Poetry competition CLOSED 30th June 2013 12:13pm
WINNER
LobodeSanPedro
LobodeSanPedro
RUNNER-UP:
BLaccZacc
Five Ten Fifteen Twenty
Poetry Contest Description
How Good Were They?
Take it back to the beginning. I thought about running a comp where people posted their first DUP poem, but it's probably been done and it doesn't offer much leeway.
So you have a choice, a choice of four to be exact. Go back to your first page of poems and pick either the fifth, the tenth, the fifteenth, or the twentieth poem that you posted on DUP. Copy the whole thing and paste it here.
Three rules
1) Only one poem
2) It must be number 5, 10, 15, or 20 in terms of the order that it was posted (excluding any that you have since deleted, you obviously can't count those anymore)
3) You can't pick one that has won a previous comp.
This is really simple and may take you ten minutes, but I'll give the procrastinators two weeks to throw in their hat.
So you have a choice, a choice of four to be exact. Go back to your first page of poems and pick either the fifth, the tenth, the fifteenth, or the twentieth poem that you posted on DUP. Copy the whole thing and paste it here.
Three rules
1) Only one poem
2) It must be number 5, 10, 15, or 20 in terms of the order that it was posted (excluding any that you have since deleted, you obviously can't count those anymore)
3) You can't pick one that has won a previous comp.
This is really simple and may take you ten minutes, but I'll give the procrastinators two weeks to throw in their hat.
Blank
I know you feel blank within
This world seems so grimm
That dark place you are in
You think you have lost this race
You hang your head in disgrace
Prepare to leave this place
Try to understand
Death's not meant to be planned
Free that gun from your hand
I know you feel so much bigger
With your finger on that trigger
You left your hope out to wither
Take it easy son
Death can't be undone
A new day has begun.
I know you feel blank within
This world seems so grimm
That dark place you are in
You think you have lost this race
You hang your head in disgrace
Prepare to leave this place
Try to understand
Death's not meant to be planned
Free that gun from your hand
I know you feel so much bigger
With your finger on that trigger
You left your hope out to wither
Take it easy son
Death can't be undone
A new day has begun.
Number 10 Mr Braggman, 5 was just too bad
A toast to the roommates
The sun outside is scorching
in here the cold is absolute
i will go now to the room
where i will feel warmth.
where words dont pierce nor sting
they speak the truth and humble
tell tales of greek tradgedys
borne from healing hands
those who speak,they are not weak
they are rocks and islands,
owls and the risen phoenix
seer's and champions
they have lived and died and lived
loved and lost yet still give
tried and cried and tried
been ambushed and survived
so speak till you are hoarse
martyrs, you are all.
pity, you need none
catch me when i fall
left in the few spelling errors, figured it was in the spirit of the comp
A toast to the roommates
The sun outside is scorching
in here the cold is absolute
i will go now to the room
where i will feel warmth.
where words dont pierce nor sting
they speak the truth and humble
tell tales of greek tradgedys
borne from healing hands
those who speak,they are not weak
they are rocks and islands,
owls and the risen phoenix
seer's and champions
they have lived and died and lived
loved and lost yet still give
tried and cried and tried
been ambushed and survived
so speak till you are hoarse
martyrs, you are all.
pity, you need none
catch me when i fall
left in the few spelling errors, figured it was in the spirit of the comp
Spectrum (15)
Going out of my mind, life's a bitch
Like a junkie trying to cure the itch
No escape from this shit hole
Out to find the devil to sell my soul
Turned to the lord fucking useless cunt wept
Blade runner shot the bitch while she slept
Took to drugs like water to a duck
Don't look at me like that you hypocritical fuck
Flick flick time to spark up the bick
I just bought THC in a stick
Man that's old school sick
What ya waiting for fucker let's get baked quick
Yea I am pretty open about being a stoner it helps with the anxiety
Self medicated I can function in society so fuck sobriety
Don't agree with me as you slam tinnies oh can't you see the irony
Let's bomb some amphetamines mix it up have some variety
Smiling with my eyes observing life silently
Yea this gear is good it's gained notoriety
Let me just make a prediction
This unpleasant feeling like an affliction
Leading Jesus out to the crucifixion
Seek it out in the area labelled fiction.
Notice brain you face the final eviction
In for the long haul dancing with addiction
I always try to view this world like an optimistic
But there is always that little yin to bring the pessimistic
Now now let's not get all attached and idealistic
Because let's face it up until recently I was nearly a statistic
All alone I dream like a mystic
That's what happens when you get diagnosed autistic
#20
I've been angry for so long,
Raging 'gainst a one-time friend.
A pain in heart and tears in eye—
When will it ever end?
I don't remember how it started,
How kindred souls came to hate.
I can't recall why we fought—
It can't be just "pure Fate."
I've held on to hate so long,
Plotting, planning your doom.
Who knew that a thing so sweet
Could turn sour so soon?
I've lived on rage unendingly,
Cursing tortured worst to you.
Through hoping for your pained demise,
I'm now broken and twisted too.
