Poetry competition CLOSED 10th March 2013 6:51am
WINNER
mjs211 (MikeTheEngineer)
mjs211 (MikeTheEngineer)
Fail
Poetry Contest Description
"Just once it might be instructive to pretend you're accepting an award for failure, just to see who you would thank." — Robert Brault
As the quote above instructs, write a poem about where you're accepting an award for failure. How do you feel? Angry? Indifferent? Sardonic? Relieved? Ashamed? Excited that you've found a niche where you actually get an award? Who would you thank and why?
Rules:
One poem per poet
No epic poems please
No porn, senseless violence etc.
No thread chatter please
If you like someone's poem, pm them.
If you have a question, pm me.
Have fun
Rules:
One poem per poet
No epic poems please
No porn, senseless violence etc.
No thread chatter please
If you like someone's poem, pm them.
If you have a question, pm me.
Have fun
this is not actually 'accepting an award' but in a way it is sort of an award. if it doesn't apply to the comp please discard 
Eulogy of a failure
Welcome to the funeral of your dreams.
You may place your candles before the casket, but please refrain from sobbing until the burial.
Here lies, aspiration and dedication,
perseverance and commitment.
All the blood, sweat and tears of years of diligence, wasted.
What you sought to be is now history.
What you ought to be is still a mystery.
With nothing more than depression to fall back into, you are fucked.
A gross affirmation to the dull, unrewarding life you've led.
Your toil achieved less than your desires craved and you slumped, in your impotency, to self preservation.
Discarding your soul to exist as nobody, once again, was brave of you.
And so we bid farewell to one of your coveted futures,
before family and friends and whatever power you may, now, believe in.
Forget, here, now and forever, what you though you could be and be reborn - deprived, into mediocrity.
Despondently.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/91782.jpg
Eulogy of a failure
Welcome to the funeral of your dreams.
You may place your candles before the casket, but please refrain from sobbing until the burial.
Here lies, aspiration and dedication,
perseverance and commitment.
All the blood, sweat and tears of years of diligence, wasted.
What you sought to be is now history.
What you ought to be is still a mystery.
With nothing more than depression to fall back into, you are fucked.
A gross affirmation to the dull, unrewarding life you've led.
Your toil achieved less than your desires craved and you slumped, in your impotency, to self preservation.
Discarding your soul to exist as nobody, once again, was brave of you.
And so we bid farewell to one of your coveted futures,
before family and friends and whatever power you may, now, believe in.
Forget, here, now and forever, what you though you could be and be reborn - deprived, into mediocrity.
Despondently.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/91782.jpg
Drunk speech to myself
--------------
Harsher realities
have been bestowed
but this is
one i'll forever hold
In my mind and
in my sternum
for we all know
we're all just learnin'
and everyone fails
one or twice
not every cat
can catch mice
unless they practice
with some trail and error
and i guess this
is only fairer
to the others so
they could learn,
so i'll accept this
award that i have
earned
for the purpose
of getting smarter
so i might not
just be cannon fodder
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Harsher realities
have been bestowed
but this is
one i'll forever hold
In my mind and
in my sternum
for we all know
we're all just learnin'
and everyone fails
one or twice
not every cat
can catch mice
unless they practice
with some trail and error
and i guess this
is only fairer
to the others so
they could learn,
so i'll accept this
award that i have
earned
for the purpose
of getting smarter
so i might not
just be cannon fodder
Anonymous
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For An Inspirational Loser
F A I L
Let us expose the failure.
It's not like he's unseen.
Congratulations loser.
For not much of anything.
Let us quickly lift the curtain,
Let shine his naked soul.
For all that he has given us,
with nothing there to show.
So keep trying failure.
The humor in our lives.
Keep telling us,and yourself,
someday you'll get it right...
F A I L
Let us expose the failure.
It's not like he's unseen.
Congratulations loser.
For not much of anything.
Let us quickly lift the curtain,
Let shine his naked soul.
For all that he has given us,
with nothing there to show.
So keep trying failure.
The humor in our lives.
