Poetry competition CLOSED 16th July 2013 10:07am
WINNER
tommielynn (Tommie Lynn)
tommielynn (Tommie Lynn)
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O'er Grasses
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write about the feeling of: grass under bare feet,
As stated above-
Write about the feeling of: grass under bare feet
One week, One entry each
ALL welcome!
OLD or NEW
no collaborations
Write about the feeling of: grass under bare feet
One week, One entry each
ALL welcome!
OLD or NEW
no collaborations
O'er grasses.....a crawling insect,
running instantly....
O'er grasses.....my bare foot,
running madly.
A dramatized scene,
whose luck is been,
either I or It....
will be the last seen.
O'er grasses....
my foot stopped,
to look into the pot,
where thousands of ants were gathering food a lot.
O'er grasses....that insect got a chance,
to enter it's sting into my palm ,
ohhhh.....I was the last,
whose deep breath......sounds....O'er the grasses.
running instantly....
O'er grasses.....my bare foot,
running madly.
A dramatized scene,
whose luck is been,
either I or It....
will be the last seen.
O'er grasses....
my foot stopped,
to look into the pot,
where thousands of ants were gathering food a lot.
O'er grasses....that insect got a chance,
to enter it's sting into my palm ,
ohhhh.....I was the last,
whose deep breath......sounds....O'er the grasses.
Anonymous
“Big Toe Thoughts”
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Oh, we’re always confined,
so bound up,
it’s a suffocating feeling
that stinks like rotten fish,
it’s hot and sticky, too.
Oh, if you only knew!
Sometimes,
you release us in straps,
put us on bare soles.
Sure, it’s
a wee bit better,
but I wish,
we’d rather
walk naked in the sun,
get infected with
God’s gift to
my imprisoned-pals,
all nine of them.
They crave,
love the wonderful feeling.
It’s not arrogant,
it’s intelligent to skip
on the green carpet,
those beautiful rolling
hills of wonder,
such splendor lies
beneath all of us,
if we only look to see
all those pretty flowers!
Oh, that’s so sweet,
I’m breathing better at last!
Now hurry please,
pull off these sweaty socks.
Oh alleluia,
fresh air,
look over there!
Come on partner,
my good little friends,
let’s run merrily
through the
infinite jade fields
of that pretty-overgrown-grass.
Oh, how I do hope this
fun-feeling lasts
forever!
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Oh, we’re always confined,
so bound up,
it’s a suffocating feeling
that stinks like rotten fish,
it’s hot and sticky, too.
Oh, if you only knew!
Sometimes,
you release us in straps,
put us on bare soles.
Sure, it’s
a wee bit better,
but I wish,
we’d rather
walk naked in the sun,
get infected with
God’s gift to
my imprisoned-pals,
all nine of them.
They crave,
love the wonderful feeling.
It’s not arrogant,
it’s intelligent to skip
on the green carpet,
those beautiful rolling
hills of wonder,
such splendor lies
beneath all of us,
if we only look to see
all those pretty flowers!
Oh, that’s so sweet,
I’m breathing better at last!
Now hurry please,
pull off these sweaty socks.
Oh alleluia,
fresh air,
look over there!
Come on partner,
my good little friends,
let’s run merrily
through the
infinite jade fields
of that pretty-overgrown-grass.
Oh, how I do hope this
fun-feeling lasts
forever!
With each elegant step the
fresh green grass is my blanket
feeling crisp and cool under
my feet, painted toes sink in
to the earth leaving the
blades smooshed down
In the distance clovers and
grass wave to me as the wind
dances through them, softly
pushing me towards the same
direction
Skipping over a patch in the
grass I look behind me with
a smile feeling ever so young
again, my skips turn into a
quick cartwheel grabbing a
handful of blades as I come
back up, tossing them in
the air
I run to the spot where the
trees stretch and bend,they
seem like the branches are
arms waiting to embrace me,
a worn path in the grass leads
me to paradise
fresh green grass is my blanket
feeling crisp and cool under
my feet, painted toes sink in
to the earth leaving the
blades smooshed down
In the distance clovers and
grass wave to me as the wind
dances through them, softly
pushing me towards the same
direction
Skipping over a patch in the
grass I look behind me with
a smile feeling ever so young
again, my skips turn into a
quick cartwheel grabbing a
handful of blades as I come
back up, tossing them in
the air
I run to the spot where the
trees stretch and bend,they
seem like the branches are
arms waiting to embrace me,
a worn path in the grass leads
me to paradise
Anonymous
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GRASS UNDER BARE FEET
Wearing shoes
To guard my feet
Told to beware
Of dirty sidewalks
My feet rarely get relief
Cannot remember going
In less than sandals
For so long
My shoes had to break down
Feet liberated from their confinement
Too hot to walk
On pavement or road
Found my way home
On grass alone
My feet sank in the cool earth
So foreign yet so soothing
The grass beneath my feet
Did give a sensation
Akin to a foot orgasm
Oh but to be barefoot again
Our legacy from our ancient kin
Who could walk miles
Without shoes
Without moccasins
Without sandals
How did they survive
The feeling of feet on green grass
Kept their souls alive.
