Poetry competition CLOSED 18th February 2013 8:26pm
WINNER
NimmieAmee
NimmieAmee
RUNNER-UP:
Mourningcloak
Obsession with Rhyme
Before I sleep
My eyes are drifting closed
in remembrance of your smile,
my hands wandering downwards
there to stay awhile.
My mind is lingering on
your sweet, enticing lips,
my fingers slowly slipping
inside, tip by tip.
My imagination is conjuring
a lustful look onto your face,
my fingers at their task,
picking up the pace.
My skin is flushing pleasurably
at your phantom touch,
my body starts to quiver;
I can only take so much.
My breath is panting short and shallow,
nerve endings start to hum,
I whisper your name to myself,
and. I'm. About. T-to...
(In extended Limerick form)
There once was a poet named Poetryman
He was such a hunk of a man
Who started a poem competition
Something about earth's destruction
Lost everything, including his woman
The scientists missed their predictions
Because the earth was in collision
Chaos was everywhere
My lady was nowhere
Dark clouds blurred my vision
The earth rumbled and tumbled
I was disoriented and troubled
Total darkness shrouded my being
Modern gadgets useless for seeing
Got knocked down and humbled
When I woke up I was in a cold maze
I'm surprised to see a familiar face
Coming around the bend was Poetryman
With all the foxy ladies in a white van
Ready to reproduce a new breed of race
We need your expertise poetic engineer
Rebuilding can't be accomplished by a seer
The earth as you see, is still intact
Regardless of the huge impact
Come with us, my dominion is near
Thank you my friend for your invitation
I thought I was in total abomination
Who could refuse such gestures
When all I could see are sexy figures
Nice prelude to sexual culmination
a poet never knows it
phoebe, write your poetry
and then when you're grown
they'll leave you alone
it's such a terrible crime
you're next to nothing
till you die, till you die
some men never make it
some men make it to the top
still a poet never knows it
no, not until he drops
you can hang in there, mama
write your soothing songs
rock-n-roll to your music
till the music's gone
when it's all over
then you're on, then you're on
phoebe, write your poetry
and then when you're gone
they'll acknowledge you
they always do
it's still a shame just the same
honey, they just never do
acknowledge you
till you die, till you die
phoebe, write your poetry
and then when you're grown
they'll leave you alone
it's such a terrible crime
you're next to nothing
till you die, till you die
some men never make it
some men make it to the top
still a poet never knows it
no, not until he drops
you can hang in there, mama
write your soothing songs
rock-n-roll to your music
till the music's gone
when it's all over
then you're on, then you're on
phoebe, write your poetry
and then when you're gone
they'll acknowledge you
they always do
it's still a shame just the same
honey, they just never do
acknowledge you
till you die, till you die
A Sinner's Plea
Sing me a lullaby to make me sleep
A song that makes me sink so deep
Into the land that deep dark realm
where sinners and innocents dream
The soothing song that induces slumber
will make me forget my waking blunder
of sinning against my fellow man
To claim, to need what is not mine
The sins abound in my darkened soul
I lied, I killed, I plunder, I stole
Every single things that I could reach
as long as they made me filthy rich
So now this final lullaby
sing it right and sing it high
Hold that knife strong and hard
and plunge it into my evil heart.
Sing me a lullaby to make me sleep
A song that makes me sink so deep
Into the land that deep dark realm
where sinners and innocents dream
The soothing song that induces slumber
will make me forget my waking blunder
of sinning against my fellow man
To claim, to need what is not mine
The sins abound in my darkened soul
I lied, I killed, I plunder, I stole
Every single things that I could reach
as long as they made me filthy rich
So now this final lullaby
sing it right and sing it high
Hold that knife strong and hard
and plunge it into my evil heart.
listen, I have intentions
to takeover
issue du a makeover
botox
all eyes on me, widescreen
magnavox
a grammar feen, I'm King
royalty, kiss the ring
loyalty
to literature, stat dropper
spit at you floppers
diaherretic flow, anesthetic
when i blow
call the medic, yeah i said it
the industry is pathetic
yeah i came to set it
though underrated, still dedicated
kill the game
premeditated charges
your style is lethargic
I'm versatile, can speak in science
get in compliance
so du check it
I'm live and effective
my goal and objective
go cold and wreck it
allow me to dance
raise the auto tune
repect to du
I'll come again soon
Ink On The Page~
When I was just fourteen I found comfort in a Pen,
A feeling I had felt before but cant remember when.
