Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd May 2013 11:02pm
WINNER
marielavoue (Gypsy Red)
marielavoue (Gypsy Red)
RUNNERS-UP:
crimsin
and Grace
LONELINESS
I Am Broken
I am broken
how can I face another day
how will I go on without you
how will I ever walk away
I am broken
what can ease my sorrow
what will I do now
what will I do tomorrow
I am broken
how can you be gone
how will there be sunshine
how will I go on
I am broken
what can I do for you
what will best honor your memory
what will prove my love is true
Loneliness the one thing I can live without
Due to loving
Splitting images across a ground girls face
As if it were never ending defeat
Tell me of a lonely story
Only in darkness it can awake
I feel lost
Lonely even
But I know I'll go in the woods
Follow your voice
And be lost and alone forever
Due to loving
Splitting images across a ground girls face
As if it were never ending defeat
Tell me of a lonely story
Only in darkness it can awake
I feel lost
Lonely even
But I know I'll go in the woods
Follow your voice
And be lost and alone forever
Title: A place I never want to go back to
I should have known things would never change
Id laugh under my breathe
Id hesitate to cry
but never, never would I have thought
this is my life
why cant I erase decisions
why cant I redo a day
make a different impression of myself
create a new image
I want to pick the insecurities out of my crevices
I want to understand what was so different
what was so weird
do you need a dictionary to understand me
is it that I'm confusing you
why have you all abandoned me to this future
why do I deserve this
Now I really can just laugh
smirk in an evil manner
giggle like I'm crazy
as if I have been driven to insanity
what do I need to fill that space in my heart
am I lonely
do I really need to use that term
lean back and relax is a saying I need to use
but how will that do anything
as always this corner is where I sit
I do not dare to stand for that is what caused this
I stood up and declared how I felt
I declared what my deep and vibrant mind but also heart were filled with
how could they understand
that is pointless to know now
my insides have been drained
I'm empty
I feel as if I am just done
ha ha ha
pathetic me
pathetic people
no point for sadness
no point to even try
I would say I just want to die
but all emotions are gone I am hollow
and am empty
I must confess
I'm really just lonely
I should have known things would never change
Id laugh under my breathe
Id hesitate to cry
but never, never would I have thought
this is my life
why cant I erase decisions
why cant I redo a day
make a different impression of myself
create a new image
I want to pick the insecurities out of my crevices
I want to understand what was so different
what was so weird
do you need a dictionary to understand me
is it that I'm confusing you
why have you all abandoned me to this future
why do I deserve this
Now I really can just laugh
smirk in an evil manner
giggle like I'm crazy
as if I have been driven to insanity
what do I need to fill that space in my heart
am I lonely
do I really need to use that term
lean back and relax is a saying I need to use
but how will that do anything
as always this corner is where I sit
I do not dare to stand for that is what caused this
I stood up and declared how I felt
I declared what my deep and vibrant mind but also heart were filled with
how could they understand
that is pointless to know now
my insides have been drained
I'm empty
I feel as if I am just done
ha ha ha
pathetic me
pathetic people
no point for sadness
no point to even try
I would say I just want to die
but all emotions are gone I am hollow
and am empty
I must confess
I'm really just lonely
Anonymous
EXILE EMPRESS
Lavender light
Falls from the sky
Echoes from earth
Ripple through the water
In the pounding pond
Anticipates the moon
She wears her face so well
And solemn are her eyes
High above the silence
Higher than the hills
Rests, a bundle of papers
A feather, dipped in ink
Moves gracefully
Incomplete and interwoven
With the words
The blank empty space
Her ethereal grace
Carries the unborn child
The window to the worlds
Cradles her body
Moorlands of the mind
Tread half awoken
Lull her soul to sleep
Weep me me not but cry
Cry me not, but weep
Watch her die
Life falls from her
And Death is floating
On the water.....
Lavender light
Falls from the sky
Echoes from earth
Ripple through the water
In the pounding pond
Anticipates the moon
She wears her face so well
And solemn are her eyes
High above the silence
Higher than the hills
Rests, a bundle of papers
A feather, dipped in ink
Moves gracefully
Incomplete and interwoven
With the words
The blank empty space
Her ethereal grace
Carries the unborn child
The window to the worlds
Cradles her body
Moorlands of the mind
Tread half awoken
Lull her soul to sleep
Weep me me not but cry
Cry me not, but weep
Watch her die
Life falls from her
And Death is floating
On the water.....
