Poetry competition CLOSED 7th March 2013 8:56am
WINNER
AscensionES (Aptilneilrionaltion)
AscensionES (Aptilneilrionaltion)
Rebirth
Poetry Contest Description
"There are two perfectly good men, one dead, and the other unborn. " - Proverb
Write a poem on the quote above, about how death changes our perception of a person, essentially giving them a glorified life they may never have had. We can often forgive more sins and flaws when a person is dead than when they are alive. Explore the concepts of death, loss, and rebirth through memory (fictional or true) in poetic form.
Rules
One poem per person
No porn, erotica, or senseless violence
Two weeks
have fun!
Rules
One poem per person
No porn, erotica, or senseless violence
Two weeks
have fun! 
Anonymous
REBIRTH
We are born a tabula rasa
Totally dependent for years
Often never remember
The years of our formation
The good or bad influences
Often forgotten in self-preservation
As we give birth to ourselves
In each minute act
Irrelevant alone
Cumulatively splendid or deplorable
We create the Frankenstein
Then we progress in life
Irritating many, loving few
Doing the “right” things
In broken ways
We litter the lane behind us
With broken hearts, spare parts
People who just hate us
People who have tried to save us
Finally we die and need to be laid to rest
Leaving behind mourning, a request
I have messed up my life, as if I were dead
Please write a eulogy that says
Her life was worth it, despite all that mess.
We are born a tabula rasa
Totally dependent for years
Often never remember
The years of our formation
The good or bad influences
Often forgotten in self-preservation
As we give birth to ourselves
In each minute act
Irrelevant alone
Cumulatively splendid or deplorable
We create the Frankenstein
Then we progress in life
Irritating many, loving few
Doing the “right” things
In broken ways
We litter the lane behind us
With broken hearts, spare parts
People who just hate us
People who have tried to save us
Finally we die and need to be laid to rest
Leaving behind mourning, a request
I have messed up my life, as if I were dead
Please write a eulogy that says
Her life was worth it, despite all that mess.
Anonymous
Thank you Miss Indie for making this competition.
Competitions help me get over writers block
and help me evolve as I try to write different types of poetry.
Competitions help me get over writers block
and help me evolve as I try to write different types of poetry.
My footstool cremated memory less voices,
parading Horus against non existent winds,
I Once scourged failures
transmitted among apocalyptic defects
her flesh was weakened by a
blood alluring cemetery.
Losing chaotic heaven serpents
whose vermin brought
gun fettering night-dreams
into sordid romantic creations.
"I remember you beyond murderous exploits"
Awakening her sunniest shine
evil reality stop pestering my eyes
Wrapped around two legged hallucinations,
devilish reality stop glimpsing this pain.
My gravity adherent bishop strangled sins aside,
bloody stains exploded,
elegantly eroding against her grave.
parading Horus against non existent winds,
I Once scourged failures
transmitted among apocalyptic defects
her flesh was weakened by a
blood alluring cemetery.
Losing chaotic heaven serpents
whose vermin brought
gun fettering night-dreams
into sordid romantic creations.
"I remember you beyond murderous exploits"
Awakening her sunniest shine
evil reality stop pestering my eyes
Wrapped around two legged hallucinations,
devilish reality stop glimpsing this pain.
My gravity adherent bishop strangled sins aside,
bloody stains exploded,
elegantly eroding against her grave.
Only i Can Kill Me
"I'd give you one reason to live", said I.
But wouldn't that be a lie?
I don't appreciate you during the burst of the relentless sungod, during darkest time.
I don't appreciate your totem face of fidel elemental encryption
and your Poseidon fins
"You wouldn't understand the art of this dimension".
[b]Reunion[/b]
Flitting glances across moonlit meadows
Deep in the woods where phantoms gathers
Figures ghostly enact their wooing dance
Slow and sensuous the move of spectres
Eyes meet in salubrious desire,
Washed by death their lusts are gone
Yet deep within the memories flare
Within huskless bodies they still yearn
To be together again
To be whole, to be the man
That’s desired…
There her dreams revolve for him
to be born again to live to share
to love to dare to breathe again
The passage narrows for the soul
To pass through to be part of life
awaits in restless anticipation
pacing the tunnel walls of passage
To live anew, to start again
To write neat lines on white sheets
Calligraphy of life
With the past wiped clean
The new starts afresh
With the past gone down
The new reaches up
With the past shell dead
The new springs to life
Down the corridor a new born cry
The baby opens his eyes
To gaze into hers
Such love exchanged
Mother and Child.
Flitting glances across moonlit meadows
Deep in the woods where phantoms gathers
Figures ghostly enact their wooing dance
Slow and sensuous the move of spectres
Eyes meet in salubrious desire,
Washed by death their lusts are gone
Yet deep within the memories flare
Within huskless bodies they still yearn
To be together again
To be whole, to be the man
That’s desired…
There her dreams revolve for him
to be born again to live to share
to love to dare to breathe again
The passage narrows for the soul
To pass through to be part of life
awaits in restless anticipation
pacing the tunnel walls of passage
To live anew, to start again
To write neat lines on white sheets
Calligraphy of life
With the past wiped clean
The new starts afresh
With the past gone down
The new reaches up
With the past shell dead
The new springs to life
Down the corridor a new born cry
The baby opens his eyes
To gaze into hers
Such love exchanged
Mother and Child.
Idolized and Vilified
Blood of the Mother's side.
Grandfather to I,
father of my Aunty.
Held in a high regard
for being a
pedophiliac
incestuous fuck.
His deep, dirty secret
and my Auntie's greatest pain.
Such betrayal
and sickening deeds,
he was not a good man.
He never fucking was
don't you go and tell me
what he supposedly done.
Death eventually met him
at the age of 83.
Died of cancer
as painful as could be.
Death wasn't pleasent
that's some justice right there
for my stoic of an Auntie.
She felt sickened at his funeral speech.
All of these people
honouring a man
that deserved a thousand deaths
for a pedophile.
And a Rape
he commited,
that we have glorified.
Unknowningly mourning a monster.
Blood of the Mother's side.
Grandfather to I,
father of my Aunty.
Held in a high regard
for being a
pedophiliac
incestuous fuck.
His deep, dirty secret
and my Auntie's greatest pain.
Such betrayal
and sickening deeds,
he was not a good man.
He never fucking was
don't you go and tell me
what he supposedly done.
Death eventually met him
at the age of 83.
Died of cancer
as painful as could be.
Death wasn't pleasent
that's some justice right there
for my stoic of an Auntie.
She felt sickened at his funeral speech.
All of these people
honouring a man
that deserved a thousand deaths
for a pedophile.
And a Rape
he commited,
that we have glorified.
Unknowningly mourning a monster.
