Your First Win

This competition is for everyone but here's the catch: only those DU members who have not yet won a trophy, can enter a poem or poems. Everyone else who already has won something is invited to help me choose the winner.

So! If you have no trophies yet, submit any poem on any topic you want, any style, any length, old or new, 3 poems max, no collabs,

After the competition ends, everyone who has already won a comp, is invited to message me who they think should win this based on the entries. Most votes decide the winner and let's say have your votes in by July 14th, midnight , and I'll announce it on the 15th, who won.

Let's get someone their first trophy !! Go!

"Wings"

They say you're an angel.
But I've seen beneath your skin,
under all the lies,
buried under what's within.
They said I'd never have you,
but I did time and again,
you were my forbidden fruit,
who's taste lured many men.
But now I'm done it's over,
I hear the author calling,
that unlike other angels,
your wings were made for falling.

"A Father to my Mother"

At birth I was yellow
The nurses called me
The Neon Crayon
And we were both sick for a year
 
I was raised in an apartment,
Raised in tattoo parties
Hearing those needles buzz
While you all were buzzed
As I probably was
When you’d give me
Bud in my sippy-cup
So I could sleep and not wake up
 
Besides his and your loud voices
I remember all the bumps
All the fights no child should see,
Am I right?
But in my sight they were there
And when you parents split
I colored the walls and pulled my hair,
 
I only had two eyelashes that cared
And two bald spots because I was scared
 
Then came when you chose a guy
And his drug, and I was like nothing,
Maybe a rug, or was I a bug?
 
Did you think that of me?
Years ago still I can feel
I haven’t yet been freed
From when you squashed me,
 
I never thought the same hand
That cradled me as a parent
Would ball up as a fist
And strike me so violent.
 
Let’s go, mom,
Let’s talk about today
About your son who smokes packs away
And panics over you, everyday
 
Hovering over you while you sleep
Under burn holes and sadness
Smelling cheap shit whenever
You talk and watching you
Hold on to walls as you walk,
Standing half naked in your room
Dancing to grandpa’s old CD’s crying,
Constantly reminded in your face
The time you drank yourself away
 
Lying on the stairs dying
 
Mom, are you my child?
Are you stuck as a teen
Drinking and drugging going wild?
I’m like a father to my mother,
A worrier, a warrior of worry
 
I hope you see what you've done to me.

"Beaches"

The waves mean nothing to me;
the rock debris from years of
erosion serve no purpose other
than to cut the bare feet of tanners
or toast their toes like bread-
People come here to shade their
skin the color of lobsters, thinking
browned skin is the style that's in,
and they lay in rows by the dozen
sizzling in the big pan they call sand
lubricated in collectively enough oil
that whales fear from them.

O sun, could you move away?
The day is yours and your mimics
feel the way of an oven-
Save it for the flowers, the trees,
your light turns the ocean to bath water
and the horseflies flutter on fire-
Even with the breeze I'm stewing,
this place is like a clam boil
that's cooking swimmers and kayak paddlers
like ingredients added in a Portuguese feast-
Boil Boil, the sea life are seasoning,
dreary for me, this season is worse than anything.

Lessons ! extreme content !

I wonder how I got myself into this.
Dressed only in black fishnet, garter belt and stilettos,
I lie on my back the leather cuffs tight on each wrist.
A metre of cold steel chain wrapped over the headboard
binds each ankle separately to each bedpost.

I smile, still breathing hard from the recent love making
You ravaged me lustfully, possessed me.
I must have climaxed at least three times
Before you came deep inside me, my Master, my crime.

But now you leave me like this, and return
Swinging that bandana, a wicked smile on your lips.
You gag me, but not too tight -
there is to be no talking back

I glare and struggle, struggle and glare
you leer again, sit close to me.
I grunt at you, I begin to wonder....

You run your hands lovingly over my body,
Circling my nipples, firing my desire,  
your hands explore the sweep of my belly,
gently brushing the small strip above my flower.

You look at me as I twist,
trace my lips with your fingertips -
they are moist with desire,
honey flowing from my flower
I tense at your touch, you smile… I’m blushing

You lift the vibrator from the table
Buzzzz!! ... run it over my body,
Along the inside of my hip,
my inner thigh -
there is no way I can’t fight this!