In the company of voices
"When did it all begin?"
They visited when the world stooped into a harsh stillness;
the wind was stripped of its whistle, tearing through treetops
without a whisper.
A sinner was released from his haven, can you feel the drums?
Mountains of percussion that fell as thrashing waves,
melting into tides of inhales and exhales.
I couldn't hear a sound.
They sounded bitter before they opened their mouths,
telling of death-defying eyes crouching in the dark.
I often hear sleeping beauties that hold their loss
of conscience in an iron grip, with all the pitiful
determination of a suicidal woman.
Sometimes they mirror an eclipse of light with
narrating sandpaper voices, grating against the air.
There is only one thing, doctor, which I don't understand.
If this is the most company I've ever had,
why do I feel so lonely?
"When did it all begin?"
They visited when the world stooped into a harsh stillness;
the wind was stripped of its whistle, tearing through treetops
without a whisper.
A sinner was released from his haven, can you feel the drums?
Mountains of percussion that fell as thrashing waves,
melting into tides of inhales and exhales.
I couldn't hear a sound.
They sounded bitter before they opened their mouths,
telling of death-defying eyes crouching in the dark.
I often hear sleeping beauties that hold their loss
of conscience in an iron grip, with all the pitiful
determination of a suicidal woman.
Sometimes they mirror an eclipse of light with
narrating sandpaper voices, grating against the air.
There is only one thing, doctor, which I don't understand.
If this is the most company I've ever had,
why do I feel so lonely?
Fly me to the moon
Oh, if you could see me now
hear how I put the flies to shame
for their endless loitering around my leftovers
yesterday, for fun; I hoovered them all
every last one of them
into a moving, black buzzing body of mass
then turned the power off
and watched them make their way out
one by one by one
I'd even named some of them..
Oh, if you could see me now
hear how I put the flies to shame
for their endless loitering around my leftovers
yesterday, for fun; I hoovered them all
every last one of them
into a moving, black buzzing body of mass
then turned the power off
and watched them make their way out
one by one by one
I'd even named some of them..
Loneliness
Loneliness is no foe to me
It's a feeling i'm well aquainted with
Always there inspiring me.
Born into the world alone
Our own way to find
Digging out an existence.
Some of us climbing to the top
Just to find our friend lonely
Waiting there to scoff.
Funny isn't this human condition
So many corridors and doors we go through
Just to run into you know who.
Fickle fate, fickle friend
Loneliness never fails to entertain
Ever the jester, poking at our most tender spots.
Try to get away from him
Gets you nought
I don't hide anymore.
When loneliness knocks
I invite him in and serve him tea
After all he's best friend to me.
Loneliness is no foe to me
It's a feeling i'm well aquainted with
Always there inspiring me.
Born into the world alone
Our own way to find
Digging out an existence.
Some of us climbing to the top
Just to find our friend lonely
Waiting there to scoff.
Funny isn't this human condition
So many corridors and doors we go through
Just to run into you know who.
Fickle fate, fickle friend
Loneliness never fails to entertain
Ever the jester, poking at our most tender spots.
Try to get away from him
Gets you nought
I don't hide anymore.
When loneliness knocks
I invite him in and serve him tea
After all he's best friend to me.
im so lonely, that's ok I shaved my head, carpal tunnels syndroming me out of relief, what a day it's been! discovering the tipple of a genuine upswing in mood dizzying me because the first sips taste like desert rain like rose wine like the only cream bun in the window like fountains of cum and like rivers of sugar like something to rival a smile
and the first smoke tastes like waking up welll right side of the coffin and feels like home even though the clinging to me is not welcome, not at all, nicotine intruder, nicotine tittle tattle telltale, and my burning fingers have a price out in the garden where the wind blows my signals everywhere so they will never be seen and if seen hardly understood
silly, silly, how can I be lonely when i have none to be lonely for....
and the first smoke tastes like waking up welll right side of the coffin and feels like home even though the clinging to me is not welcome, not at all, nicotine intruder, nicotine tittle tattle telltale, and my burning fingers have a price out in the garden where the wind blows my signals everywhere so they will never be seen and if seen hardly understood
silly, silly, how can I be lonely when i have none to be lonely for....
