Poetry competition CLOSED 9th March 2013 8:12am
WINNER
Scribbler12
Scribbler12
RUNNERS-UP:
Devilish
and AscensionES
Reckless writing
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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Can you see the veil?
Bleed for submission
He makes it all better
The screaming, it's a memory
All because of leather boots
On legs that wear them wrong
Universal gender bender
Who's to say what's right
Not a criminal of beauty
Who gets embellished for snakes
I'm to sober for this shit
And I'm thirsting for venom
All so I can be sick
For a man of grandeur taste
That's what makes a lady
But I'm only as elegant as the filth on my knees
Kneeling in bleach, porcelain white
Goddamnit I'm just so clean
Bathing in this mess he calls pretty
Can you see the veil?
How sexy am I now?
How fucking sexy am I now?!
Bleed for submission
He makes it all better
The screaming, it's a memory
All because of leather boots
On legs that wear them wrong
Universal gender bender
Who's to say what's right
Not a criminal of beauty
Who gets embellished for snakes
I'm to sober for this shit
And I'm thirsting for venom
All so I can be sick
For a man of grandeur taste
That's what makes a lady
But I'm only as elegant as the filth on my knees
Kneeling in bleach, porcelain white
Goddamnit I'm just so clean
Bathing in this mess he calls pretty
Can you see the veil?
How sexy am I now?
How fucking sexy am I now?!
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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Anonymous
2nd entry- thank you.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/72103-you-you-you/
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/72103-you-you-you/
Anonymous
DANGEROUS LIASONS
(Les liaisons Dangereuses - French)
She lives for her dangerous liasons
She goes from bad boy to dangerous man
The devil must be whispering in her ear
For evil she does not fear
When she has a conquest
She boasts about it to me
Someone's else's husband
Gives her such glee
She has slept with half the powerful men
In this big city
Her husband has no clue
He also has no job
She is getting younger while I age
Must be plastic surgery
She has so much money
She confided in me
The "gifts" from these men
Are proof of her manipulative power
Politicians and rich men
Have a lot to lose
Sex and degradation
Are the name of the game
Quirks and eccentricities
Games that are delightful and please
By catering to the various fetishes and whims
My friend always wins
The liason is dangerous
For politicians with ambitions.
(Les liaisons Dangereuses - French)
She lives for her dangerous liasons
She goes from bad boy to dangerous man
The devil must be whispering in her ear
For evil she does not fear
When she has a conquest
She boasts about it to me
Someone's else's husband
Gives her such glee
She has slept with half the powerful men
In this big city
Her husband has no clue
He also has no job
She is getting younger while I age
Must be plastic surgery
She has so much money
She confided in me
The "gifts" from these men
Are proof of her manipulative power
Politicians and rich men
Have a lot to lose
Sex and degradation
Are the name of the game
Quirks and eccentricities
Games that are delightful and please
By catering to the various fetishes and whims
My friend always wins
The liason is dangerous
For politicians with ambitions.
Anonymous
“Reckless Writing While Driving”
http://www.bakerrecklaw.com/images/traffic%20ticket.JPG
Stuck on rhyming
while
driving
through
hardcore rain.
What a pain
thinking about
the next right word,
sending
text messages
with
fingers too big
to touch the
mini-buttons,
they’re made
for crash test dummies,
not me.
Jeeeeeezzuuuuus…….
I just nearly bought it,
that guy
almost hit me
head-on!
Imagine,
leaving the planet
for poetry,
or
at the very least,
being ticketed
for careless writing.
That’s no way to win a contest!
http://www.bakerrecklaw.com/images/traffic%20ticket.JPG
Stuck on rhyming
while
driving
through
hardcore rain.
What a pain
thinking about
the next right word,
sending
text messages
with
fingers too big
to touch the
mini-buttons,
they’re made
for crash test dummies,
not me.
Jeeeeeezzuuuuus…….
I just nearly bought it,
that guy
almost hit me
head-on!
Imagine,
leaving the planet
for poetry,
or
at the very least,
being ticketed
for careless writing.
That’s no way to win a contest!
Inspiration comes so easily
when I think of you
and not of me
and kiss the lips of purity
which with all my plight, I'll never see
I hear the whisper of deadly lies
who tried to sing sweet lullabies
suffocating me with its eyes
I'll have to gasp my short goodbyes
but it will rage on with in me eternally
because it was all for the love
of poetry.
when I think of you
and not of me
and kiss the lips of purity
which with all my plight, I'll never see
I hear the whisper of deadly lies
who tried to sing sweet lullabies
suffocating me with its eyes
I'll have to gasp my short goodbyes
but it will rage on with in me eternally
because it was all for the love
of poetry.
Anonymous
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Lost and Found (Who am I again?)
There isn't an answer,
is what he's thinking
turning his back
to the bitch sniggering behind the door.
One more step
step to the edge
I wanna see you
hit the ground running.
No rest for the wicked, baby.
Will he try again?
Fuck, spare him the pain.
You sniggering little
cackling cunt.
Back off.
Fuck these formalities, 'bro'
lose the tie.
Get that tattoo sleeve you've designed
shave your fucking head again.
Grow out that fucking goatee once more.
Live a little.
Break the speed limit.
Cut a fucking corner.
Take the mitsubishi for a spin.
Get drunk.
Neglect your assignments.
Drink some god damn Scotch.
Be yourself
And be proud of it.
Is what I tell
that forgotten motherfucker.
Death staring the guy
in front of his bedroom mirror.
Pull on that black bandana.
Push your speakers to the limit
get in some street fights again.
Cause some shit in Penrith.
Down by the Plaza
You forgetton motherfucker.
Livin' in that big ol' house alone
Break the lock
To grandad's liquor cabinet.
Fuck with the Stereo
play your fucking guitar
Have a fucking drink.
And write this shit away.
Ghosts, leave me for the night.
There isn't an answer,
is what he's thinking
turning his back
to the bitch sniggering behind the door.
One more step
step to the edge
I wanna see you
hit the ground running.
No rest for the wicked, baby.
Will he try again?
Fuck, spare him the pain.
You sniggering little
cackling cunt.
Back off.
Fuck these formalities, 'bro'
lose the tie.
Get that tattoo sleeve you've designed
shave your fucking head again.
Grow out that fucking goatee once more.
Live a little.
Break the speed limit.
Cut a fucking corner.
Take the mitsubishi for a spin.
Get drunk.
Neglect your assignments.
Drink some god damn Scotch.
Be yourself
And be proud of it.
Is what I tell
that forgotten motherfucker.
Death staring the guy
in front of his bedroom mirror.
Pull on that black bandana.
Push your speakers to the limit
get in some street fights again.
Cause some shit in Penrith.
Down by the Plaza
You forgetton motherfucker.
Livin' in that big ol' house alone
Break the lock
To grandad's liquor cabinet.
Fuck with the Stereo
play your fucking guitar
Have a fucking drink.
And write this shit away.
Ghosts, leave me for the night.
Anonymous
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in a moment of temptation
in a moment of temptation
i prayed for my salvation
lured in by your attention
and absolute perfection
to do something very foolish
knowing better but not to do it
something seemingly so harmless
for your flirting never quit
i have no right to love you, sweets
i would never claim i did
but you told me that you loved me
still my love for you i hid
in a moment of temptation
i prayed for my salvation
lured in by your attention
and absolute perfection
to do something very foolish
knowing better but not to do it
something seemingly so harmless
for your flirting never quit
i have no right to love you, sweets
i would never claim i did
but you told me that you loved me
still my love for you i hid