Keep telling us,and yourself,
someday you'll get it right...
congratulations
me, a 23 year old
fucking genius
for completing
the best years
of my life
already.
i gracefully accept
this gold wristwatch
so that i may
always look upon
my new master.
he has raised me
without my knowledge
and now makes
himself manifest
til death
do i part.
i have myself
to thank
for turning away
from more good days
at such a young age
and starting this
graceful spiral
into stooped
irrelevance,
bent down
around my old
nostalgia.
i accept this
honorary degree
which only i can see
that i will hang
over my diploma
so it's all i will see
when i gaze
into the frame.
thank you all
for coming
i now understand
the creases
in all your faces
when you glance
at the master
ticking on your wrist
clucking disapprovingly
so let's just adjourn
and be on our way
(til death do us part)
me, a 23 year old
fucking genius
for completing
the best years
of my life
already.
i gracefully accept
this gold wristwatch
so that i may
always look upon
my new master.
he has raised me
without my knowledge
and now makes
himself manifest
til death
do i part.
i have myself
to thank
for turning away
from more good days
at such a young age
and starting this
graceful spiral
into stooped
irrelevance,
bent down
around my old
nostalgia.
i accept this
honorary degree
which only i can see
that i will hang
over my diploma
so it's all i will see
when i gaze
into the frame.
thank you all
for coming
i now understand
the creases
in all your faces
when you glance
at the master
ticking on your wrist
clucking disapprovingly
so let's just adjourn
and be on our way
(til death do us part)
I must first thank
the fear of success
and the interaction
between narcissism
and low self esteem
that has brought me to this bedroom.
The bedroom of my childhood,
the one I left fifteen years ago
with the wind to my back
and the stars aligned to my shadow
but then decided to turn around and piss,
to take the kismet of the constellations
for granted
and to laugh at the vacuums behind them.
I would like to thank
childhood naivety
for pulling every fire alarm,
and misjudging the extents of lunacy.
Lastly, any shred of decency
forbids me from thanking her
oh no, that steaming pile of praise
is for me alone
because it is me
who is blessed with sleepless nights
compulsions towards any escape
and the coup-de-fucking-grace,
my mania.
A single tingle given,
can make a sewage worker
feel like an artist.
That is my true love
the thanks for which, can not be transcribed
the fear of success
and the interaction
between narcissism
and low self esteem
that has brought me to this bedroom.
The bedroom of my childhood,
the one I left fifteen years ago
with the wind to my back
and the stars aligned to my shadow
but then decided to turn around and piss,
to take the kismet of the constellations
for granted
and to laugh at the vacuums behind them.
I would like to thank
childhood naivety
for pulling every fire alarm,
and misjudging the extents of lunacy.
Lastly, any shred of decency
forbids me from thanking her
oh no, that steaming pile of praise
is for me alone
because it is me
who is blessed with sleepless nights
compulsions towards any escape
and the coup-de-fucking-grace,
my mania.
A single tingle given,
can make a sewage worker
feel like an artist.
That is my true love
the thanks for which, can not be transcribed
Anonymous
Falling short by mikimoondancer
Please, remain seated
Grant me silent applause
Let me humbly accept this merit
and validation on falling short
For my lack of achievement
in social acceptance
Like the way I speak freely
but come off as offensive
Or the methods I use to be up- front
and honest-
make me look like a bitchy,
egocentric non-conformist
For that, I will thank those
with low self esteem
Who ask for your opinion but
"stroke my ego" is what they mean
Credit also must go to the social performers
Their world is a stage but only backstage is honest
For my lack of perfection at school, home, and work
I simply tip my hat to all who never gave a fuck...
For the ways I have failed as a Daughter and Sister
I must thank the brain, so neurotic and twisted
You can all get a book on Abnormal Psychology
That's where I'd say, all my reasons are listed flawlessly
For not being perfect as a Wife, or a Mother
I have no-one to blame, nor to thank , or uncover
I will simply bow down and show my regret
for not knowing then...still not knowing yet
For not being a charming, sweet, adorable girl
For talking too much, or too little, or too loud
For straying from proper, for being so odd
I raise my glass and say "Fuck it"
I blame you all
Please, remain seated
Grant me silent applause
Let me humbly accept this merit
and validation on falling short
For my lack of achievement
in social acceptance
Like the way I speak freely
but come off as offensive
Or the methods I use to be up- front
and honest-
make me look like a bitchy,
egocentric non-conformist
For that, I will thank those
with low self esteem
Who ask for your opinion but
"stroke my ego" is what they mean
Credit also must go to the social performers
Their world is a stage but only backstage is honest
For my lack of perfection at school, home, and work
I simply tip my hat to all who never gave a fuck...
For the ways I have failed as a Daughter and Sister
I must thank the brain, so neurotic and twisted
You can all get a book on Abnormal Psychology
That's where I'd say, all my reasons are listed flawlessly
For not being perfect as a Wife, or a Mother
I have no-one to blame, nor to thank , or uncover
I will simply bow down and show my regret
for not knowing then...still not knowing yet
For not being a charming, sweet, adorable girl
For talking too much, or too little, or too loud
For straying from proper, for being so odd
I raise my glass and say "Fuck it"
I blame you all