If Only
She walks the path of death, sad and lonely
Parched and exhausted, "If only, if only"
If only the birds could take her away
She'd fly high in the sky, with palm trees she'd sway
If only her mother were there to cook a warm meal
Her father to hold her as every wound and scar starts to heal
She walks the path of death, sad and lonely
Can the dark not swallow her fast enough?
"If only, if only..."
She walks the path of death, sad and lonely
Parched and exhausted, "If only, if only"
If only the birds could take her away
She'd fly high in the sky, with palm trees she'd sway
If only her mother were there to cook a warm meal
Her father to hold her as every wound and scar starts to heal
She walks the path of death, sad and lonely
Can the dark not swallow her fast enough?
"If only, if only..."
Anonymous
Skyping
We said that we'd hook up on Skype
every day, keep up with what's going on
Talk flowing like water just to hear voices
Sunlight glow eyes, hearts shine on our faces
Maybe get naked if we get the chance
More naked than just skin alone -
baring our flesh while baring our souls
Coming together while coming, apart.
But fate's acting very fickle right now
Schedules clash, or people around
Days go by when text is all we can have
Chat about things, and longing and need
But no touches, no faces, no sound
And I feel as shrivelled inside
as my houseplants look now
Leaves wither and petals fall, dry.
I miss seeing you move, your face most of all
Voice sexy and low, eyes alive
Sometimes typed words aren't nearly enough
Need your sunlight and water to thrive.
We said that we'd hook up on Skype
every day, keep up with what's going on
Talk flowing like water just to hear voices
Sunlight glow eyes, hearts shine on our faces
Maybe get naked if we get the chance
More naked than just skin alone -
baring our flesh while baring our souls
Coming together while coming, apart.
But fate's acting very fickle right now
Schedules clash, or people around
Days go by when text is all we can have
Chat about things, and longing and need
But no touches, no faces, no sound
And I feel as shrivelled inside
as my houseplants look now
Leaves wither and petals fall, dry.
I miss seeing you move, your face most of all
Voice sexy and low, eyes alive
Sometimes typed words aren't nearly enough
Need your sunlight and water to thrive.
Who ever can be lonely; with sky and sea,
Mountains, rivers, forests and endless grass.
Even the extremes of ice and desert welcome,
As do all their inhabitants- bar one
The quite ludicrously named species
Homo Sapiens which must be avoided
At all cost.
See John Clare, at one with all of nature,
Yet unhappy in the human world
Of his fellows- both poets and peasants.
He ended up locked in an asylum
For committing that most heinous of crimes
Of wanting to be himself.
Go all the way. Become misanthropic.
The lonely misanthrope cannot ever
Be more than a contradiction in terms.
Unlike other extremists, misanthropes
Have one very endearing quality-
Humility. They can never deny
That they are members of the humankind
Which they despise.
You may even come to love a misanthrope
But expect nothing in return.
Mountains, rivers, forests and endless grass.
Even the extremes of ice and desert welcome,
As do all their inhabitants- bar one
The quite ludicrously named species
Homo Sapiens which must be avoided
At all cost.
See John Clare, at one with all of nature,
Yet unhappy in the human world
Of his fellows- both poets and peasants.
He ended up locked in an asylum
For committing that most heinous of crimes
Of wanting to be himself.
Go all the way. Become misanthropic.
The lonely misanthrope cannot ever
Be more than a contradiction in terms.
Unlike other extremists, misanthropes
Have one very endearing quality-
Humility. They can never deny
That they are members of the humankind
Which they despise.
You may even come to love a misanthrope
But expect nothing in return.
The World
Dont wake me from my slumber
which shields me from this world,
Let me be fooled by its temptations
For i have yet to learn;
The truth about its working,
The making of our walls,
I find it strange to notice,
how laughter left us all.