It took the world away in just a moments time,
And confined all my pain inside a clutter of dull rhymes.
Suddenly my mind was free to wander through it's pits,
Finding Dreams, killing Thoughts, While ink would drown the bullshit.
I found these two conflicting beasts growing every day,
Contradicting everything that I would do and say.
Thats why all these things I write contain both joy and pain,
Cause everything is bitter-sweet when thoughts fight for their fame.
But though I contradict myself I write my life away,
Hoping that a soul like mine can relate to what I portray.
For seven years I've piled pages after pages,
Confining unfelt love and violence inside seperate cages.
Through these years the ink wont fade as I do with each day,
Long after I'm gone that ink will still show what I couldn't say.
I found the fountain of youth inside a ball-point pen,
I'll have but to read my poems and, surely, I'll be young again.
This pen keeps me from losing sight of things that I once knew,
Keeps those mem'ries in the light and safe from fading, too.
In a way this pen has kept me sane, through sunshine and rain,
But as it takes the built up pain an emptiness remains.
Hollow holes inside my Mind, Hollow vessels in my Heart,
Emptiness that fucks me up and rips my soul apart.
But still, this Pen is all I have to show just how I feel,
The ink on the page is all that proves my life was real.
Sometimes the ink shows Good Times, sometimes it shows Bad,
But now I realize they were the best I could have had.
Now I'm twenty-one and, still, this Pen is my best friend,
Helping me to heal these wounds that just wont seem to mend.
Still it writes my love away and tells of my self-hate,
Still it helps to pass the day and help me dissipate.
So if you feel like you are lost and do not know yourself,
Let a pen cry for you, friend, I promise it will help.
When I was just fourteen I found comfort in a Pen,
A feeling I had felt before but cant remember when.
It took the world away in just a moments time,
And confined all my pain inside a clutter of dull rhymes.
Suddenly my mind was free to wander through it's pits,
Finding Dreams, killing Thoughts, While ink would drown the bullshit.
I found these two conflicting beasts growing every day,
Contradicting everything that I would do and say.
Thats why all these things I write contain both joy and pain,
Cause everything is bitter-sweet when thoughts fight for their fame.
But though I contradict myself I write my life away,
Hoping that a soul like mine can relate to what I portray.
For seven years I've piled pages after pages,
Confining unfelt love and violence inside seperate cages.
Through these years the ink wont fade as I do with each day,
Long after I'm gone that ink will still show what I couldn't say.
I found the fountain of youth inside a ball-point pen,
I'll have but to read my poems and, surely, I'll be young again.
This pen keeps me from losing sight of things that I once knew,
Keeps those mem'ries in the light and safe from fading, too.
In a way this pen has kept me sane, through sunshine and rain,
But as it takes the built up pain an emptiness remains.
Hollow holes inside my Mind, Hollow vessels in my Heart,
Emptiness that fucks me up and rips my soul apart.
But still, this Pen is all I have to show just how I feel,
The ink on the page is all that proves my life was real.
Sometimes the ink shows Good Times, sometimes it shows Bad,
But now I realize they were the best I could have had.
Now I'm twenty-one and, still, this Pen is my best friend,
Helping me to heal these wounds that just wont seem to mend.
Still it writes my love away and tells of my self-hate,
Still it helps to pass the day and help me dissipate.
So if you feel like you are lost and do not know yourself,
Let a pen cry for you, friend, I promise it will help.
