Poetry competition CLOSED 6th February 2013 5:04am
WINNER
nikkimoe
nikkimoe
RUNNERS-UP:
sstruhar
and Anonymousss
Sad, Depressing, ect.
The ice whined
Under my foot
As I stepped
And my weight caused the ice
To strain and complain
Even though I was not too heavy
(Though I believe I was
And maybe the ice
And its struggle is proof)
Until creaks turned to pines
Turned to chips turned to cracks
And the ice gave up
And let me fall
And plunge
Foot first into the water
But I did not resurface
Not by my own lack of skill
But due to the ice covering up
The hole through which I fell
Binding the seams and merging
With no fault at all
(Although I guess its my fault
For I did know
That winter had come to an end
And ice does melt
In 30 degree weather)
Under my foot
As I stepped
And my weight caused the ice
To strain and complain
Even though I was not too heavy
(Though I believe I was
And maybe the ice
And its struggle is proof)
Until creaks turned to pines
Turned to chips turned to cracks
And the ice gave up
And let me fall
And plunge
Foot first into the water
But I did not resurface
Not by my own lack of skill
But due to the ice covering up
The hole through which I fell
Binding the seams and merging
With no fault at all
(Although I guess its my fault
For I did know
That winter had come to an end
And ice does melt
In 30 degree weather)
Anonymous
MY PARENTS SAW TOO MANY THINGS
My mother got pregnant
My father had to marry her
Because the abortion did not work
Then put in childcare
From day one
Nearly died by third month
Then raised by people
Crazed by war and abuse
Too old to be parents
For me they had only one use
Old age insurance
Who could blame them
Relatives dispersed
All over the world
Lonely all my life
No fun at all
We sit in mourning
For all who did fall
No circuses, no fun rides
No fancy dresses
No self-pride
Reserved
Repressed
On a leash
Keep phoning home
Parents go crazy
If I am one minute late
They see the death camps
They see the angel
With his dark wings
My parents saw
Too many things.
My mother got pregnant
My father had to marry her
Because the abortion did not work
Then put in childcare
From day one
Nearly died by third month
Then raised by people
Crazed by war and abuse
Too old to be parents
For me they had only one use
Old age insurance
Who could blame them
Relatives dispersed
All over the world
Lonely all my life
No fun at all
We sit in mourning
For all who did fall
No circuses, no fun rides
No fancy dresses
No self-pride
Reserved
Repressed
On a leash
Keep phoning home
Parents go crazy
If I am one minute late
They see the death camps
They see the angel
With his dark wings
My parents saw
Too many things.
You love that drug more than me .
Why won't you set me free.
You sneak and lie and hide away.
To spend time with that drug one more day.
This feeling that rises in side of me.
It's more painful than fire for me.
You lie and cheat for just one more sack.
I wish you get get this monkey off your back.
I give and I give and then give one more.
You take and you take till I am dead on the floor.
You say you want me. & our life .
I just don't know cuz your not my wife.
I wish you could see hurt in my eyes.
These days all I get are good lies .
You say I hurt you like no one else could.
I say your right , but no one else would.
They were letting you die right in front of there eyes.
I am not willing to stand by and listen to lies.
I will love you forever or haven't you heard.
I tell all who will listen , I keep my word.
I have forsaken all others till death due us part.
But if that's how this ends,
I will fall apart.
Why won't you set me free.
You sneak and lie and hide away.
To spend time with that drug one more day.
This feeling that rises in side of me.
It's more painful than fire for me.
You lie and cheat for just one more sack.
I wish you get get this monkey off your back.
I give and I give and then give one more.
You take and you take till I am dead on the floor.
You say you want me. & our life .
I just don't know cuz your not my wife.
I wish you could see hurt in my eyes.
These days all I get are good lies .
You say I hurt you like no one else could.
I say your right , but no one else would.
They were letting you die right in front of there eyes.
I am not willing to stand by and listen to lies.
