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The Invisible Poet challenge

poet Anonymous

Poetry Contest

Write how you feel when no one seems to pay attention
Clarification: Write about how you feel when you express yourself in some manner and no one seems to pay any attention to you


Do you ever feel like a minnow shouting from the mouth of a whale?
Like a lonely wolf which hears no response when howling at the moon?
Do you feel like a performer on a stage and the audience is too busy talking about popcorn, noisy children in the aisles or some other matter to notice your act?
Feel like a preacher who cannot wake his sheep even when his podium cracks loudly from his pounding?
Feel like a lover who cannot get his message across to the beloved? Perhaps his/her mailbox is full of valentines, and he/she is off dancing in the desert with a mirage?

Describe your frustration, love, longing, pain, confusion, etc. in metaphors/imagery like above, or in your own creative comparisons.
AT CLOSE OF YOUR PIECE, give it a happy ending; State what you would feel if one person were to notice your efforts and express appreciation.

Two entries max per author.
Please proofread before submitting. Proper grammar and spelling are important. (I am no perfectionist, but these help me to understand your thoughts and feelings.)

If you would like a critique of your own poetry, I will offer mine; Just ask me in email.

Thanks for sharing.

night-star
Rhiannon
Thought Provoker
United States
Joined 11th Oct 2013
Forum Posts: 154

my shouting is a sorrow
heard by those who are none
my pain is a knife
wearing me down with each passing stab
it seams i am the wind
noticed by few
if i was only noticed by
a person that is just a rain drop
two misfits togther are
two peices of a whole
the beautiful, flourishing world
opens up as we step through
and shout "here we are!"

Amused_Muse
Tainted_Muse
Twisted Dreamer
United States 1awards
Joined 30th July 2011
Forum Posts: 28

I didnt see the part about happy endings until I skimmed again,but my two entries are poems I wrote and refused to reveal and let me read for the longest time.




"Kayleigh Marie Broyles"

Today was five years,five years since you went away.
I cant think of anything to honor you or anything to say.
Mommy still loves you and I hope you are okay.
Daddy is very happy but I hope he's thinking of you today.

We never wanted to lose you,but we were young and had no choice.
Im sorry I couldnt ask you,but you were an embryo with no voice.

I really miss you baby though I never saw your face.
Im sure you were beautiful,my sweet angel full of grace.

We didnt want to hurt you,or send you away,
but believe me when I say my heart has a hole only you could fill today.

6 weeks and twenty four hours is all you had with us.
I cried until I thought I died I couldnt even cuss.

Naive and in love and much too young to raise a child,
have you forgiven us?

Mommy has never forgiven herself and it makes her angry yet.
I wont ever stop missing you and I never will forget.

My first,my little lost girl,you left us way too soon.
Daddy wrote you a song on his guitar,no words,just a little tune.

Amused_Muse
Tainted_Muse
Twisted Dreamer
United States 1awards
Joined 30th July 2011
Forum Posts: 28

"Isabella"
I long for the silkiness of your hair on my face.
Showing me how to touch you in that secret place.
Why do I think of you in the manner?
Im a woman,your not a man,does that matter?
Im beginning to think I am more than straight,
because I am constantly yearning for girls thighs on my face.
Not that I dont like a nice throbbing cock,
But Im beginning to think that I like you a lot.
I want to suck on your supple little breasts.
Please rub me harder thats how I like it best.
I crave to nuzzle your secret,
And take a picture of when two girls kiss.
Our breasts rubbing together is pure bliss.
Why am I even thinking this?
I cant get women off my mind,
of all of them,your my type.
Oh my little sexy girl.
Please indulge me in this lesbian world.
I wouldn't mind if a man joined us,
just as long as I get to lick your puss.
But for now another horny fantasy,
of what could be.
You could be the little death of me.

poet Anonymous

Rhiannon, you have the idea.
Amused Muse, you've lots of emotion there, but I don't see an example of your audience being unresponsive to your feelings in the second submission. The first submission is clear why the daughter cannot respond. Perhaps the happy ending may be that she hears your own heartbeat (and music) from beyond. I believe she does.