Anonymous
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Nectar of Desires
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You’re just starting to bloom with nipples
crunchy and pink as freshly-picked apples
My naughty eyes stare at you like x-ray vision
scouring your whole figure as if in a mission
Your innocent looks and long flowing hair
kiss my mornings a breath of fresh air
While your sweet and alluring smile
makes my heart jumps farther than a mile
I was just wondering if you still remember
on that early cold morning of September
I adorned your hair with a violet flower
as you came out dripping from the shower
I embraced you from behind to keep you warm
then picked up more flowers from your farm
“Suck the nectar of my desires,” said I
Hesitant you folowed, wondering why
We didn’t know then that was a prelude
to a love eternal our spirits must exude
Now that we’re back in each other’s arms
I’ll be forever locked up in your charms…
http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm258/Claudiu_2008/31%20Claudiu/violet_color4.jpg
(Photo credit: claudio@photobucket.com)
You’re just starting to bloom with nipples
crunchy and pink as freshly-picked apples
My naughty eyes stare at you like x-ray vision
scouring your whole figure as if in a mission
Your innocent looks and long flowing hair
kiss my mornings a breath of fresh air
While your sweet and alluring smile
makes my heart jumps farther than a mile
I was just wondering if you still remember
on that early cold morning of September
I adorned your hair with a violet flower
as you came out dripping from the shower
I embraced you from behind to keep you warm
then picked up more flowers from your farm
“Suck the nectar of my desires,” said I
Hesitant you folowed, wondering why
We didn’t know then that was a prelude
to a love eternal our spirits must exude
Now that we’re back in each other’s arms
I’ll be forever locked up in your charms…
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Shiver
By
Chaos_Collector
Lying in the bed of faith,
you pulled away my sheet of hope sinisterly
Haunting me like a wraith,
do you take pleasure in my blistering?
No? But of course you do.
You’re happy as my bloody heart quivers.
Honey, you took my only cover of hope, as you
watched me shiver
I’m talking to you, so that you fall asleep peacefully.
Take what we have and walk this planet blissfully.
Sweetie, if you wish, I’ll soothe your heart till it beats easefully.
But can you see void yearning
to devour my heart viciously?
This smile you’re seeing
was summoned pretentiously
Lying on glaciers of misery,
pulling away my sheet of hope as you whisper
“I’m sorry,”
but this apology can’t sooth the pain of my grave blisters
How much more can this freezing heart take,
before it’s beyond aid of a savior?
My frostbit hands levitate
above dying flames of faith as I shiver.
You were my optometrist
Your glasses helped me see beyond the world’s monochromatic semblance.
Your truth’s icy wind blew off spectacles,
as I saw the truth behind my misconception.
I’m back to a homochromatic world of icicles.
Wondering, is this eternal deception?
I’m fighting to keep this heart beating, but I can’t stop its mourning
Alone with my thoughts in bed, I can’t fall asleep, constantly snuggling
This soul is malnourished, as sorrow’s snow continues pouring
This spirit is lacking vitamin happiness, can you sense me struggling?
Washed up on a shore of void,
I’m soaking wet in chills, as I meander.
My brink is crippling its quality, avoid.
I can’t stand the pain of these blisters.
How much longer can I go on
before I experience heart failure?
Hoping that everything isn’t gone.
Wondering if there’s something left to hope for, as I shiver…
By
Chaos_Collector
Lying in the bed of faith,
you pulled away my sheet of hope sinisterly
Haunting me like a wraith,
do you take pleasure in my blistering?
No? But of course you do.
You’re happy as my bloody heart quivers.
Honey, you took my only cover of hope, as you
watched me shiver
I’m talking to you, so that you fall asleep peacefully.
Take what we have and walk this planet blissfully.
Sweetie, if you wish, I’ll soothe your heart till it beats easefully.
But can you see void yearning
to devour my heart viciously?
This smile you’re seeing
was summoned pretentiously
Lying on glaciers of misery,
pulling away my sheet of hope as you whisper
“I’m sorry,”
but this apology can’t sooth the pain of my grave blisters
How much more can this freezing heart take,
before it’s beyond aid of a savior?
My frostbit hands levitate
above dying flames of faith as I shiver.
You were my optometrist
Your glasses helped me see beyond the world’s monochromatic semblance.
Your truth’s icy wind blew off spectacles,
as I saw the truth behind my misconception.
I’m back to a homochromatic world of icicles.
Wondering, is this eternal deception?
I’m fighting to keep this heart beating, but I can’t stop its mourning
Alone with my thoughts in bed, I can’t fall asleep, constantly snuggling
This soul is malnourished, as sorrow’s snow continues pouring
This spirit is lacking vitamin happiness, can you sense me struggling?
Washed up on a shore of void,
I’m soaking wet in chills, as I meander.
My brink is crippling its quality, avoid.
I can’t stand the pain of these blisters.
