Poetry competition CLOSED 8th April 2013 8:34pm
WINNER
Magdalena
Magdalena
RUNNER-UP:
Ghoulie
Katerina Plotnikova Photograph
Poetry Contest Description
Let this image inspire you ...
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Use this image to shape your poem or short story. I want this dreamscape captured and expanded, and will choose a winner accordingly.
Up to two entries per poet.
Collabs welcome, credit / trophy will be shared.
Two weeks
New poems only, please
Have fun!
Image source: http://500px.com/photo/8879511
also see https://www.facebook.com/KaterinaPlotnikovaPhotography
Use this image to shape your poem or short story. I want this dreamscape captured and expanded, and will choose a winner accordingly.
Up to two entries per poet.
Collabs welcome, credit / trophy will be shared.
Two weeks
New poems only, please
Have fun!
name me forsaken
of love’s cruel folly I may sing
the dove of hope has taken wing
I give my heart, my dreams, my all
and if I rise, again I fall
abandoned by the hand I crave
I seek the solace of the grave
then voices from a place unknown
proclaim that I am not alone
they gather near, a shimmering host
lovers betrayed, and each a ghost
they hear my cry and bear my shame
the spectral ones who know my name
of love’s cruel folly I may sing
the dove of hope has taken wing
I give my heart, my dreams, my all
and if I rise, again I fall
abandoned by the hand I crave
I seek the solace of the grave
then voices from a place unknown
proclaim that I am not alone
they gather near, a shimmering host
lovers betrayed, and each a ghost
they hear my cry and bear my shame
the spectral ones who know my name
Anonymous
I CARRIED YOU
Darling child I carried you
As I carried your brother
Now you are all alone
Lost in the woods
Of the lonely world
All dressed up
No home to go to
Sleeping, feverish in your party dress
Sleep my darling daughter
I have come
To bring you to safety
Do not worry, sleep tight
I will always be there.
Anonymous
Thank you for the competition. k
I fell into the deepest of sleeps
Beneath an unfamiliar tree
In an ominous wood
With an unfamiliar me
The final quiver of my eyes
Waved the world goodbye
My breath hollowed
As they fell from the sky
Shadows shuttered
Voids halted in veneration
The wind plays with my hair
Death is nearly here
Composed of sighs and souls
Fog hands snatched me from the moss
Though they poses no eyes
I sense they are soft
Beneath your hoods and cloaks
I never want to see
The true form of any
Foolish enough to carry me
Floating down a road
I ran alongside
Skipped while day dreaming
Never though, have I walked it
Strolled, even
For once I will return home
With a relatively clean dress
And mother will be pleased
For she will need to scrub less
Wait, I had forgotten
The lack of air in my chest
It all consumed me
This canopy of death
Home is no more
Nor is life, nor I
I'll sleep here forever
In the arms of sighs
Beneath an unfamiliar tree
In an ominous wood
With an unfamiliar me
The final quiver of my eyes
Waved the world goodbye
My breath hollowed
As they fell from the sky
Shadows shuttered
Voids halted in veneration
The wind plays with my hair
Death is nearly here
Composed of sighs and souls
Fog hands snatched me from the moss
Though they poses no eyes
I sense they are soft
Beneath your hoods and cloaks
I never want to see
The true form of any
Foolish enough to carry me
Floating down a road
I ran alongside
Skipped while day dreaming
Never though, have I walked it
Strolled, even
For once I will return home
With a relatively clean dress
And mother will be pleased
For she will need to scrub less
Wait, I had forgotten
The lack of air in my chest
It all consumed me
This canopy of death
Home is no more
Nor is life, nor I
I'll sleep here forever
In the arms of sighs
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Sacred Truth
Shimmering sentinels
watchers of the ancient forest
protectors of the sphere
I cry for the sacred truth
bleeding from the earth
in potent energies
that penetrate my being
vibrating through my bones
until I fall to my knees
I could give myself up
to this beckoning
that seduces my soul
tugging at my core
I would succumb
and die here
evanescent they carry me
through my obstructions
my feet
they crave the ground
you walk
without them being
immovable
rooted
I cannot lose the sky
it is the umbilical cord
of my existence
I must always
have the choice
to fly
Asylum Seeker
First furiously fun;
then frightening-
the synapse Ents lumber
through a strengthening facade
imps tumble and tease
flit flutter and flee
sting hum buzz drumming
echo marching orders in my ears
it's too much to not
sit and surrender to awful wonder
to cradle my juvanille mind
imagination with no guide post
she stood to carry my burden
a cold and stoic totem
a dreamless lighthouse
grounded in reality
coddled by rigid relentless love
mother boredum, tedium taken for granted
pulls me out of forested ether
back to four white walls
First furiously fun;
then frightening-
the synapse Ents lumber
through a strengthening facade
imps tumble and tease
flit flutter and flee
sting hum buzz drumming
echo marching orders in my ears
it's too much to not
sit and surrender to awful wonder
to cradle my juvanille mind
imagination with no guide post
she stood to carry my burden
a cold and stoic totem
a dreamless lighthouse
grounded in reality
coddled by rigid relentless love
mother boredum, tedium taken for granted
pulls me out of forested ether
back to four white walls
The Inland
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Encased
within my heart
I make claim to a single pearl
yet there are no oysters here
no tiny minnows or clusters of crab
no smallish canoes or
the bantam rowboats with
their flimsy fishing rods
no expanse of ocean to frighten or swell
this is a place
far from the wave and sand
this is inland
away from the salty air
this is the moist upon the dry
the gathering of hidden trees
of greenery & bees
of land mass; of little task
this is not of seas
yet it is where I’m given to float
but not upon a boat
and, no, I do not ask to swim
but it’s the place where I ask of Him
He who is my Friend
the One Whom concedes my end
please save me…not to drown
and permit me to hang around
to walk and talk and peep
until we lay.. then sleep
..