Maybe if I let go at last,
I will be finally renewed—
The stabbing knife in my heart
Gone as I forgive you.
I've been angry for so long,
Raging 'gainst a one-time friend.
A pain in heart and tears in eye—
When will it ever end?
I don't remember how it started,
How kindred souls came to hate.
I can't recall why we fought—
It can't be just "pure Fate."
I've held on to hate so long,
Plotting, planning your doom.
Who knew that a thing so sweet
Could turn sour so soon?
I've lived on rage unendingly,
Cursing tortured worst to you.
Through hoping for your pained demise,
I'm now broken and twisted too.
Maybe if I let go at last,
I will be finally renewed—
The stabbing knife in my heart
Gone as I forgive you.
Honest Critique (Hostile Waters)
No. 10
Your writing is weak
and your conviction
even weaker.
You're a writer, are you?
Then what the fuck
did I just read?
A mesh of words.
Boring, bland.
And without direction.
Nothing to hold it
together.
No structure, no skill.
Without personification.
No metaphors, either!
Go ahead and 'write'
With your piss weak rhymes.
I've seen
better 'originality'
from a brick.
You claim you want
honest critique.
Don't break down in front of me.
When I bring the hammer down.
Struck to anvil
and left in the water
to simmer.
I attribute the same method
to your words.
And you cannot take it.
When you sit back down
after calling out the teacher.
Always remember
that your writing
isn't for the honest critiquers.
You're too weak for this.
So, before you submit another 'masterpiece',
safeguard your shit.
And disable the comments
because it's too far gone
for a change
to feedback for the friendly.
You're in hostile waters,
and I'm not fuckin' friendly.
No. 10
Your writing is weak
and your conviction
even weaker.
You're a writer, are you?
Then what the fuck
did I just read?
A mesh of words.
Boring, bland.
And without direction.
Nothing to hold it
together.
No structure, no skill.
Without personification.
No metaphors, either!
Go ahead and 'write'
With your piss weak rhymes.
I've seen
better 'originality'
from a brick.
You claim you want
honest critique.
Don't break down in front of me.
When I bring the hammer down.
Struck to anvil
and left in the water
to simmer.
I attribute the same method
to your words.
And you cannot take it.
When you sit back down
after calling out the teacher.
Always remember
that your writing
isn't for the honest critiquers.
You're too weak for this.
So, before you submit another 'masterpiece',
safeguard your shit.
And disable the comments
because it's too far gone
for a change
to feedback for the friendly.
You're in hostile waters,
and I'm not fuckin' friendly.
Anonymous
Number 5. I hate you for this, Bragg. Even I want to punch me in the face for all the full stops haha:
Daydreamer
Destruction screams within these fading dreams.
Creations crumble without solace. Dignity.
The naked world bows before the pagan sun,
and children dance under an empty moon.
These black, silhouetted splinters of existence,
etch their way into the aching dawn.
Clawing at daybreak. Longing for its return.
Rags worship the wind as they sway.
Collateral damage. False grandeur.
Mirrors crack under the weight of the world.
The rich devour. While children die.
Grand designs dead from poisoning.
No. There’s no need to come home.
Daydreamer
Destruction screams within these fading dreams.
Creations crumble without solace. Dignity.
The naked world bows before the pagan sun,
and children dance under an empty moon.
These black, silhouetted splinters of existence,
etch their way into the aching dawn.
Clawing at daybreak. Longing for its return.
Rags worship the wind as they sway.
Collateral damage. False grandeur.
Mirrors crack under the weight of the world.
The rich devour. While children die.
Grand designs dead from poisoning.
No. There’s no need to come home.
Anonymous
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Numbness, Come
Dazed.
My thoughts are shouting,
But so far away now.
I frown
At the car keys.
Where to?
I stare, unseeing, at the dashboard.
The muted rushing in my ears
Is getting louder.
There is not much time until
Impractical sobs
Tear their way out.
So, come, numbness.
Say nothing to me
For a while longer.
Number 15... Look at all the caps, hehehe.
Dazed.
My thoughts are shouting,
But so far away now.
I frown
At the car keys.
Where to?
I stare, unseeing, at the dashboard.
The muted rushing in my ears
Is getting louder.
There is not much time until
Impractical sobs
Tear their way out.
So, come, numbness.
Say nothing to me
For a while longer.
Number 15... Look at all the caps, hehehe.
I'll go with Number 5, in honor of Father's Day today. 
Unbreakable Bond
Following another chaos laden day at the office
involving too many kings and
a lack of servants,
I found some solace
in picking up my boy from his Mother’s place.
We engaged in the typical father / son routine.
Tee-ball, board games and Monday Night Football.
After my three allotted hours with him
I returned the little guy to his Mother.
My keen sense of smell sniffed out a rat
as we approached the always unbolted front door.
It was locked
and I knocked.
She came around the corner
from the bedroom hall.
She let us in.
The Cowboys and the Bears
were visible on the living room television.
She passionately hated football,
Never mind that one is our home team.
Two strikes in ten seconds.
There was a rat in the house.