I added a clarification of what the challenge is, in my first post. My apologies if I wasn't specific enough at first.

poet Anonymous

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Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
122awards
Joined 25th Aug 2011
Forum Posts: 16073

Silent Screams

Your eyes move
in sync with my lips
your smile fixed
your hands clasped mine
thats beautiful
you whisper
and touched my lips
with yours
my poem was of sorrow
and grief

You look at me
from across the floor
smile in happiness
as I recited a poem
of lost children
and grieving mothers
war and its atrocities
you whisper into my ears
later, love in your eyes
lets go home now

I wrote on your birthday cards
the Christmas cards
get well cards
Poems written personally
especially for you
you never read them
you just smile lovingly
never wanting to know
anything about my passion
your passion is you

I stopped writing you
no more recitals
my poems returned to
personal pages
they were no longer for you
you did not miss
what you did not understand
you have moved on
and so have I
My poems now are for another.

Dragonyear
Fire of Insight
United States 4awards
Joined 1st Mar 2011
Forum Posts: 323

Banished into Scenery





Wilting


The plant by your computer



If only you could hear my dire screams of thirst

   
You are impossibly insensitive    
   
   
Luster diminishes to dry browning edges

Dehydrating at the mercy of your mindless neglect

Why did you strip seedling from nature

If you are too self absorbed to give living things water

Silent coughs of sand from indiscernible vernacular


                < writhing in anguish >    


As you walk by a hundred times with glasses full of the very thing I need

If only you could spill a few drops my way

Relieve the suffering

From this fast imposed

By virtue of your

Sickening and smug lack of care

Go ahead and tinker around on your little circuit boards

I'll just be the sentient being

Right over here

Dying by your side

LunaObscura
Utmakalitho Petragammata
Fire of Insight
United States 5awards
Joined 2nd June 2011
Forum Posts: 655

The Camouflage Prophecy

Can you look in me the eye
Over the mists of river Apathy
Or do I stalk my own silhouette
Waiting for heat death
Dragged through the mud
Insecurity and a charcoal bust
Solitude sworn anew in empty rooms
The white elephant poached, run into the ground, entombed

I’m climbing Jacob’s Ladder, practically
Trying to rise above the clatter
Of self-same worriment

Jaded, looking up to idols
Like the sun, and so losing that much sense
Introspection, reflection, looking out on eyelids
Might better serve esteem

poet Anonymous

You all have amazing talents. Thank you and keep the train rolling...

Smoogej1s
Taylor
Fire of Insight
United States 16awards
Joined 15th Apr 2011
Forum Posts: 267

Hello?

hello...
its me
I'm still here
can you hear me?
hello?!?

I've been locked away
for so long
ever since things
went wrong
hello?

I still have my sight
and I can see
the light is in here with me
we are completely surrounded
by shadows
and dark
it seems they mean to do us harm
hello?

we wish
that you would listen
we think
we can help if you let us
but you have to listen...
to us
hello?

are you at all aware
we're in the dark
and kind of scared
but we really think
that if you will
listen to us that we can still...
find our way out
hello?

you have not acknowledged us
for so long
we realize that a lot
has gone wrong
but if you're open
and try to see
that with our help just maybe...
we can all come out of this

I really hope you can hear
these cries
because inside
we're still alive
locked away,
myself
and the light
really think that you should fight

we know how strong
the dark can be
without the light
in here with me
I know
I wouldn't be able to see
hello?... are you listening?

to the light myself
has turned
"I wonder if he hears these words"
and to myself
the light replies
"all i know is at least we've tried"

Viddax
Lord Viddax
Guardian of Shadows
United Kingdom 31awards
Joined 10th Oct 2009
Forum Posts: 6672

Misplaced monologues


"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances"
- William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act II Scene VII


And so I pass across the stage
A royal lord renown for wisdom.
An idol of justice and titan of humanity
- Or so I see myself.

If the world's a stage
Then on most days I'm 'resting'
Far from the action and far from view.
- As if anyone pays any attention to this fool.

I paint pictures in my mind
- And they're beatiful
On a canvas no one can see
With forms none recognise to admire.

Acting the Ancient Greek Tragic Hero
In a modern day musical
Where profond monologues are misplaced
But poorly pre-recorded music are easily at hand.

