Poetry competition CLOSED 31st January 2014 5:14am
WINNER
Belladonna-Dreams
Belladonna-Dreams
RUNNER-UP:
Ghoulie
Lonely in a crowded world
Anonymous
Vee Left DU! Why?! Anyway, what about the comp?
Anonymous
Lonely People
I look at all the lonely people.
Love, look at all the lonely people.
Jake sits in sadness,
Hugging gal pal as she smiles at her Apple in hand,
Holding his silence,
Looks out bus window,
Hoping that some day she’ll throw that iPod in the can.
I understand.
Disconnected people,
Lift up your screen-red eyes.
Disconnected people,
I feel your silent sighs.
Jake’s heart is open
As his left arm stretches over the back of the seat.
Our eyes don’t meet.
Tracks on his forearm
Trail from tattoo of a teardrop-held world incomplete.
Moments are fleet.
Oh you lonely people,
My spirit feels your cross.
Oh, poor, lovely people.
Can I retrieve your loss?
I look at all the lonely people.
Love, look at all the lonely people.
Jake’s in dark restroom
pulling the last of his ropes 'round a withering vein.
Love’s in red drain.
Opening windows,
I let his girl know, “Cops found him.
Come claim his remains.”
She never came.
Oh you lonely people,
I feel your breaking hearts.
Oh you lonely people,
It’s time to make new starts.
(sung to tune of Eleanor Rigby)
I look at all the lonely people.
Love, look at all the lonely people.
Jake sits in sadness,
Hugging gal pal as she smiles at her Apple in hand,
Holding his silence,
Looks out bus window,
Hoping that some day she’ll throw that iPod in the can.
I understand.
Disconnected people,
Lift up your screen-red eyes.
Disconnected people,
I feel your silent sighs.
Jake’s heart is open
As his left arm stretches over the back of the seat.
Our eyes don’t meet.
Tracks on his forearm
Trail from tattoo of a teardrop-held world incomplete.
Moments are fleet.
Oh you lonely people,
My spirit feels your cross.
Oh, poor, lovely people.
Can I retrieve your loss?
I look at all the lonely people.
Love, look at all the lonely people.
Jake’s in dark restroom
pulling the last of his ropes 'round a withering vein.
Love’s in red drain.
Opening windows,
I let his girl know, “Cops found him.
Come claim his remains.”
She never came.
Oh you lonely people,
I feel your breaking hearts.
Oh you lonely people,
It’s time to make new starts.
(sung to tune of Eleanor Rigby)
Anonymous
Awesome entries by everyone, we have few more days left to wrap this up :)
Daze
My eyes glaze over,
Fog in the irises,
A spinning world
Of stain and ink.
How unreal reality really is,
A spacious blur
Beneath and beyond.
A clouded atmosphere,
I breathe in the fog.
I am not like them,
Those with visions secure,
Those who have not tasted madness.
Lucky them.
A Heaviness weighs me,
Atlas atop my scalp,
A crown of finish,
A crown of thorns.
Who knew brains were red?
A curtain of hair isolates me,
Hiding me from the world,
Cocooning me transformative
And invisible to the naked eye.
But if there was ever a clothed eye
It could see me.
I squeeze my temples
Between two palms,
A craze rushes through my head.
There is an echo
Or is it only a Siren’s song?
Tell me, oh squawking owl,
Oh, oracle of the night,
Is my soul frozen over?
An icy coldness inside.
Tell me, oh squawking owl,
What Darkness is trying to hide?
My mind aches,
An island of its own,
Cloaked by mist,
But rarely a paradise…
I am indifferent;
And to its shores,
It is time to withdraw.
Written 9/6/13
My eyes glaze over,
Fog in the irises,
A spinning world
Of stain and ink.
How unreal reality really is,
A spacious blur
Beneath and beyond.
A clouded atmosphere,
I breathe in the fog.
I am not like them,
Those with visions secure,
Those who have not tasted madness.
Lucky them.
A Heaviness weighs me,
Atlas atop my scalp,
A crown of finish,
A crown of thorns.
Who knew brains were red?
A curtain of hair isolates me,
Hiding me from the world,
Cocooning me transformative
And invisible to the naked eye.
But if there was ever a clothed eye
It could see me.
I squeeze my temples
Between two palms,
A craze rushes through my head.
There is an echo
Or is it only a Siren’s song?
Tell me, oh squawking owl,
Oh, oracle of the night,
Is my soul frozen over?
An icy coldness inside.
Tell me, oh squawking owl,
What Darkness is trying to hide?
My mind aches,
An island of its own,
Cloaked by mist,
But rarely a paradise…
I am indifferent;
And to its shores,
It is time to withdraw.
Written 9/6/13
Empath
Walking into a crowded room,
this is easier said than done.
The immediate deluge of energy,
pressing hotly against my skin;
constricting the space in my head.
Hearing every conversation, yet none,
casual chatter becomes white noise;
audio dyslexically twisting my brain.
Alien emotions perculate in my chest,
and suddenly I feel deeply saddened.