GRASS UNDER BARE FEET
Wearing shoes
To guard my feet
Told to beware
Of dirty sidewalks
My feet rarely get relief
Cannot remember going
In less than sandals
For so long
My shoes had to break down
Feet liberated from their confinement
Too hot to walk
On pavement or road
Found my way home
On grass alone
My feet sank in the cool earth
So foreign yet so soothing
The grass beneath my feet
Did give a sensation
Akin to a foot orgasm
Oh but to be barefoot again
Our legacy from our ancient kin
Who could walk miles
Without shoes
Without moccasins
Without sandals
How did they survive
The feeling of feet on green grass
Kept their souls alive.
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His Dew (O'er Grass)
The susurrations of His morning call
reflected in the morn as algid mist
In this ritual I love to watch dragonflies chase sleepless fireflies who wanted to be butterflies
My feet bare, as were hers
I mirrored my grandmother's steps as we crossed the peacock and teal tapestry
My feet became bathed by Him as He had done for Peter
An asomatous cleansing that started with our soles
I often wonder why they're called blades?
They should be called feathers
or wings, for my heart takes flight with each crystalized step
At the coup the symphony is predictable yet always delightful
Scratches and pecks
Scratches and pecks
And then I watch dragonflies chase sleepless fireflies who wanted to be butterflies o'er grass
His Dew (O'er Grass)
The susurrations of His morning call
reflected in the morn as algid mist
In this ritual I love to watch dragonflies chase sleepless fireflies who wanted to be butterflies
My feet bare, as were hers
I mirrored my grandmother's steps as we crossed the peacock and teal tapestry
My feet became bathed by Him as He had done for Peter
An asomatous cleansing that started with our soles
I often wonder why they're called blades?
They should be called feathers
or wings, for my heart takes flight with each crystalized step
At the coup the symphony is predictable yet always delightful
Scratches and pecks
Scratches and pecks
And then I watch dragonflies chase sleepless fireflies who wanted to be butterflies o'er grass
Sunrise on the Grass
Out in the yard
As the sun starts to crest
Over the rooftops and chimneys.
My feet know the way:
Tiptoeing over the pavement,
Small grains embedding
Into the pads
Of my sensitive toes,
To the lawn
That lies just beyond.
They let out a cry of relief
As the dew brushes away
Those hardened stones
Then all that is left
Is the grass.
Long blades, that haven’t
Been mowed for weeks
Reach up to my ankles
And tickle them,
Brushing off
The stones and the worries
That seem to build up.
My feet sink in,
To the greenest of beds
While my skin is caressed
and cleaned by the
soft, cool touch
of grass.
The moment passes, then
I smile,
As I look up
To the sunrise,
Finally reaching
Over the rooftops.
Out in the yard
As the sun starts to crest
Over the rooftops and chimneys.
My feet know the way:
Tiptoeing over the pavement,
Small grains embedding
Into the pads
Of my sensitive toes,
To the lawn
That lies just beyond.
They let out a cry of relief
As the dew brushes away
Those hardened stones
Then all that is left
Is the grass.
Long blades, that haven’t
Been mowed for weeks
Reach up to my ankles
And tickle them,
Brushing off
The stones and the worries
That seem to build up.
My feet sink in,
To the greenest of beds
While my skin is caressed
and cleaned by the
soft, cool touch
of grass.
The moment passes, then
I smile,
As I look up
To the sunrise,
Finally reaching
Over the rooftops.
Connecting With The Earth.
Softness under aching flesh
cool damp forgiveness
sleeps with the weight
of my step
I listen for the cries
released with my movements
living blades of green
breathtaking acres
meadow miles
each digit curls around
inviting pastures
dew drop crystals
soak into my pores
traveling through
to my senses
mind reaching
mentally stimulating
connecting with
the earth
body and soul
reactions
my feet in the grass
with each step
paying tribute
to my spiritual being
wanting to dance
Softness under aching flesh
cool damp forgiveness
sleeps with the weight
of my step
I listen for the cries
released with my movements
living blades of green
breathtaking acres
meadow miles
each digit curls around
inviting pastures
dew drop crystals
soak into my pores
traveling through
to my senses
mind reaching
mentally stimulating
connecting with
the earth
body and soul
reactions
my feet in the grass
with each step
paying tribute
to my spiritual being
wanting to dance
summer legs
summer begs
grass below my bare feet
used to always remind me
of being a child
in the country
catching bugs
climbing trees
making forts out of vines
and twigs tangled with leaves
playing in the the back yard
watching salmon fight
in the town's famous creek
games of hide and seek
in the dead of night
with no moon out
you couldn't even believe the dark
crouching in the weeds.
but that was all long ago
now my feet, flat and bare on the grass
only remind me
of little pricks
pins and needles
kneading into my skin
making each next step
more difficult
than the last.
summer begs
grass below my bare feet
used to always remind me
of being a child
in the country
catching bugs
climbing trees
making forts out of vines
and twigs tangled with leaves
playing in the the back yard
watching salmon fight
in the town's famous creek
games of hide and seek
in the dead of night
with no moon out
you couldn't even believe the dark
crouching in the weeds.
but that was all long ago
now my feet, flat and bare on the grass
only remind me
of little pricks
pins and needles
kneading into my skin
making each next step
more difficult
than the last.