I will love you forever or haven't you heard.
I tell all who will listen , I keep my word.
I have forsaken all others till death due us part.
But if that's how this ends,
I will fall apart.
This is for Laurie. A young girl who thought of me as her mother. She is no longer here with us on DUP and her loss is hard for me to deal with... though I will survive it.
- Requiem for a Lost Daughter -
I wish I could see all that you saw,
And travel to wherever you did go!
Be it into the midst of Hell’s maw,
Or: beyond the northernmost snow.
I miss your laughter; I miss your tears,
And I feel that much colder just now.
For you never told me all your fears,
And I never once did ask you how…
How it was you saw me in your eyes.
I loved you so much I cannot bear,
To think of you lonely: under the skies.
And a part of me will always care…
About the kind daughter I never had.
Your poems to me, they moved me,
And with you gone I feel horribly sad.
Oh lost daughter, what did you see?
I want to scream out to the very gods!
Why, why did you push her away?
As if they poked with hot iron prods,
Until they drove you from bright day…
Into some darkness I can never enter.
Even now, if I could save your soul,
I would, and bring you out of winter…
So that spring’s sun would then show,
That I loved you more than any other!
This requiem I sing for you, lost heart,
I was proud to be called your mother.
Your wept for me, you did your part,
And I think you loved me in a way…
So wherever you go or what you do:
My pride in you, it shall always stay!
Dear lost daughter, this I sing for you.
Be well, Laurie.
Walk in beauty!
- Requiem for a Lost Daughter -
I wish I could see all that you saw,
And travel to wherever you did go!
Be it into the midst of Hell’s maw,
Or: beyond the northernmost snow.
I miss your laughter; I miss your tears,
And I feel that much colder just now.
For you never told me all your fears,
And I never once did ask you how…
How it was you saw me in your eyes.
I loved you so much I cannot bear,
To think of you lonely: under the skies.
And a part of me will always care…
About the kind daughter I never had.
Your poems to me, they moved me,
And with you gone I feel horribly sad.
Oh lost daughter, what did you see?
I want to scream out to the very gods!
Why, why did you push her away?
As if they poked with hot iron prods,
Until they drove you from bright day…
Into some darkness I can never enter.
Even now, if I could save your soul,
I would, and bring you out of winter…
So that spring’s sun would then show,
That I loved you more than any other!
This requiem I sing for you, lost heart,
I was proud to be called your mother.
Your wept for me, you did your part,
And I think you loved me in a way…
So wherever you go or what you do:
My pride in you, it shall always stay!
Dear lost daughter, this I sing for you.
Be well, Laurie.
Walk in beauty!
- Witch Queen -
Based on some of my past-life memories…
Let me tell you a tale of another age,
When wicked giants filled with rage…
Met the steel of knights of noble birth!
I was a queen of much honored worth,
My gowns of red silk, my hair black…
And of feminine charms, I did not lack.
No king had I, my throne was lonely…
Though many sought passion’s honey,
In my bed, and many lovers were mine.
Some called me harlot in that past time!
But I was seeking love, my soul pining,
Whilst on lust my flesh was so dining…
My cup sipped oft by princely tongues.
I had many daughters and many sons,
Each one called a bastard or a bitch…
By my enemies who called me: witch.
Nobles schemed to remove my power,
But a witch’s will must have its’ hour…
And each noble who did wickedly plot:
Was brought low, my hot enmity begot.
Their skulls were sat before my seat…
And I crushed them, beneath my feet!
They called me whore, called me fiend,
Now where were they all, to be seen?
My knights found every traitorous cad,
And soon they said the queen was mad.
Once joyful dances in the opulent halls,
Made glad all within my castle’s walls…
When did screaming replace laughter?
My children wept, their lives a disaster.
All I wanted was to protect them true,
And to find love before life was through.
Now I was hated, despised and feared,
And my lovers were not filled with fear.
So I slept alone, and wept in the night,
Whilst my gardens became but a blight!