I feel its throbbing so close to my sex,
'No! Stop!'
But the gag stifles my pleas.
You insinuate the tip between my lips, slowly slide it...
inside...
me!
I am losing control,
I’m slipping,
but oooohhhhhh!
how wonderful it feels

You push it deep
pressing up hard against my ache within
I groan,
I shake,
the feeling!!!
as I let go of everything
surrendering to you
Until at last I am empty
exhausted,  
shaking

You smile at me,
undo my gag,
lovingly clean me with a warm wash cloth.
You kiss me tenderly
I look up and smile

Yes Master,
my Teacher,
I’m fully satisfied.

I Need Acceptance In My Life
               
               
 
              Throughout my life
              I’m having a hard time,
              I stumble and fall
              And struggle through it all.
              I’ve tried to fit in
              But they always shut me out,
              Is there something wrong with me?
              Why they always put me down?

               I need to know what’s going on
               What’s it all about,
               I need to have a purpose
               That will make me stand out.

               I need acceptance in my life
               That will make me feel good,
               I need acceptance in my life
               That will put me in the best mood.
               Acceptance in my life
               Or someone to be loved,
               I need acceptance in my life
               from the Lord God above.
               Acceptance in my life
               Acceptance in my life

              I want to get in on the action
              But they never let me in,
              Now I have a bad reaction
              to this pleasantry sin.
              I’m rejected and heartbroken
              ‘cause they wouldn’t want me now,
               I’m in desperate need of someone
               to comfort me when I’m down.

               I need to know what’s going on
               What’s it all about,
               I need to have a purpose
               That will make me stand out.

               I need acceptance in my life
               That will make me feel good,
               I need acceptance in my life
               That will put me in the best mood.
               Acceptance in my life
               Or someone to be loved,
               I need acceptance in my life
               from the Lord God above.
               Acceptance in my life
               Acceptance in my life

               I don’t want to feel left out
               I want to put myself out there,
               I’m sick of being alone
               I just want a friend who cares.
               Yeah, I want to stand out
               I want to be recognized
               And to be known from the world;
               It’ll be the best thing of my life.

               What’s the point of me trying?
               I just know that they don’t want me.
               I can’t take this anymore!
               That’s not what my life’s trying to be.
               I need some experience
               That will help me through my life,
               I will gain some confidence
               That will take away my strife.

               I need to know what’s going on
               What’s it all about,
               I need to have a purpose
               That will make me stand out.

               I need acceptance in my life
               That will make me feel good,
               I need acceptance in my life
               That will put me in the best mood.
               Acceptance in my life
               Or someone to be loved,
               I need acceptance in my life
               from the Lord God above.
               Acceptance in my life
               Acceptance in my life

              Acceptance in my life
               

Does My Image MATTER?
There is something
that I wanted to tell you.
 
                                     Earlier this month,
I was talking to my best friend
About a lot of important things
such as boys, dating,
                                     and careers.
 
                                     I came across a
                                     very, touchy subject.
 
I asked my best friend
about my body image.
 
I asked her
“Does my image matter?”
My best friend
                                     responded back with,
“Well, what do you think?”
 
To which
I start to think about it
for a very long time.
 
When I got back home
from my best friend’s house,
I went straight
                                     to my bedroom and
changed out of my day clothes.
I was completely naked,
except I was wearing my bra
                                     and my underwear.
I went to the mirror
and took a very, long look
                                     at myself.
I turned to the left, right, and back
and did the exact
                                     same thing.
All I see is a healthy, curvy,
Beautiful young woman looking
                                    straight back at me.
 
I started to ask myself repeatedly,
“Does My Image Matter?”
While I was asking this question
 repeatedly to myself,
                                     All of the past memories
start to come back to me.
                                    I kept thinking and
asking and thinking and asking,
until at one point, I gave up.
 
Does my image really matter?
 
Does my image matter
when I watch TV, surf the web,
Read newspapers, magazines, ads,
and I came across
Some attracting people showcasing
their perfect bodies
And when I look at my body,
realizing that it’s not
Perfect? That it’s not just like theirs?
 
Does my image matter
when my mother
keeps on pressuring
me
and not anybody else
in my family
to lose some weight?
Doesn’t she like my body
the way it is right now?
Why does she want me
to change it?
 
Does my image matter
when I finally got a role
in a TV Show,
Feature Film,
or a theatrical production
that I have dreamed of
For a long time,
only to find out the directors,
executive producers,
And my agent
wanted and pressured me
to lose a few pounds and
If I don’t do what they tell me to do,
they will reject me all because
I’m not following their standards?
That I’m not just like the
Other actors and actresses
With their perfect, fit, &
Attractive bodies?
 