I mentioned that I had to use the bathroom
and I started walking toward the bedroom.
Plumbing problems
or so she claimed.
I decided not to pursue it
for now.
I had gotten my share of rebound ass
over the past month or two
but for her to have another man in my son’s presence
was a little too soon.
Maybe this one will be different than
the last break-up’s replacement.
Perhaps this one will respect
our father / son bond.
Unbreakable Bond
Following another chaos laden day at the office
involving too many kings and
a lack of servants,
I found some solace
in picking up my boy from his Mother’s place.
We engaged in the typical father / son routine.
Tee-ball, board games and Monday Night Football.
After my three allotted hours with him
I returned the little guy to his Mother.
My keen sense of smell sniffed out a rat
as we approached the always unbolted front door.
It was locked
and I knocked.
She came around the corner
from the bedroom hall.
She let us in.
The Cowboys and the Bears
were visible on the living room television.
She passionately hated football,
Never mind that one is our home team.
Two strikes in ten seconds.
There was a rat in the house.
I mentioned that I had to use the bathroom
and I started walking toward the bedroom.
Plumbing problems
or so she claimed.
I decided not to pursue it
for now.
I had gotten my share of rebound ass
over the past month or two
but for her to have another man in my son’s presence
was a little too soon.
Maybe this one will be different than
the last break-up’s replacement.
Perhaps this one will respect
our father / son bond.
Anonymous
This is #10 - but I have been here less than two months as yet.
Fucking/Making Love
Lips bruising, tongues writhing, insatiable desire
Longing, timeless kisses, building up the fire
Clothes haphazardly torn off, ignored and tossed aside
Savoring undressing, kisses linger, fingers glide
Raw, unfettered passion; bodies clashing as they meet
Soft, sweet sensuality, bodies float above the sheets
Tangible, voracious lust; cries torn from outraged flesh
Low moans and slow caresses, senses heighten as they mesh
Mouths devour hungrily, filled with urgent greed
Tasting, teasing one another, no imperative for speed
Flesh pounding into flesh, cock drives in hard and fast
Deeply merging, bodies twined, eternities have passed
Ecstasy and agony on strained euphoric faces
Breathless climax, shining eyes, tender warm embraces
Animal growls, salt smell of sweat, "Yes!", screamed out in truth
Blissful cries, sweet musk of love, hands that calm and soothe
He leaves with body satisfied, she's boneless in a heap
Fulfilled, within each others arms, they drift down into sleep.
Fucking/Making Love
Lips bruising, tongues writhing, insatiable desire
Longing, timeless kisses, building up the fire
Clothes haphazardly torn off, ignored and tossed aside
Savoring undressing, kisses linger, fingers glide
Raw, unfettered passion; bodies clashing as they meet
Soft, sweet sensuality, bodies float above the sheets
Tangible, voracious lust; cries torn from outraged flesh
Low moans and slow caresses, senses heighten as they mesh
Mouths devour hungrily, filled with urgent greed
Tasting, teasing one another, no imperative for speed
Flesh pounding into flesh, cock drives in hard and fast
Deeply merging, bodies twined, eternities have passed
Ecstasy and agony on strained euphoric faces
Breathless climax, shining eyes, tender warm embraces
Animal growls, salt smell of sweat, "Yes!", screamed out in truth
Blissful cries, sweet musk of love, hands that calm and soothe
He leaves with body satisfied, she's boneless in a heap
Fulfilled, within each others arms, they drift down into sleep.
(quick note, I have the counting skills of a fifth grader, this was suppose to be the 10th one, but if its not, I'm sorry.)
berry scented, lips enticing,
dark hair, luscious curls falling down your shoulders,
perfect blue eyes, you beckon me closer,
freckles dust the perfect nose,
never been with a woman before,
this is strange, i know i shouldn't,
i know its wrong, but i never was right.
your soft pink lips met mine,
it makes my heart skip,
your tongue pushes into my waiting mouth,
your hands fumble with my pants.
our tongues dance,
my fingers explore your small, frail body,
my kiss run down your neck, your shivering, are you cold?
you lost your shirt somewhere in the excitement,
your rubbing my clit,
moaning into your mouth, you don't want to break the kiss,
pushing me back on to the bed,
you pull my pants off my legs,
your warm wet tongue slips in me,
it feels too good to be true
berry scented, lips enticing,
dark hair, luscious curls falling down your shoulders,
perfect blue eyes, you beckon me closer,
freckles dust the perfect nose,
never been with a woman before,
this is strange, i know i shouldn't,
i know its wrong, but i never was right.
your soft pink lips met mine,
it makes my heart skip,
your tongue pushes into my waiting mouth,
your hands fumble with my pants.
our tongues dance,
my fingers explore your small, frail body,
my kiss run down your neck, your shivering, are you cold?
you lost your shirt somewhere in the excitement,
your rubbing my clit,
moaning into your mouth, you don't want to break the kiss,
pushing me back on to the bed,
you pull my pants off my legs,
your warm wet tongue slips in me,
it feels too good to be true
