Poetry competition CLOSED 6th April 2011 10:31am
WINNER
mjs211 (MikeTheEngineer)
mjs211 (MikeTheEngineer)
RUNNER-UP:
CruelHandedWriter
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Mother's Day
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
As Mother's Day is nearly here, write a poem about your mama.
As Mother's Day is nearly here, write a poem about your mama. I'll judge them in a week.
Gaia
Our Mother Earth
The whispers suggest
Her center is a smoldering molten core
All consuming melt of fire
I am skeptic of this witchery called science
Imagining the center to have a heart much like mine
Vulnerable and sore
Vibrant muscle drumming in gratitude
Capillary tunnels flowing out spreading life
Her blood runs blue
Into cavernous basins
Crystalline grotto of shimmering hue
Beating so profoundly
Resonating to the whole, in a world that thrives on music
In purity of tribal ritual to intricate unfurling of orchestral fantasia
Echoes of hollow sharp brass cutting the steady pound of the march to war
To serene fluid lickings of virgin fingertips caressing the strings of the harp
In the steamy moaning, dripping sex of onyx lips singing Mississippi blues
Surging vibrations in vast myriad of artery carnations
Fed by blood pumping of the same hallowed maternal heart
Our Mother Earth
The whispers suggest
Her center is a smoldering molten core
All consuming melt of fire
I am skeptic of this witchery called science
Imagining the center to have a heart much like mine
Vulnerable and sore
Vibrant muscle drumming in gratitude
Capillary tunnels flowing out spreading life
Her blood runs blue
Into cavernous basins
Crystalline grotto of shimmering hue
Beating so profoundly
Resonating to the whole, in a world that thrives on music
In purity of tribal ritual to intricate unfurling of orchestral fantasia
Echoes of hollow sharp brass cutting the steady pound of the march to war
To serene fluid lickings of virgin fingertips caressing the strings of the harp
In the steamy moaning, dripping sex of onyx lips singing Mississippi blues
Surging vibrations in vast myriad of artery carnations
Fed by blood pumping of the same hallowed maternal heart
Your mama's so fat
she pours mayo
on chocolate cake
and she's so ugly
Notre Dame investigated,
thinking they lost
a gargoyle
and she's so loose
you could play
hide-and-seek
between her legs.
But doncha say nothing
'bout my mama!
she pours mayo
on chocolate cake
and she's so ugly
Notre Dame investigated,
thinking they lost
a gargoyle
and she's so loose
you could play
hide-and-seek
between her legs.
But doncha say nothing
'bout my mama!
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< the hot reward from your sweet tits >
my mouth was made for sucking tits
my head was trained for sucking tits
and my hands
were already grabbing for your tits
pressing on the warm sides of your tits
learning the soft rhythm of pressing and sucking
of pressing and sucking and tasting the hot reward
of your sweet milk
thanks, mom
- - -
< the hot reward from your sweet tits >
my mouth was made for sucking tits
my head was trained for sucking tits
and my hands
were already grabbing for your tits
pressing on the warm sides of your tits
learning the soft rhythm of pressing and sucking
of pressing and sucking and tasting the hot reward
of your sweet milk
thanks, mom
- - -
Dragonyear said:
[quote][quoted=competitions--561-0-4]slimshady said:
^^Last 2 was kinda funny.... But the first one??? Such writings are very difficult to read, let alone understand
I take that as a compliment :)
I've read ya works before and know what staff you are made up of, but this one....well, like you said take it as a compliment
[quote][quoted=competitions--561-0-4]slimshady said:
^^Last 2 was kinda funny.... But the first one??? Such writings are very difficult to read, let alone understand
I take that as a compliment :)
I've read ya works before and know what staff you are made up of, but this one....well, like you said take it as a compliment
Mother
Mother, friend, confidant not hardly.
Drug addict, stranger, liar more likely.
The mention of you stirs anger and hatred.
The thought of you invokes frustration and hostility.
Your death brought me closure and relief,
happiness that you couldnt poison more.
Mother ah hardly
Mother, friend, confidant not hardly.
Drug addict, stranger, liar more likely.
The mention of you stirs anger and hatred.
The thought of you invokes frustration and hostility.
Your death brought me closure and relief,
happiness that you couldnt poison more.
Mother ah hardly
Anonymous
Mom
I never understood how you and dad came together
you 33 with 2 kids, his background
of renting lonely rooms and staying with strangers
and even if I was an accident
I'm glad you were glad to have me
cause I like it here
most of the time
Thanks mom
for the cookies on sunday
and the cable tv
I never understood how you and dad came together
you 33 with 2 kids, his background
of renting lonely rooms and staying with strangers
and even if I was an accident
I'm glad you were glad to have me
cause I like it here
most of the time
Thanks mom
for the cookies on sunday
and the cable tv
I did the good son thing
and picked up the phone today.
Somethings never change.
I give you what pity
I have left.
That husband,
the prescrition
and an unnapreciative
little bastard
you need
living far away,
sat here,
wishing you well
in his own way.
All my love
on mother's day.
and picked up the phone today.
Somethings never change.
I give you what pity
I have left.
That husband,
the prescrition
and an unnapreciative
little bastard
you need
living far away,
sat here,
wishing you well
in his own way.
All my love
on mother's day.
Anonymous
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Anonymous
[font=Verdana]Mike wins, with Jamie as runner-up. Mike made me laugh, Jamie made me depressed. Both admirable goals, well achieved.