But is someone watching?
One occupied seat among hundreds?
- One person is enough to make a hundred days seem worthwhile.  

poet Anonymous

Lost In Communication



I get lost in a depth that reminds me of myself
if I fly in the right direction and let go
I'll discover grounded, find the reasons
stand corrected

I can put the lessons into perspective
catalog the memories into files
store the collection as scenes from life's dance
and the paths that led to you

make time and circumstance make sense
remember to forget to look
so that I can see what's really there
we're not really here
we're everywhere and nowhere
but we're nearly there...
no matter what the weatherman say's

it's all a haze in refracted light
you'll see what you believe
if you don't look just right

realignment should be turbulent
maybe even overestimated
if the fight is worth it
there's gotta be a climax
and a crash

I'm gonna get that perspective back
it's for your eyes only but if you can't see it
I can read it
I think you'd hear it
then we'd write it different

I'll get lost in the next song til I find you again
I've got the heavens on pause
and the universe in guitar strings
rolling me away with a drum solo

not too low
not too low

I'm gonna get that perspective back
it's for your eyes only but if you can't see it
I can read it
I think you'd hear it
then we'd write it different

AktNorm9
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 1st Nov 2012
Forum Posts: 20

I always had a desire to be the daddy's little girl that he lives for....

Pretend, pretend, pretend, pretend...... and pretend once again.....

Where is your fatherly protection and unmeasurable adoration........

Why do I daydream of you fixing things and guarding my innocence as you should?

Your priorities are in order as long as you go to work everyday and pay for bills....

Evenings and Weekends are yours...Drink your beer until time no longer stands still....

A fog hovers over your memories and the time is lost within the vapors....

I am a young woman with beauty and vibrance, you forget who you are staring upon...

Once your little angel playing on the see saw in our yard; gone...

You seem too estranged from what you used to have to know what's bad from what's good.....

Or your increased consumption of beers....you become morally challenged.

Then your eyes wander through your dark, evil, sexually frustrated mind....

I hate you now, I hated you back then, I could always sense your unattainable need for pleasure and attention....

You never missed a routinely drunken evening and weekend, after all, you always had company....

As your thoughts raced during your intoxicated moments in your recliner....

You talk to those voices within your impaired and handicapped nervous system..

You look angry, delusional, and most of you send off signals of extreme madness....

Now it's everyone's fault but yours, you can't understand why we look at you with disgust....

You become instantly furious and begin an unwinnable dispute which once again was made up in your mind....

You got worse and more embarrasing, and much more obvious with your gazing eyes......

I guess when she completely lost the lust in you, that's when you snapped...

I hate myself, I hate you more, but mostly I hate her.....

I still try to understand how people are married to each other, for more than a decade..

Yet an educated woman, always reading a novel, could not know the dark and evil within your body...

Her books, evil, dark, sex and adultery;  is it not a factor of real life?

I worked up the courage to tell her because I just figured she couldn't see it....

She was not blind, she was not worried, and she was not my loving protective mother either....

After news traveled and people were in complete shock, two days passed by quickly...

I was coached into agreeing to being a liar, because my mother wanted to go back to her home...

Things will be different, he is going to quit drinking......

We are not even going to smoke cigarettes in the house anymore.....

A couple of weeks slowly crept by and the tension from his sobriety was now in full effect....

A couple instances I recall catching you red handed with a can of beer in your hand...

How sickening it was to see you down an entire beer like you were back in the days of your alcohol and acid induced years of high school...

I knew you couldn't help it,  I even feel bad that you quit for the small amount of time......

I didn't tell, I didn't care.  What was done was done....It didn't matter if you quit or not.

The next few evenings you would look over your shoulders with total adrenaline from the possibility of you getting caught....

Until the negligent forgetfulness of being drunk had you worry free trying to proclaim your rights....

and your sobriety, and denial of your questionable actions and sudden love for your truck....

As for me, the days just lingered slow as cold syrup.

Many years of ignorant unexplainable punishment emotionally, and physically and psychologically had warped my outlook.

Moving away from home after clinging to a boyfriend for the missing pieces of normal stability...

I was a stupid girl, with only a single task to find my protector....

What a neverending circle of selfishness did I find myself to have no self worth, or backbone...

Almost an entire decade of repetitive relationship abuse I had talked myself to forgive.....

I hate what they did, I hate who I was imprisoned in my own person....

I will never forget or let moments of fog settle over my memories....

They are always in my head waiting for a time to allow confrontation within my thoughts...

Or the chance to help another victim, or to empower the self worth among others....

I have been called a liar, troubled teen, pathological liar, and a deliquent.....

As an adult, with my own family now, nothing has become any easier...

I see him each day...drunk once every week or two.....

He stays away from us in his house next door and avoids my presence while he is drinking....

I never stop fearing the monster he allows to reside underneath....

I can't even say I am scared anymore,  the humiliation of the fact is most painful.....

poet Anonymous

Every one of these pieces have touched me. Know that there IS one here who Listens and Feels from your expressions.

Thank you all much for sharing.

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