~Darkpoet_011
Dont wake me from my slumber
which shields me from this world,
Let me be fooled by its temptations
For i have yet to learn;
The truth about its working,
The making of our walls,
I find it strange to notice,
how laughter left us all.
~Darkpoet_011
Depression
There is nothing more sadistic and cruel.
Not even the leather belt whipping,
a forsaken love dying.
No form of savagery can compete
for the crown of this devil's feat.
At this moment, I'm stuck in time.
Staring at the dust settling in the corner,
waiting for the gust to rise and fall.
Breaking into tears if someone calls
my name, I've been lonely.
I've been withdrawn.
I've been stolen
and this rotting shell doesn't repair.
Sleep haunts me with death
and mornings are painfully long.
Gripping the chords of my personality
and playing god without me.
It is impossible to explain.
No one knows me, face value doesn't cut it.
Look at my palm, see nothing but regret
because my heart has sunk, I've been excluded.
Search for deus ex machina, only to return alone.
This is justice.
Upon my window, a ladybird rests
cleaning her wings careless, with care.
and I'm pondering...
if she understood my pathetic condition,
would she hug me? with deep concern,
for my pale waning face.
Inside these four walls my mind wanders.
Nothing new can come of this tasteless whining.
My damaged foundation that sustains this pitiable mind
is engrossed in the melancholy of this mental sodomy.
A product of this world's suppression,
I am this fucking depression.
I wrote this and forgot about it
(http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/60403-depression/)
There is nothing more sadistic and cruel.
Not even the leather belt whipping,
a forsaken love dying.
No form of savagery can compete
for the crown of this devil's feat.
At this moment, I'm stuck in time.
Staring at the dust settling in the corner,
waiting for the gust to rise and fall.
Breaking into tears if someone calls
my name, I've been lonely.
I've been withdrawn.
I've been stolen
and this rotting shell doesn't repair.
Sleep haunts me with death
and mornings are painfully long.
Gripping the chords of my personality
and playing god without me.
It is impossible to explain.
No one knows me, face value doesn't cut it.
Look at my palm, see nothing but regret
because my heart has sunk, I've been excluded.
Search for deus ex machina, only to return alone.
This is justice.
Upon my window, a ladybird rests
cleaning her wings careless, with care.
and I'm pondering...
if she understood my pathetic condition,
would she hug me? with deep concern,
for my pale waning face.
Inside these four walls my mind wanders.
Nothing new can come of this tasteless whining.
My damaged foundation that sustains this pitiable mind
is engrossed in the melancholy of this mental sodomy.
A product of this world's suppression,
I am this fucking depression.
I wrote this and forgot about it
(http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/60403-depression/)
"My friend Lonely"
When will this rain stop?
It has been pouring for days,
The streets are all lined with a wet dreary glaze.
I stare at the sky as it keeps coming down,
This is my life lately, stuck under a cloud.
How long can I drift?
How far will I go?
It seems that i'm trapped here,
Deep under sorrows.
I have to remind myself, "It's only rain."
But the water pours down, breathing it's name.
I watch with grey stares as it continues to fall.
I start to get tired, my head presses the wall.
I start to pace with anxiety, back and fourth.
Tracking my foot steps, on this uneven floor.
lonely as hell, I wish for a friend
Just someone to talk to, a helping hand.
"If you can hear me, please speak!"
I get not reply,
I'm here all alone, what a surprise.
The world passes slowly,
It passes right by.
Even in dreams, my friend lonely has spies.
When will this rain stop?
It has been pouring for days,
The streets are all lined with a wet dreary glaze.
I stare at the sky as it keeps coming down,
This is my life lately, stuck under a cloud.
How long can I drift?
How far will I go?
It seems that i'm trapped here,
Deep under sorrows.
I have to remind myself, "It's only rain."
But the water pours down, breathing it's name.
I watch with grey stares as it continues to fall.
I start to get tired, my head presses the wall.
I start to pace with anxiety, back and fourth.
Tracking my foot steps, on this uneven floor.
lonely as hell, I wish for a friend
Just someone to talk to, a helping hand.
"If you can hear me, please speak!"
I get not reply,
I'm here all alone, what a surprise.
The world passes slowly,
It passes right by.
Even in dreams, my friend lonely has spies.
