Rise of the Metaphors

This award is awarded to the poem that retains harmony throughout the piece, is unique(not the average read), and utilizes a metaphor at least once in the poem.

No Collaborations.

The poem must be 250 words or less.

There's no genre restriction so write about whatever you like.

Submission Limit: 1

The poem can be new or old.

NO text lingo or ghetto use of words: U, dat, iz, 4U, luv, etc. Keep it professional in that department.

PLEASE MAKE SURE THAT YOUR POEM IS WITHIN THE RESTRICTIONS BEFORE YOU SUBMIT IT AND YOU FOLLOW ALL REGULATIONS STATED ABOVE. YOU WILL NOT BE ALLOWED A SECOND SUBMISSION.

May the best poem win and good luck.

Worth Every Minute




He nailed his arrogance
into her swollen pride
filling her need
on demand
clinging and plummeting
into the fire
daring to risk the burn
of satisfaction
short lived but worth
every melting minute


He tied himself
to her vulnerability
as she pushed against
his solid wall and fed
off of his strength
scaling his heights
so dizzying
as he delved deeper
into her cause
impaling her with
his knowledge


She licked each digit
that he wrote
upon her moist lips
and her mind swallowed
his ego in a hungry must
while he devoured her
celibacy with animalistic ease
she begged for him
to sacrifice her
on the alter of lust
and fill her with
every inch of his sin


He bent her to his will
and desecrated
her long held purity
but she was the one
that opened her door
and invited him in
always begging for more
as he satisfied
her hungry plea


157 word count.

Pearling The Dark

Black holds no womb- No
space to squeeze into- No
place to grow, be whole.

Some spheres can not see
their image; pilgrimages
to self-flagellating ebony.

But in what is born, she can be
found in the morns of shadow.
The alone of entrances, melanged

with absence of color. Often bereft
of what is left, she still
opens herself to white

this insemination
and her child grey is conceived
to pearl the dark.

Special Nights





On those special nights.      
He knows what I like,      
What makes me tick.      
My needs and desires      
What buttons to press.      
He dont just play me,      
He plays me out in his head,      
He see's my climax before me.      
I let him use me, I'm his.
     
He never lets me down,      
He keeps me on a high.      
I dress for me during the day      
I dress for him during the night.          
I take my time to prepare      
As he awaits my entrance,      
To candle lights soft flicker.      
I often make him wait      
That little bit longer,      
Thats my naughty streak..
     
His lady of the night,      
Sometimes the dirty slut I'm not      
To the passionate lover I am.      
He's never quick, A slow tempo,      
keeps me simmering on the edge.        
He hears my eager sighs    
And pulls me back in time.      
He reads the signs with care,      
And takes me home..slowly.  
   
Excited for my sexual release      
The fireworks about to start.    
He knows my body better than me.    
He makes me wait a little longer,      
He also has a naughty streak...      
He never lets me down,      
I never let him let up.
     
He makes me cry.      
This show of love I give unashamed.        
He makes sure my needs are met.      
His hard work is my reward      
He gives willingly everytime.      
He's patient, never demanding.      
Sometimes we cry out in unison,      
Both our hearts crying to one another,      
In harmonic creative sounds of love.      
Thats why they are special nights.

Bricks and mortar


Just north of Joytown
in the old village of What the fuck has happened here
the numb-skulls prepare for a build

funny little fellows
dashing about picking up the bricks
scattered around the place

poor bastards have been building the same wall
for thirty years now
knocking it down then building it up

you'd think they'd just move to a far away cave
or some isolated bomb shelter
where they could get on with being whatever it is
they want to be being
not hearing not seeing not feeling

Saw the first star bungle out
before the night was ready.
Alone on the sky, the cold bagel
then the others came
to burn the night in, and the first was gone.

I remember you wanted simple skies.
Arabian-red suns bleeding into your eyes,
that have become Scimitar sabre points,
pointing, wearily, to the west.

You said you weren't a killer, brother.
I wouldn't tell you any different
if it meant change. We are bangles, branded, but
you said you weren't a killer, brother.
I will not tell you any different.

