Poetry competition CLOSED 6th November 2013 2:42pm
WINNER
EmptyTree
EmptyTree
Oh Pie!
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem or prose about pie
Describe in detail what's in your pie.
Throw it in someone's face (no names please), offer us a taste,
tell us why we should buy
And let fly...
Throw it in someone's face (no names please), offer us a taste,
tell us why we should buy
And let fly...
Eat Your Mistake, Bitch
Flaky delicate crust
Like the trust
You shattered that night
Bringing tears to my eyes
Filling my heart with spite
Sweet ripened peaches
For how far your tongue reaches
Into the mouth that was on my pussy
When you tasted his lips in that kiss
Honey, you were tasting me
Vodka, vodka! To wash it down
Emerge in it until you drown
For that time that turned grim
For the drunkenness you were in
When you had the nighttime swim
The pie is hot and ready
You're just in time, old buddy
I'm about to smash your face into it
Until your eyes are black
Your nose broken, and you look like shit
Yum... Revenge tastes good
As I always knew it would :)
Flaky delicate crust
Like the trust
You shattered that night
Bringing tears to my eyes
Filling my heart with spite
Sweet ripened peaches
For how far your tongue reaches
Into the mouth that was on my pussy
When you tasted his lips in that kiss
Honey, you were tasting me
Vodka, vodka! To wash it down
Emerge in it until you drown
For that time that turned grim
For the drunkenness you were in
When you had the nighttime swim
The pie is hot and ready
You're just in time, old buddy
I'm about to smash your face into it
Until your eyes are black
Your nose broken, and you look like shit
Yum... Revenge tastes good
As I always knew it would :)
A pie it is, is it not?
A boon or bane, no matter-
Whichever, it still vexes me so
That my skin remains to touch
That my nose lingers to smell
Whatever it holds within
I wish not the ability to tell
Yet I shall reveal it with my sin
For my demons to be delighted.
A little of the things sorrow has brought
marinated with my own twist,
A dab of romance for the belle
And Let hormones get excited,
A little soil from the ground ‘neath my feet
But little is more than what you’ve thought,
A star beyond my sight and unattainable;
Merely it’s essence gathered from dreams
And last a pinch of my own frustrations!
Let it bake through Time’s oven
Let it stir up from the inside out
To bake, just to bake, oh it’ll be heaven!
Heh, I’m not deranged without a doubt.
You’ll love it, my dead lover sure did
It was her last bite of anything delicious!
A moment different from her life so arid
Yet odd, her mouth then became caseous.
A pie it is! Is it not?
A boon or bane, no matter-
Whichever, it still vexes me so
That my skin remains to touch
That my nose lingers to smell
Whatever it holds within
I wish not the ability to tell
Yet I shall reveal it with my sin
For my demons to be delighted.
A little of the things sorrow has brought
marinated with my own twist,
A dab of romance for the belle
And Let hormones get excited,
A little soil from the ground ‘neath my feet
But little is more than what you’ve thought,
A star beyond my sight and unattainable;
Merely it’s essence gathered from dreams
And last a pinch of my own frustrations!
Let it bake through Time’s oven
Let it stir up from the inside out
To bake, just to bake, oh it’ll be heaven!
Heh, I’m not deranged without a doubt.
You’ll love it, my dead lover sure did
It was her last bite of anything delicious!
A moment different from her life so arid
Yet odd, her mouth then became caseous.
A pie it is! Is it not?
Anonymous
SWEET REVENGE
Two cups of mud
Half cup of dog shit
Quarter cup cat piss
One big spite
Last my secret ingredient
Half cup pimple puss
Mixed in with the crust
Buy my pie
This is what you get
Jam it in somebody's face
I did
Sweet revenge
Two cups of mud
Half cup of dog shit
Quarter cup cat piss
One big spite
Last my secret ingredient
Half cup pimple puss
Mixed in with the crust
Buy my pie
This is what you get
Jam it in somebody's face
I did
Sweet revenge
Anonymous
I Love Me Some Pie
Mmmmm…I love me some pie
give me a big old slice
all warm and gooey
it sure tastes nice
Squishing it between my fingers
smearing it all over my face
licking it up with my tongue
until there’s not a single trace
I love a good pear
but my favorite is cherry
first timers say when I tear into it
things can get a little hairy
So next time you’re in the kitchen
bent over checking the oven
remember the secret to a good pie is
inserting a little homemade lovin’
Mmmmm…I love me some pie
give me a big old slice
all warm and gooey
it sure tastes nice
Squishing it between my fingers
smearing it all over my face
licking it up with my tongue
until there’s not a single trace
I love a good pear
but my favorite is cherry
first timers say when I tear into it
things can get a little hairy
So next time you’re in the kitchen
bent over checking the oven
remember the secret to a good pie is
inserting a little homemade lovin’
Pie is the worlds best therapist.
It keeps you company no matter what.
Its sweet decadent scent lingers from the oven,
that sweet smell of cinnamon and apples,
bleeding into the air.
Then taking a slice,
knife cutting through the soft flour.
With just a little spice,
Take it into the autumn day so fair,
And drinking a cocktail of 516* and snapple.
the wind flows through with all its cool lovin',
and you take another cut,
And enjoy the season you so much missed.
It keeps you company no matter what.
Its sweet decadent scent lingers from the oven,
that sweet smell of cinnamon and apples,
bleeding into the air.
Then taking a slice,
knife cutting through the soft flour.
With just a little spice,
Take it into the autumn day so fair,
And drinking a cocktail of 516* and snapple.
the wind flows through with all its cool lovin',
and you take another cut,
And enjoy the season you so much missed.
Anonymous
Thanks for the entries, all. It was all a treat to read. :)
Anonymous
Congratulations Empty Tree! Great write! And thank you Artina Heartflash for a fun competition! I mean...who doesn't like Pie!!!
tornado
tornado