How much longer can I go on
before I experience heart failure?
Hoping that everything isn’t gone.
Wondering if there’s something left to hope for, as I shiver…
Tracing the Forest Domicile
Tracing the forest domicile
away from a shadowy civilization.
A dark toiling earth,
bereft nobility and worth,
amend self-gratification.
Searing plains of adversity,
walls, ignorant, situate torn minds, once blissful.
Promise to appease,
a heavy avalanche of knees.
Thoughts in action turn choice deedful.
Yet still recede I to a cavernous mind,
meandering tunnels through questions too deep,
for beneath the surface, emptiness will seep.
Light shatters darkened forms to keep thee entwined.
Homely burrow, in a safe place.
A perfect sphere, a shell, awake. With perfect flaws,
unto fear unknown,
seeds hopefully sown;
ones dually fraught personal cause.
Tracing the forest domicile
away from a shadowy civilization.
A dark toiling earth,
bereft nobility and worth,
amend self-gratification.
Searing plains of adversity,
walls, ignorant, situate torn minds, once blissful.
Promise to appease,
a heavy avalanche of knees.
Thoughts in action turn choice deedful.
Yet still recede I to a cavernous mind,
meandering tunnels through questions too deep,
for beneath the surface, emptiness will seep.
Light shatters darkened forms to keep thee entwined.
Homely burrow, in a safe place.
A perfect sphere, a shell, awake. With perfect flaws,
unto fear unknown,
seeds hopefully sown;
ones dually fraught personal cause.
Unknown (But Is That A Reason?)~
Running through a trail of smoke,
Following the train of words that i spoke.
And i choke,
On the hateful words that once were my cloak.
I wonder if they ever wounded someones heart,
If they were ever the blade that tore one apart.
I wonder if those hearts could ever forgive me,
For being so thoughtless and too blind to see,
We are all just one heart beating the same harmony,
Our souls arent so different, would you not agree?
Its Them,
Those hateful souls that before us condemn,
The hearts & souls of those women and men,
To a lifetime of hate and a memory of when.
When they first witnessed hate at such a young age,
When suddenly life wasnt more than a cage.
And its rage,
That builds up inside them until they finally engage,
In an act of violence towards these people that wage
War, between different and different on tragedies stage.
They're out of their mind,
Not knowing an eye for an eye leaves the world going blind.
Confined,
In a little dark room in their mind where they hide,
Plotting the destruction of the men that denied,
Their every hope, their every dream,
Their every attempt to regain self-esteem.
But I see,
If there's even a touch of peace inside me,
Then its true to another to even the smallest degree.
Lets all agree,
That we only hate what we don't understand,
And that difference keeps us from lending a hand.
But why hate another for being a different brand?
If we all were the same how could our minds expand?
Lets embrace all our difference and learn from each other,
We cant smother a person for being their own,
For being a flower on which a different color is shown.
Unknown,
True to the likes of me and you,
Now,
Is that any reason for you to try and subdue?
Running through a trail of smoke,
Following the train of words that i spoke.
And i choke,
On the hateful words that once were my cloak.
I wonder if they ever wounded someones heart,
If they were ever the blade that tore one apart.
I wonder if those hearts could ever forgive me,
For being so thoughtless and too blind to see,
We are all just one heart beating the same harmony,
Our souls arent so different, would you not agree?
Its Them,
Those hateful souls that before us condemn,
The hearts & souls of those women and men,
To a lifetime of hate and a memory of when.
When they first witnessed hate at such a young age,
When suddenly life wasnt more than a cage.
And its rage,
That builds up inside them until they finally engage,
In an act of violence towards these people that wage
War, between different and different on tragedies stage.
They're out of their mind,
Not knowing an eye for an eye leaves the world going blind.
Confined,
In a little dark room in their mind where they hide,
Plotting the destruction of the men that denied,
Their every hope, their every dream,
Their every attempt to regain self-esteem.
But I see,
If there's even a touch of peace inside me,
Then its true to another to even the smallest degree.
Lets all agree,
That we only hate what we don't understand,
And that difference keeps us from lending a hand.
But why hate another for being a different brand?
If we all were the same how could our minds expand?
Lets embrace all our difference and learn from each other,
We cant smother a person for being their own,
For being a flower on which a different color is shown.
