Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd May 2013 11:02pm
WINNER
marielavoue (Gypsy Red)
marielavoue (Gypsy Red)
RUNNERS-UP:
crimsin
and Grace
LONELINESS
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Poems about Loneliness and Solitude and Depression
COMPETITION RULES - WHICH MAY BE FURTHER CLARIFIED ON DEMAND
1. the topic is loose and wide....
2. any genre.....any type of poetry
3. any length
Further instructions will be added as per need
If in doubt...send me an email
Poetry offers solace for the lonely and a positive perspective on being alone. Poetry’s relationship to solitude is paradoxical: while many poets savor the isolation needed to write their best work, the finished product will ideally create connection, or even community.
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/article/244786
1. the topic is loose and wide....
2. any genre.....any type of poetry
3. any length
Further instructions will be added as per need
If in doubt...send me an email
Poetry offers solace for the lonely and a positive perspective on being alone. Poetry’s relationship to solitude is paradoxical: while many poets savor the isolation needed to write their best work, the finished product will ideally create connection, or even community.
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/article/244786
Anonymous
"Skull Writing"
http://www.edelmangallery.com/witkin34.jpg
I can't
give you anymore,
you've already
taken
everything
I own,
except
the inside
of my skull,
the
only safe place
I have left to go
without
any troubles,
on your mantle.
I hide there
to keep myself safe,
from going insane
while
you still mock me.
There,
I write
constant-words
to tell
about it,
lots.
http://www.edelmangallery.com/witkin34.jpg
I can't
give you anymore,
you've already
taken
everything
I own,
except
the inside
of my skull,
the
only safe place
I have left to go
without
any troubles,
on your mantle.
I hide there
to keep myself safe,
from going insane
while
you still mock me.
There,
I write
constant-words
to tell
about it,
lots.
Anonymous
Ok - all...pour out your hearts...the competition has begun....thank you
Sitting at my table,
loneliness is my only company.
My plate served,
I choose my bite as tears roll down my face
my food becomes a sodden site.
There is an ancient belief
that tears are sacred;
that if consumed,
they can be a bad thing
or bring about good.
I know not what mines are,
as they are caused by cruel indifference.
Once I had company at my table
and for many years delighted in cooking
for two, now I sit alone because
he broke that union as if it had no value.
Only solitude accompanies me now,
she and I sit at my table,
a silent witness to the sadness
heavy on my brow.
Today she converses with me, alone,
Is this the prophecy
of all my remaining tomorrows?
Is it all I will ever know?
It is better not to eat than
have to face the loneliness,
but it can not be helped
as tomorrow will be more of the same.
My dinner tonight
has a profoundly bitter taste
it’s my tears that ill-season the dish
I have in front of me.
Oh loneliness, go away from me!
Your presence only emphasizes that he has gone,
tonight and for all those yet to come,
dinner at my table will be only for one.
Gypsy red
When I'm alone
I sit and visualize a perilous past
Just a finger-breadth away from going mad
A constant recollection
Does it trouble me?
The audience guessed it
I think dishonesty is pretty pathetic
It's not always this dark
Push my mind aside and think from the heart
While I embark on a mission through the park
Wait until night
When everything became a shade out of sight
Where my accomplice is the limpid star light
Look towards the far right
There's a person dressed exactly as me
The shady hue makes it really hard to see
Get wind of white noise
I had to fight for a peace of mind
I find myself finding fault from time to time
Needless to say
I'm fairly paranoid when she's away
I'm not afraid
But I've seen too many games
And she's the same way
There's a storm cloud over my head
I could try to change it
I'll ignore it instead
I sit and visualize a perilous past
Just a finger-breadth away from going mad
A constant recollection
Does it trouble me?
The audience guessed it
I think dishonesty is pretty pathetic
It's not always this dark
Push my mind aside and think from the heart
While I embark on a mission through the park
Wait until night
When everything became a shade out of sight
Where my accomplice is the limpid star light
Look towards the far right
There's a person dressed exactly as me
The shady hue makes it really hard to see
Get wind of white noise
I had to fight for a peace of mind
I find myself finding fault from time to time
Needless to say
I'm fairly paranoid when she's away
I'm not afraid
But I've seen too many games
And she's the same way
There's a storm cloud over my head
I could try to change it
I'll ignore it instead
Anonymous
Gypsy and Dex - thank you very much for your poems.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/107163-loneliness-and-pain/
Makes more sense if you see it there.
Makes more sense if you see it there.
[b]Loneliness[/b]
http://tripcart.typepad.com/tripcart_the_blog/images/misty_mountains_by_mricon_at_flickr.jpg
Songs of the wind
Soughing through softly
Drizzles of rain, misty
air shrouding tree tops
like huddled elders
around an non-existing fire
a lonely discarded piece of paper
move by, pushed by the wind
dragging feet on leaves strewn
path, going towards nowhere
beginning from when
hands holding shawls together
on cold laden shoulder
limp tresses of hair
hugging the cold nap
chilly air loving her hard
Passing by bubbling brooks
Under indifferent trees
Over a bridge without its trolls
No billy goat at the other side
Foliage bleached almost sepia
Towards the white picket fence
Silent house, that’s not a home
No lilacs deck the garden
Loneliness lives there
a silent spectre
smiling at faded photographs
grasping empty hands
on dirty webs
left by time in sorrow made
gossamer threads of white gowns
sits loneliness, alone.
http://tripcart.typepad.com/tripcart_the_blog/images/misty_mountains_by_mricon_at_flickr.jpg
Songs of the wind
Soughing through softly
Drizzles of rain, misty
air shrouding tree tops
like huddled elders
around an non-existing fire
a lonely discarded piece of paper
move by, pushed by the wind
dragging feet on leaves strewn
path, going towards nowhere
beginning from when
hands holding shawls together
on cold laden shoulder
limp tresses of hair
hugging the cold nap
chilly air loving her hard
Passing by bubbling brooks
Under indifferent trees
Over a bridge without its trolls
No billy goat at the other side
Foliage bleached almost sepia
Towards the white picket fence
Silent house, that’s not a home
No lilacs deck the garden
Loneliness lives there
a silent spectre
smiling at faded photographs
grasping empty hands
on dirty webs
left by time in sorrow made
gossamer threads of white gowns
sits loneliness, alone.
Anonymous
Lonely is...
There's a place past lonely
where solitude brings solace
an acceptance creeps in
company is forgotten
alone is embraced
no smiley faces or warm embraces
no exchange of ideas or a shoulder
after bad dreams
but
there is comfort in the stability
of self reliance and independence
no standards to live up to
nobody to impress
no explanations needed
I can just be a mess
until, I wonder...
and no-one's around to ask
just me
this dance called life
while everyone does Salsa
and I simply sway
wayside
There's a place past lonely
where solitude brings solace
an acceptance creeps in
company is forgotten
alone is embraced
no smiley faces or warm embraces
no exchange of ideas or a shoulder
after bad dreams
but
there is comfort in the stability
of self reliance and independence
no standards to live up to
nobody to impress
no explanations needed
I can just be a mess
until, I wonder...
and no-one's around to ask
just me
this dance called life
while everyone does Salsa
and I simply sway
wayside
Anonymous
So far...thank you for your submissions.....