Lonely is
The only friend
To bridge the great expanse
That pirouettes,
With each sunset -
So silent in her dance.


Lonely is
The latch that springs
Remote imaginings
From behind each tear
Where sits the fear
Of faint and fragile things.


Lonely is
The moment lost
For the want of one to share
An unexpected…
Now dejected
Sweet and warming air


Lonely is
The winter night
Where no star dares to shine;
No moon above;
No warmth, nor love:
No heart to en-twine.

Lonely is
The passing years
Of moments left unspent
Dreams from whence
Now recompense
A cheerless, soft lament.

Lonely is
The face that stares
Each time you see yourself
Through the cheers
Of that drunken haze
Where the toast was your own health


Lonely is
What I’ve become
Amidst this maddening crowd
I wear it like a death mask
My comic
Turin Shroud.

Lonely is
The little part
Of each and every one
That late at night
Thinks what the shite
Is this what life’s become.

Lonely is
Without regret
The toad upon your back
It will not cease
In war nor peace
‘Til your life it has ransacked

Lonely wont give a fuck
That your life’s at an end
For lonely is
What you’ve become
Your lover, foe and friend.

Lonely is
The only thing
That rocks you off to sleep
Each night you pray
You find your way
And lonely your soul to keep

Dont Fly Away~

Is this the End, that cold, dark stare?

Will this be my pain to bare?

I know your tired and you feel alone,

But Babe, I'm here and I Love You so.

 

I need you, like flowers need Rain.

I need to hear you speak my name.

I need your touch to feed my fire,

Without you I have no desire.

I couldnt live, I couldnt breathe,

I wouldnt care, your light I need.

 

You're Beautiful, more than this world.

My only light's inside you, Girl.

The world itself would fall with you,

And all it bares would wither, too.

 

I need you, like a fiend needs drugs,

Your smiles, your glares, your Hate, your Love.

I need you, I Love you, Dont fly away,

I'd surely die just from the pain.

I couldnt live, I wouldnt try,

I'd be so Empty deep inside.

 

Dont fly away and I promise I'll stay,

And somehow we'll make it to better days.

I Love You, I Need You, Dont Fly Away,

I'd surely die just from the pain.

I couldnt live, I wouldnt try,

I'd be so empty deep inside.

You crushed the heart I took too long
To surround with a brick wall
Again I failed to add the water
To the cement
Resulting in another wished event
That was made up of dreams
Dreams can be more willows
Than proper building materials.

You flicked the pepper in my eyes
The burn was much but could not hide
The nothingness inside
Too cold to be melted by misery
Icicles crushed beneath your boots
The shape they used to form
Useless.

Wear purple your majesty
No longer can you knight my heart
It's fragile to such insanity
Would you wear black
After you burned it on the stake
Announcing such hearts were only witch's
We both know life isn't a fairytale
And as I weep you're probably rejoicing
To the echoes of my sobs
Bouncing off the bedroom walls.

A herald rants he brings the news
The passing eyes just glance and snooze
He wonders why these minds don't ponder
As to ignore the truth he only wonders
This is the modern tale of insinuation
A recycled verse left to contemplation

A prophet dancing under weary stars
An era ends his words seem bizarre
And, the post-apocalypse survivors
Send cackles and a few lonely stivers
To recompense for his wasted breath
His false claims of impending death

A hermit dwelling on decrepit thought
Age grows vast and he is left with naught
But, corporeal decay and a slowing brain
The life he's led has been lived in vain
As his youth and glee seem so far away
And, no one will notice if he's gone today

A ghost stares back to an empty room
Where an end was made and he know looms
To writhe in regret what a nulling fate
A Perpetual sorrow he cannot abate
And,as stories come and legends grow
Our epilogues end - we will never know