All around me, my kingdom was falling,
Whilst beyond, I heard a voice calling…
And so one day I rode out of the gate.
I left behind my kingdom fallen to hate,
For someone waited for me in a tower.
In the mountains, both grim and dour…
Which the people I had ruled besieged,
To take me back from where I did flee.
I had found my soul mate, another maid,
And for my time with her, I then paid…
For they made me watch her execution!
I wept rivers wet with blood’s pollution.
They then called me degenerate, base…
Spat on me, tore at my clothes and face.
I was violated, tortured, and dragged…
Before my enemies who then bragged,
How they took my lands in my absence.
Gone were: my gardens’ rosy fragrance,
The flowerbeds were covered in blood.
I cried for them, my tears made a flood,
Upon the floor where my children lay…
Each one slain cruelly: in the light of day.
How did this rebellion come to even be?
My knights were disloyal, betrayed me.
Each one took his turn in my shaming…
Then I was manacled to a stake, flaming.
Mercifully, a sword pierced my breast,
Saving me from burning alive, at best…
And so the witch queen’s reign ended.
I and my children died, our land bent…
As, the flames consumed us, hell-sent.
I would return, to search for love anew,
But that memory was too awful to undo.
It haunts me sometimes when I feel hurt,
And in those moments I long for comfort.
Based on some of my past-life memories…
Let me tell you a tale of another age,
When wicked giants filled with rage…
Met the steel of knights of noble birth!
I was a queen of much honored worth,
My gowns of red silk, my hair black…
And of feminine charms, I did not lack.
No king had I, my throne was lonely…
Though many sought passion’s honey,
In my bed, and many lovers were mine.
Some called me harlot in that past time!
But I was seeking love, my soul pining,
Whilst on lust my flesh was so dining…
My cup sipped oft by princely tongues.
I had many daughters and many sons,
Each one called a bastard or a bitch…
By my enemies who called me: witch.
Nobles schemed to remove my power,
But a witch’s will must have its’ hour…
And each noble who did wickedly plot:
Was brought low, my hot enmity begot.
Their skulls were sat before my seat…
And I crushed them, beneath my feet!
They called me whore, called me fiend,
Now where were they all, to be seen?
My knights found every traitorous cad,
And soon they said the queen was mad.
Once joyful dances in the opulent halls,
Made glad all within my castle’s walls…
When did screaming replace laughter?
My children wept, their lives a disaster.
All I wanted was to protect them true,
And to find love before life was through.
Now I was hated, despised and feared,
And my lovers were not filled with fear.
So I slept alone, and wept in the night,
Whilst my gardens became but a blight!
All around me, my kingdom was falling,
Whilst beyond, I heard a voice calling…
And so one day I rode out of the gate.
I left behind my kingdom fallen to hate,
For someone waited for me in a tower.
In the mountains, both grim and dour…
Which the people I had ruled besieged,
To take me back from where I did flee.
I had found my soul mate, another maid,
And for my time with her, I then paid…
For they made me watch her execution!
I wept rivers wet with blood’s pollution.
They then called me degenerate, base…
Spat on me, tore at my clothes and face.
I was violated, tortured, and dragged…
Before my enemies who then bragged,
How they took my lands in my absence.
Gone were: my gardens’ rosy fragrance,
The flowerbeds were covered in blood.
I cried for them, my tears made a flood,
Upon the floor where my children lay…
Each one slain cruelly: in the light of day.
How did this rebellion come to even be?
My knights were disloyal, betrayed me.
Each one took his turn in my shaming…
Then I was manacled to a stake, flaming.
Mercifully, a sword pierced my breast,
Saving me from burning alive, at best…
And so the witch queen’s reign ended.
I and my children died, our land bent…
As, the flames consumed us, hell-sent.
I would return, to search for love anew,
But that memory was too awful to undo.
It haunts me sometimes when I feel hurt,
And in those moments I long for comfort.