Unknown,
True to the likes of me and you,
Now,
Is that any reason for you to try and subdue?
exploring
begging for a senseful win
we offer everything and wait
but much too late
and we've been
expecting our getting worse
no rehearse,
that is the curse
of our too well hidden fate
sleeping to forget the dream
we won't remember anything
but pull the sting -
well, it seems
there's still the better way to choose
no excuse,
we all did lose
the time that only hope can bring
once we found we were stranded here
stumbling through a spooky sphere
strangely changing, growing weird
leaving even all the best ideas
behind
hoping that there is some hope
that could stand against our fears
and all the years
down the slope
that we implored so soon to rise
but it denies
and frightened eyes
cannot guess what seemed so clear
turning away - the world won't stop
and history is a part of us
but present fuss
will blow up
the concepts of our fathers' minds
no rewind,
we cannot find
'cause there's no sense in our must
seems every reason's caused by dust
but even now these dreams don't rust
'cause meaning is the wildest lust
since we woke up by looking just
behind
begging for a senseful win
we offer everything and wait
but much too late
and we've been
expecting our getting worse
no rehearse,
that is the curse
of our too well hidden fate
sleeping to forget the dream
we won't remember anything
but pull the sting -
well, it seems
there's still the better way to choose
no excuse,
we all did lose
the time that only hope can bring
once we found we were stranded here
stumbling through a spooky sphere
strangely changing, growing weird
leaving even all the best ideas
behind
hoping that there is some hope
that could stand against our fears
and all the years
down the slope
that we implored so soon to rise
but it denies
and frightened eyes
cannot guess what seemed so clear
turning away - the world won't stop
and history is a part of us
but present fuss
will blow up
the concepts of our fathers' minds
no rewind,
we cannot find
'cause there's no sense in our must
seems every reason's caused by dust
but even now these dreams don't rust
'cause meaning is the wildest lust
since we woke up by looking just
behind
This Deaf Dancer
Where do I go from here
how do I rid your fear
I answer
but nothing's clear
this deaf dancer
through the floor
can hear .
I feel every minute
all the seconds
that tick in it
just remember
I'm real
and from no one I steal
if it rolls I'm the wheel
and if nobody get's it
well I do
your magnetic
telecanetic
delectably , hectic
a comprehendable , sceptic
understandable , unhandable
loving , apathetic
I drive myself mad here
going round
mental hemispheres
I know I'm not perfect
kind of glass or a perspex
breakable , flexible
clarity you just can't see
together we are sailing free
untethered , jocularity
heavy feathers are not
you and me
simply because
they just can't be
we endeavour in hilarity .
I pedalled a wipe out
in the street
a dogfight , invite
dinner nightmare
I wore white
the wrong thing to wear
what a night to frighten
the unscared
Horsefly bites
and wine we did share
outdoor delights
of drunken impaired
driving on the right
and you cut my hair
so I thought if I might
recall times
that we shared .
So in all the long
don't get me wrong
I hold your flame and I sing your song
as I sit here
you've nothing at all to fear
don't ever
not remember
this deaf dancer
through the floor
can hear .
Where do I go from here
how do I rid your fear
I answer
but nothing's clear
this deaf dancer
through the floor
can hear .
I feel every minute
all the seconds
that tick in it
just remember
I'm real
and from no one I steal
if it rolls I'm the wheel
and if nobody get's it
well I do
your magnetic
telecanetic
delectably , hectic
a comprehendable , sceptic
understandable , unhandable
loving , apathetic
I drive myself mad here
going round
mental hemispheres
I know I'm not perfect
kind of glass or a perspex
breakable , flexible
clarity you just can't see
together we are sailing free
untethered , jocularity
heavy feathers are not
you and me
simply because
they just can't be
we endeavour in hilarity .
I pedalled a wipe out
in the street
a dogfight , invite
dinner nightmare
I wore white
the wrong thing to wear
what a night to frighten
the unscared
Horsefly bites
and wine we did share
outdoor delights
of drunken impaired
driving on the right
and you cut my hair
so I thought if I might
recall times
that we shared .
So in all the long
don't get me wrong
I hold your flame and I sing your song
as I sit here
you've nothing at all to fear
don't ever
not remember
this deaf dancer
through the floor
can hear .