Ordinary Joe:
The Fully-Posable Corporate Yes-man

A fear of success, always, far more than rejection
A star's born, bound to fall; doubt forward-direction
Start pouring the alcohol, ground-floor his ascension..
Hope you know his cul-de-sac, 'cause I relate to hate within
I sold my soul and stole it back, then I escaped the gates again
If this is Hell on Earth.. Talk of gated communities
Items that sell as birth, then walks and ages so beautifully
It's Ordinary Joe.. Sort of wary though
So he killed his social network status, 'mortuary flow'
With that little numeral symbol.. Keep the funeral simple
Like their dialogue.. Type a lie, and deny the fog
Hide your eyes at the sight of God
"I'd apply for that kind of job"; righteous guy..
Tight disguise of a spineless fraud
Perfect conservative worker-bee.. Not so fast..
Search the terms of our nursery regarding pertinent service fees
Quality guaranteed, built.. Anywhere but here..
Let me break anyway, live every day, in fear..
They say we're orchestrating evil, but corporations are people too
Coordinating sheeple, and fornicating as we would do
Weapons of mass consumption.. Lacking in substance
That, in conjunction with fact that corruption is vast and destructive
Passive.. Reluctant; lasting injustice; apocalypse?.. Imminent..
America is not synonymous with innocence
Mission accomplished anonymous citizens
We're ordering a latte.. Instead of revolution
And listening to "god-say", what better-said delusion?

Copyright © 2012 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project

          Your Death - My Death


Your sharp tongues sliced through my heart
Numbed my senses and paralyzed my body
They deafened my ears until they bleed
If tongues could kill, I would be dead by now...

I stared back at you with flaming eyes
They melted your tongues until they burned
Engulfed your whole body back to ashes
If eyes could kill, you would be dead by now...

The deafening silence that ensued was eerie
The moon that was watching us left in a hurry
Nothing moved not even our shadows
If silence could kill, we would be dead by now...

Death comes in many forms sometimes uninvited
Leaves a trail of woes and a rainful of tears
Only death for sure could kill us both
For your death is my death and nothing more...



EngrVV 2013

I want to kiss you
 
I crave to taste his tongue
miss the playful way
he sucks on my bottom lip
and how he moans
to the rhythm of our tongue dance
 
It's erotic enough to make me wet
and I can't help
but want more
of him
 
need more
 
of his seductive ways
they caress my inner goddess
without a single touch
from his hands
all he needs to do is look at my lips
and I feel that kiss
the sloppy wet
filled with passion
kiss we share
takes me to where I love to be
in your arms
with you kissing me
 
and I know our pain
has rode out a million miles
but strength never fades
 
watching the sun set alone
my spirit slowly dies
this heavy heart
filled with pang hurts
just because
I want to kiss you
every morning and every night
 
be there, so I can kiss you ..please
 
 
( thank you very much leppie bear xoxo)

A Hope Deferred

A new beginning…
Crispness.
Surrounding the skin like
the softest of cold sheets wrapped around the body.
Chimerical Laughter.
Boring through the bore,
      Excitement——E-l-e-c-t-r-i-c.
Eventually becoming expectant of
things to come,
A tempest of needs replacing
the simplicity of empty joy with
a STORM of seeds,
spilling out of the sky
Like tiny propellors
zigzagging lazily
a swarm cascades downwards
each twirling at a breakneck speed-
before long, barely landing,
into an assembly of
    Mercurial. Life.

Bursting open from their shells
like outstretched fingers
growing uncontrollably into
a tangled mesh, intertwining,
yet still fighting desperately
to break free, and receive
immediate attention for
the increasing desires of its desire-
Maturation,
into

A ball of jungle, circular,
Jumbled,
where canopies and roots are indistinguishable
it grows uncontrollably like a cancer,
further muddling the individual original beginnings
into ends of others,
snapping those who can’t continue to stretch
to make room for others
Evolution.

         
Stagnant chaos
mixed with
the dwindling space
   creates a
Claustrophobia.
The tightly wound emotions generating
Friction
igniting the passions and paranoias
of life being uncertain of its own survival.
One spark potentially beginning the
end in Flames…

Before the eventual combustion,
A deluge.
Flooding,
Unrelenting,
Unchanging,
Overwhelming all the life from within.

An old end-
Termination

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