Does my image matter
When I joined the
Bandwagon of
Millions and millions
Of people all
Across the country
Spending my hard-earned
Cash on
Products upon products of
Hair, make-up, skin, manicure/
Pedicure, weight-loss programs,
Diet pills/shakes, at-home gym
Equipment, gym memberships,
Diet plans, and all that jazz
Only to find out that
It never works with my
Hectic daily schedule?!
Or it never works
at all?!
 
Does my image matter
When I watch an episode of
“Glee” that is about
body image
issues,
When Kitty, a cheerleader, told
Marley, a glee club member,
About how to lose weight by
Just sticking 2 fingers in
Her mouth and
Just vomit so that
Marley can fit into
The costume that
She is going to
Wear in order to
Portray the role of
Sandy Olson
In their school’s
Theatrical production
Of “Grease?”
What would I do if
I was in Marley’s
Shoes?
 
Does my image matter
When the professionals,
Scientists, and authors
From the University of
Washington
Explain that the
Media itself
Is responsible for
Holding up “a
Thinner & thinner
Body image as the
Ideal for women?”
That they also state that
Throughout their
Childhood,
Women are extremely
“unhappy with their
Bodies”
And the percentage
Representing that
Statement
Increases rapidly from
Age 13 to age 17?
Was I happy or
unhappy with
My body during that
Time?
 
Does my image matter
If I stopped worrying
About my body?
That I could just eat
Whatever the heck I
Want?
That I could just sit on
My butt
All day long
And not get enough
Physical activity
So that when I
Walk down the
Streets of my
Hometown
Proudly,
nobody would
Notice how big,
Fat, and ugly
I have become?
Would I just be a
Doormat?
Would I become
An easy
Target?
 
Does my image matter then?
 
Does my image matter now?
 
Would my image matter in the future?
 
Would my image matter anytime soon?!?!
Now you listen to me.
Just take a very, long
Look at me.
What do you see?
What do you like &
Dislike about me?
Do you love
Or hate me?
And in your
Honest opinion,
 
Does my image matter to you?
 
Let me tell you something.
As of right now,
my image does matter.
 
It matters to me
And me alone.

Guide Me Through The Storm
The sky turns dark and gray as numerous clouds rolled into town to stay

So as a person starts to feel depressed as important aspects of her life caused her to feel stressed

The sound of thunder shook the dark heavens as lightning lit up the dark sky

She faces her life’s challenges as time and time goes by

Drops of water come tumbling down and splatters on the earth like a stain

After all of the challenges that she has faced, she is in a lot of pain

The storm has arrived, and it brought a huge force to create a lot of damage;

She has given up her battle with the challenges that she couldn’t manage.

As tears fall down from the sky, so as the tears fall down from her face

“Guide me through the storm,” she cried, “Lord, with all of your grace.”

A few days later, the storm has ended and the clouds start to break away

She felt so much better to see that her life has healed and it was, in fact, a beautiful day.

She rejoiced and was glad and she thanked the Lord God again

That she made it through the storm once more and she feels no more pain.

It's okay, I'll be here:

It's okay
You can cry
You don't have to run
I'll be here

It's okay
You can hit me
If that will make you feel better
I'll be here

It's okay
You can yell and scream
If that will make you feel better
I'll be here

It's okay
You don't have to end it all
But even if you do
I'll be here

Loving the way you make me feel

Loving the way you make me feel
Making what we have seem real.
Even with these great vibes,
I have my doubt
Because I don't really know what you're all about.
You could be playing me for all I know
Obtain my trust and put me on show
As a desperate woman wanting something she's not destined to have.
Torturing her mind,
Her loins
But not causing her heart's death.

You've done what only two others were able to do.
You made me look beyond penetration,
Gave me that mind stimulation,
And showed me that love can be true.
For them I'd have done anything
But I settled for the substitutes.
No regrets because my 'Minnie me's'
I love them to death.
Gladly making sacrifices for them
Until my last breathe.

Now getting to talk to you
A kiss is what I want to be true.
I want you to see what you can do with your heart.
And maybe help guide you to find that well lit path.
Darkness will always follow us,
When our eyes are closed.
Just remember to open them
And expose your soul
To someone that makes you feel whole.
I can accept that I'm realistically not the one.
A woman in love with the idea of being in love, I've become.
My clock time has always been wrong.
Time, I think, to buy a new one.

The way you make me feel
Gives me vision.