Poetry competition CLOSED 31st January 2014 5:14am
WINNER
Belladonna-Dreams
Belladonna-Dreams
RUNNER-UP:
Ghoulie
Lonely in a crowded world
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Lonely is the heart bleeding alone
Describe the state of loneliness, detached, misunderstood, an imprisonment of its own. In a dark world where days blend into nights without a ray of hope.
New or old poems
Poems only
No collab
No word limit
One entry per participant
Grammar and spelling checked
New or old poems
Poems only
No collab
No word limit
One entry per participant
Grammar and spelling checked
Anonymous
Thank you very much LoveMinusZero for starting the comp :)
Anonymous
Living Ghost
On this busy street
I watch the crowds of people
as they move along in haste
and yet I am wrapped in silence
A living ghost
my soul is barren
forsaken
lost
Your smile
that once
put me back together
when my fragile existence
would start to unravel
could no longer take the unbearable
weight of my sorrow
You were my heartbeat
You were my breath
I am suffocating without you.
On this busy street
I watch the crowds of people
as they move along in haste
and yet I am wrapped in silence
A living ghost
my soul is barren
forsaken
lost
Your smile
that once
put me back together
when my fragile existence
would start to unravel
could no longer take the unbearable
weight of my sorrow
You were my heartbeat
You were my breath
I am suffocating without you.
Scared little boy, scarred man. I am.
I am drowsy yet wide awake.
I wonder if it has anything to do with the new medication I take.
I hear a buzzing in the silence.
I see dancing shadows on the walls.
I want to feel alive again.
I am drowsy yet wide awake.
I pretend that my heart isn't crying for a cigarette.
I feel as if my world is crumbling.
I touch my chest to hear the beating of my heart.
I worry that I might not make it.
I cry because I'll have so little to leave behind.
I am drowsy yet wide awake.
I understand so little of the path in front of me.
I say farewell to the future all to often.
I dream that someday the past will stop haunting me.
I try to move away from all my fears.
I hope to really catch some sleep tonight.
I am drowsy yet wide awake.
I am drowsy yet wide awake.
I wonder if it has anything to do with the new medication I take.
I hear a buzzing in the silence.
I see dancing shadows on the walls.
I want to feel alive again.
I am drowsy yet wide awake.
I pretend that my heart isn't crying for a cigarette.
I feel as if my world is crumbling.
I touch my chest to hear the beating of my heart.
I worry that I might not make it.
I cry because I'll have so little to leave behind.
I am drowsy yet wide awake.
I understand so little of the path in front of me.
I say farewell to the future all to often.
I dream that someday the past will stop haunting me.
I try to move away from all my fears.
I hope to really catch some sleep tonight.
I am drowsy yet wide awake.
"I'm Ok"
Sometimes I'm ok--
Although I might be feeling squashed and uneasy
For some reason
And sometimes I'm ok
Because I'll have a pretty good day
And I'm not too unhappy and out of sorts
And sometimes I'll say I'm ok
And have to rethink just what I said
And if I just told a lie
And sometimes I'm ok
Even though I just expressed an opinion
And was laughed at
And sometimes I'm ok
Because I'm in the company of someone nicer
Than the person who just made me feel not ok
And sometimes I'm ok
Because I think I should be feeling ok
And my life would be meaningless if I'm not ok
And sometimes I'm ok
Because I wrote a piece of poetry
That expresses how I think I feel
And sometimes I'm ok
Because nothing happened that day
That was too bad.
So sometimes if someone asks how I am
I can say I'm ok and hope that someday
I will really be ok
Sometimes I'm ok--
Although I might be feeling squashed and uneasy
For some reason
And sometimes I'm ok
Because I'll have a pretty good day
And I'm not too unhappy and out of sorts
And sometimes I'll say I'm ok
And have to rethink just what I said
And if I just told a lie
And sometimes I'm ok
Even though I just expressed an opinion
And was laughed at
And sometimes I'm ok
Because I'm in the company of someone nicer
Than the person who just made me feel not ok
And sometimes I'm ok
Because I think I should be feeling ok
And my life would be meaningless if I'm not ok
And sometimes I'm ok
Because I wrote a piece of poetry
That expresses how I think I feel
And sometimes I'm ok
Because nothing happened that day
That was too bad.
So sometimes if someone asks how I am
I can say I'm ok and hope that someday
I will really be ok
.:Impressions of George Tooker's Subway.edit:.
