soul is seared with her mark,
my heart does bow to our history,
the date remains unknown
to consummate,
time tells no one,
we wait.
OMFG thank you from the bottom of my dark soul for this!!!!!!!
This is for ( Oblivionsparadox )
Your daddy is calling you.. Hun.
as the semen
dripped from his tongue
and
daddy was
keeping him sprung
he gets
a quick notion
to fuck
with the motion
he misses his mommies
embrace
a taste of
dis. figure
to go
with
the liquor
courage
he swallowed
with cum
his incestuous savior
and
daddies behavior
will cause him
to fuck
his own son..
Now daddy is calling you hun..
This is for ( Oblivionsparadox )
Your daddy is calling you.. Hun.
as the semen
dripped from his tongue
and
daddy was
keeping him sprung
he gets
a quick notion
to fuck
with the motion
he misses his mommies
embrace
a taste of
dis. figure
to go
with
the liquor
courage
he swallowed
with cum
his incestuous savior
and
daddies behavior
will cause him
to fuck
his own son..
Now daddy is calling you hun..
Who I Seem To Lust For;
A man who I've never seen,
or heard, or live anywhere
near.
A man who I spoke to for a
very short amount of time.
A man who knows how to be
bad in all the right ways,
and despite my nonchalance
I seem to be craving his
attention.
Blake, my friend, I seem
to be squirming in my place
as I read your poetry,
waiting for what you will
verbally fuck me with next.
It's so attractive.
This quiet and reserved woman
has come to ache in the most
naughty of ways.
A man who I've never seen,
or heard, or live anywhere
near.
A man who I spoke to for a
very short amount of time.
A man who knows how to be
bad in all the right ways,
and despite my nonchalance
I seem to be craving his
attention.
Blake, my friend, I seem
to be squirming in my place
as I read your poetry,
waiting for what you will
verbally fuck me with next.
It's so attractive.
This quiet and reserved woman
has come to ache in the most
naughty of ways.
Egoist said:Who I Seem To Lust For;
A man who I've never seen,
or heard, or live anywhere
near.
A man who I spoke to for a
very short amount of time.
A man who knows how to be
bad in all the right ways,
and despite my nonchalance
I seem to be craving his
attention.
Blake, my friend, I seem
to be squirming in my place
as I read your poetry,
waiting for what you will
verbally fuck me with next.
It's so attractive.
This quiet and reserved woman
has come to ache in the most
naughty of ways.
who is Blake.. Is Blake his user name here?
A man who I've never seen,
or heard, or live anywhere
near.
A man who I spoke to for a
very short amount of time.
A man who knows how to be
bad in all the right ways,
and despite my nonchalance
I seem to be craving his
attention.
Blake, my friend, I seem
to be squirming in my place
as I read your poetry,
waiting for what you will
verbally fuck me with next.
It's so attractive.
This quiet and reserved woman
has come to ache in the most
naughty of ways.
who is Blake.. Is Blake his user name here?
violet said:[quote-149443-Egoist]Who I Seem To Lust For;
A man who I've never seen,
or heard, or live anywhere
near.
A man who I spoke to for a
very short amount of time.
A man who knows how to be
bad in all the right ways,
and despite my nonchalance
I seem to be craving his
attention.
Blake, my friend, I seem
to be squirming in my place
as I read your poetry,
waiting for what you will
verbally fuck me with next.
It's so attractive.
This quiet and reserved woman
has come to ache in the most
naughty of ways.
who is Blake.. Is Blake his user name here?
[/quote]
Fucking gossip. :)
A man who I've never seen,
or heard, or live anywhere
near.
A man who I spoke to for a
very short amount of time.
A man who knows how to be
bad in all the right ways,
and despite my nonchalance
I seem to be craving his
attention.
Blake, my friend, I seem
to be squirming in my place
as I read your poetry,
waiting for what you will
verbally fuck me with next.
It's so attractive.
This quiet and reserved woman
has come to ache in the most
naughty of ways.
who is Blake.. Is Blake his user name here?
[/quote]
Fucking gossip. :)
Anonymous
This isn't going to be an "I love you"
or a twisted song of lust to you
(neither is it an "I want to lick you")
This is what I'll call an anti-love write.
A celebration of what's left of me
and the lonely parts I see in you.
When I first started writing,
(and there were some truly awful lines)
we never really spoke that much.
I'm not ashamed of those days.
It's still a job, and a saviour
in many unexpected ways.
The thing is, it's taken a long time
to wave goodbye to a muse,
who is still as perfect, and awful as always.
I'm slowly learning to let go of everything,
and everyday when I see your name
I learn a brand new lesson
in humility, in reason; hope
of something better,
a human kindness beyond my realm.
I'm not sure I've told you this before,
but I often pray that somewhere
in the irrelevance of distance
and the short fall of indifference
you know that you mean more to me
than any gratitude I care to breathe.
Simply because you're there,
and I am inspired
to be thankful.
Written for Mr.Alptraum
or a twisted song of lust to you
(neither is it an "I want to lick you")
This is what I'll call an anti-love write.
A celebration of what's left of me
and the lonely parts I see in you.
When I first started writing,
(and there were some truly awful lines)
we never really spoke that much.
I'm not ashamed of those days.
It's still a job, and a saviour
in many unexpected ways.
The thing is, it's taken a long time
to wave goodbye to a muse,
who is still as perfect, and awful as always.
I'm slowly learning to let go of everything,
and everyday when I see your name
I learn a brand new lesson
in humility, in reason; hope
of something better,
a human kindness beyond my realm.
I'm not sure I've told you this before,
but I often pray that somewhere
in the irrelevance of distance
and the short fall of indifference
you know that you mean more to me
than any gratitude I care to breathe.
Simply because you're there,
and I am inspired
to be thankful.
Written for Mr.Alptraum
Anonymous
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