Anonymous
Thank's to everyone so far, these are great. Engr-next time, please inbox me..I usually put that but forgot as sometimes I don't check the comps. I hope you will still have time to enter. The perspective can be from either (I never considered it from the perspective of the grass but it could be cool! )
Still time for more...:-)
Still time for more...:-)
Anonymous
These were all quite good, I've just had another read of them all and it was a tough decision-Thank you ALL!
Winner-congrats to Tommie Lynn ! A little advice to take or leave for you, Tommie. The structuring of your poem really takes a lot away from it-I sort of reworked it in my mind and found it was beautiful so you may consider getting some help from fellow DU'ers on that.
also, an honorable mention to Lobodesanpedro- this stanza
I often wonder why they're called blades?
They should be called feathers
or wings, for my heart takes flight with each crystalized step
that was great, the rest of the write shifted who it was talking about or directed to, and the perspective of who it came from too much, made it confusing for me.
Good work everyone! Thank you
Winner-congrats to Tommie Lynn ! A little advice to take or leave for you, Tommie. The structuring of your poem really takes a lot away from it-I sort of reworked it in my mind and found it was beautiful so you may consider getting some help from fellow DU'ers on that.
also, an honorable mention to Lobodesanpedro- this stanza
I often wonder why they're called blades?
They should be called feathers
or wings, for my heart takes flight with each crystalized step
that was great, the rest of the write shifted who it was talking about or directed to, and the perspective of who it came from too much, made it confusing for me.
Good work everyone! Thank you
Congratulations Tommie! I've always been a fan and follower of your ink and I'm glad you're bringing your voice to more challenges.
Thank you for hosting mikimoondancer ... Although I'm still trying to understand some of your comments. This is a new write so I may need to step away from it for a bit and revisit it ...
... In writing the piece - it was done entirely from my perspective in the first person. It was largely a reflective poem recalling mornings with my grandmother on her farm. She was a religious woman who taught me morning mist and dew were God's breath, thus the first two lines. The other biblical reference speaks to Christ (Him & He) washing Peter's feet before the last supper.
It was a metaphorical reference thus the use of the word "sole" vs "soul".
Just offering my perspective when I was penning it - hopefully it helps clarify my goal.
TOMMIE! ... You Rock!
Thank you for hosting mikimoondancer ... Although I'm still trying to understand some of your comments. This is a new write so I may need to step away from it for a bit and revisit it ...
... In writing the piece - it was done entirely from my perspective in the first person. It was largely a reflective poem recalling mornings with my grandmother on her farm. She was a religious woman who taught me morning mist and dew were God's breath, thus the first two lines. The other biblical reference speaks to Christ (Him & He) washing Peter's feet before the last supper.
It was a metaphorical reference thus the use of the word "sole" vs "soul".
Just offering my perspective when I was penning it - hopefully it helps clarify my goal.
TOMMIE! ... You Rock!
Anonymous
tommielynn said:With each elegant step the
fresh green grass is my blanket
feeling crisp and cool under
my feet, painted toes sink in
to the earth leaving the
blades smooshed down
In the distance clovers and
grass wave to me as the wind
dances through them, softly
pushing me towards the same
direction
Skipping over a patch in the
grass I look behind me with
a smile feeling ever so young
again, my skips turn into a
quick cartwheel grabbing a
handful of blades as I come
back up, tossing them in
the air
I run to the spot where the
trees stretch and bend,they
seem like the branches are
arms waiting to embrace me,
a worn path in the grass leads
me to paradise
Congratulations Tommie! This is beautiful
fresh green grass is my blanket
feeling crisp and cool under
my feet, painted toes sink in
to the earth leaving the
blades smooshed down
In the distance clovers and
grass wave to me as the wind
dances through them, softly
pushing me towards the same
direction
Skipping over a patch in the
grass I look behind me with
a smile feeling ever so young
again, my skips turn into a
quick cartwheel grabbing a
handful of blades as I come
back up, tossing them in
the air
I run to the spot where the
trees stretch and bend,they
seem like the branches are
arms waiting to embrace me,
a worn path in the grass leads
me to paradise
Congratulations Tommie! This is beautiful