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a hush meets each eye
and it may be why
we pass amongst figures that we all pass by
shifting eyes shift from side to side
the murmuring of messages wherein none of them lie
climbing; an elevation for a human experience
the focus of the host is
one seeking deliverance
the continuing, the believing
it’s the inevitable way
broad order of things taking place with each day
placed into a context where there's no exchange
nothing’s for certain and yet
all of its strange
we can't change
in the avoiding of any & all fear
too many times it’s found along here
exposure so precise; it’s a fixed calculation
fear replicates each new situation
each blinking eye
with its worrisome looks
wondering after strangers, are
they the new crooks
today's stop & go it’s a huge tug of war
places of isolation that troubles one’s core
a safe place to share; a feeling that’s needed
where the sober in the crowd
traverse unimpeded
we seek the smile that
invites connection
a chance at warmth that will yield protection
something from another; another to discover
don’t want you as stranger
but, don’t need you as
”other”
Imagined sex
If I have no companion in my bed
It always feels quite lonesome
I have learned a trick that helps
It really is quite awesome
Lying in my bed alone
I try to get well aroused
I turn on my stomach
And imagine my cock is housed
It feels that it might be
In a familiar cunt
But which one does it feel
My mind will have to hunt
Each of the girls that I know
Feel different in their slit
Some are tight and some loose
All vary in their fit
So I can imagine I'm having sex
With several girls together
It does as an interim
Until I get something better
If I have no companion in my bed
It always feels quite lonesome
I have learned a trick that helps
It really is quite awesome
Lying in my bed alone
I try to get well aroused
I turn on my stomach
And imagine my cock is housed
It feels that it might be
In a familiar cunt
But which one does it feel
My mind will have to hunt
Each of the girls that I know
Feel different in their slit
Some are tight and some loose
All vary in their fit
So I can imagine I'm having sex
With several girls together
It does as an interim
Until I get something better
I Strive Out Of Reach
The end
of an era
before
it could be
the up coming
from the under
is over
finale
I try not
to remember
the what could of
never been
I hide
without cover
because
I'm not seen
I'm a father
a brother
but a nothing
to my Queen
I try
but why
bother
as you'll never
want for me
I'm untied
and wide open
gaining more
injuries
I'm below
thick cloud cover
as the sun
shines brightly
I'm the only damn number
that equates
to empty
I fill up
then spill over
losing my
quantity
I'm alive
but don't breathe
I strive
out of reach
my eyes
cannot see
fuck the woods
for the trees
I still have blood
throughout me
no matter what
I still feel.
The end
of an era
before
it could be
the up coming
from the under
is over
finale
I try not
to remember
the what could of
never been
I hide
without cover
because
I'm not seen
I'm a father
a brother
but a nothing
to my Queen
I try
but why
bother
as you'll never
want for me
I'm untied
and wide open
gaining more
injuries
I'm below
thick cloud cover
as the sun
shines brightly
I'm the only damn number
that equates
to empty
I fill up
then spill over
losing my
quantity
I'm alive
but don't breathe
I strive
out of reach
my eyes
cannot see
fuck the woods
for the trees
I still have blood
throughout me
no matter what
I still feel.
Anonymous
I wish I could
paint something
prettier
on the inside
of my eyelids,
something with color
and light.
I strive for
the impossible
and open my eyes
to a cold world
with no one
around me.
I am like
a newborn child,
confused,
and lost,
left on the side
of the street.
I clutch on
to the nothing
that I am,
so that I will
continue to exist
for my imaginary
friends.
paint something
prettier
on the inside
of my eyelids,
something with color
and light.
I strive for
the impossible
and open my eyes
to a cold world
with no one
around me.
I am like
a newborn child,
confused,
and lost,
left on the side
of the street.
I clutch on
to the nothing
that I am,
so that I will
continue to exist
for my imaginary
friends.
My inbox is empty
The phone never rings
No knocks on my door
No letters for me
7 days a week
Spent in solitude
My heart beats weaker
With each lonely moon
And where are you?
My many friends
Do you feel my pain?
Do you understand?
You don't.
You can't.
You never will.
So how can you judge
My desire to kill?
The phone never rings
No knocks on my door
No letters for me
7 days a week
Spent in solitude
My heart beats weaker
With each lonely moon
And where are you?
My many friends
Do you feel my pain?
Do you understand?
You don't.
You can't.
You never will.
So how can you judge
My desire to kill?
A canvas that can't stay painted,
Is a canvas they call tainted.
I sit on a grey bench, passed by shadows.
Shades of someone I used to know.
I take a breath, the only one to breathe,
In this town, is me.
A sky as white as snow, the ground too.
I wish there was a person to talk to.
A narrow hall lies before me,
Filled with as many doors as can be.
No name plaques, no people inside.
Just empty rooms, with the doors open wide.
Paintings line my path, paintings dull and grey.
Filled with faceless figures, all the way.
The door at the end is opened too,
I walk inside, and find nothing is true.
The world is empty, yet filled with grey.
I am a canvas that colors can't stay.
So I guess, I'm like everyone,
But why is it, I am shunned?
Is it because I realized,
They are faceless, those who passed by.
That's okay, that's okay.
I don't need them anyway.
Is a canvas they call tainted.
I sit on a grey bench, passed by shadows.
Shades of someone I used to know.
I take a breath, the only one to breathe,
In this town, is me.
A sky as white as snow, the ground too.
I wish there was a person to talk to.
A narrow hall lies before me,
Filled with as many doors as can be.
No name plaques, no people inside.
Just empty rooms, with the doors open wide.
Paintings line my path, paintings dull and grey.
Filled with faceless figures, all the way.
The door at the end is opened too,
I walk inside, and find nothing is true.
The world is empty, yet filled with grey.
I am a canvas that colors can't stay.
So I guess, I'm like everyone,
But why is it, I am shunned?
Is it because I realized,
They are faceless, those who passed by.
That's okay, that's okay.
I don't need them anyway.
Lies, deception and time spiral out of control
Contemplations see-sawing as each corner is approached
Can you see where my eyebrows used to reside?
For an arched brow is now forever present
Was my hair blonde or red, I cannot remember
Life circles come back to haunt but are forgeries
A barking dog triggers this moment while walking
And suddenly this whole new world whizzes by
And my shaved head feels each breath of poisoned futures
Tomorrow's will be dark but I can never return
Deep in the void
Contemplations see-sawing as each corner is approached
Can you see where my eyebrows used to reside?
For an arched brow is now forever present
Was my hair blonde or red, I cannot remember
Life circles come back to haunt but are forgeries
A barking dog triggers this moment while walking
And suddenly this whole new world whizzes by
And my shaved head feels each breath of poisoned futures
Tomorrow's will be dark but I can never return
Deep in the void