The unexpected rising of naked grief,
overwhelming and all consuming.
It is too much I need to breathe.
Sure that this feeling is not my own
I retreat to splash water and... Be.
Walking into a crowded room,
this is easier said than done.
The immediate deluge of energy,
pressing hotly against my skin;
constricting the space in my head.
Hearing every conversation, yet none,
casual chatter becomes white noise;
audio dyslexically twisting my brain.
Alien emotions perculate in my chest,
and suddenly I feel deeply saddened.
The unexpected rising of naked grief,
overwhelming and all consuming.
It is too much I need to breathe.
Sure that this feeling is not my own
I retreat to splash water and... Be.
Little pill, come touch me
Sylvia is my friend, come touch me
Show me how this ends
Tell me there's an end
I feel like I am...
I am something I don't know
Some place where sorrow grows
A place where doubt is stemmed
My dearest, come hold me
Warm my lonely soul, come hold me
But the coldness is inside
And you're just papers where my words reside
I forgot, I remember
You used to hold my hand
When I face the mirror
You keep me on land
I wish...I am
The me that I am not
To smile again
Without feeling like later I'll get shot
I wish I could be living while alive
And not be dying while dying
And not long for the man named Death
To give away a gift of precious breath
Sylvia is my friend, come touch me
Show me how this ends
Tell me there's an end
I feel like I am...
I am something I don't know
Some place where sorrow grows
A place where doubt is stemmed
My dearest, come hold me
Warm my lonely soul, come hold me
But the coldness is inside
And you're just papers where my words reside
I forgot, I remember
You used to hold my hand
When I face the mirror
You keep me on land
I wish...I am
The me that I am not
To smile again
Without feeling like later I'll get shot
I wish I could be living while alive
And not be dying while dying
And not long for the man named Death
To give away a gift of precious breath
Hey there, Mr. Clutch, don't be so anti-reality,
Do you have a gripe with society?
wondering why its content with normality;
is out of place, out of context, in a time it deals with fatalities,
we walk the pavement,
we see the poor looking for some heroin,
while the upper man hits the weights living with his mirrors filled of "juicing" ignorance,
heavy glow, blowing that puff puff away,
forget the rest and have a mind trip,
yea relax and let the grand prestige marquee show go off the rails,
say the killer who haves no spleen just a will to see me bleed,
dedicated to the anonymous person who praises false songs of ease,
while the realist, hard achieving, over thinkers...
see the fall...
clinching our teeth, we sink, in this glorious rotten dying machine.
Do you have a gripe with society?
wondering why its content with normality;
is out of place, out of context, in a time it deals with fatalities,
we walk the pavement,
we see the poor looking for some heroin,
while the upper man hits the weights living with his mirrors filled of "juicing" ignorance,
heavy glow, blowing that puff puff away,
forget the rest and have a mind trip,
yea relax and let the grand prestige marquee show go off the rails,
say the killer who haves no spleen just a will to see me bleed,
dedicated to the anonymous person who praises false songs of ease,
while the realist, hard achieving, over thinkers...
see the fall...
clinching our teeth, we sink, in this glorious rotten dying machine.
Anonymous
Solitude is Salvation
I usually wake,
to cry of an infant
across the court in my complex.
It wails and screams
against the burden
of infancy and life,
I shut the window
which usually works.
But my mind is awake,
and I must quiet the
explosions of madness
therein.
So I shuffle over
to the icebox,
and pray I stocked it
with last months dole,
and the broads in here last night
didn't steal everything
after I kicked them out....
The tension is thick in my heart
as I open the door.....
HOSANNAH!! There are Angels!
And they have blessed me!
A half-frozen bottle of russian nectar
lies prostrate in the freezer.
Pornographically beckoning me
with its sweaty curved bottle,
and thin neck.
It dares me to take it!
And ravish its insides with
my tongue!
In wild lonely celebrations
of the absence of my
kind, my dull, greedy,
selfish, whore-mongering kind.
Serenity? Where?
It is where
everyone else is not...
I usually wake,
to cry of an infant
across the court in my complex.
It wails and screams
against the burden
of infancy and life,
I shut the window
which usually works.
But my mind is awake,
and I must quiet the
explosions of madness
therein.
So I shuffle over
to the icebox,
and pray I stocked it
with last months dole,
and the broads in here last night
didn't steal everything
after I kicked them out....
The tension is thick in my heart
as I open the door.....
HOSANNAH!! There are Angels!
And they have blessed me!
A half-frozen bottle of russian nectar
lies prostrate in the freezer.
Pornographically beckoning me
with its sweaty curved bottle,
and thin neck.
It dares me to take it!
And ravish its insides with
my tongue!
In wild lonely celebrations
of the absence of my
kind, my dull, greedy,
selfish, whore-mongering kind.
Serenity? Where?
It is where
everyone else is not...
Anonymous
I would like to thank the prolific panel of judges for their invaluable time and effort in selecting and choosing the winning poems.
Mr. Alexander Case (case28)...........Ms. Le Fay (Mourganna)............Mr. Semaj (0913338)
All the entries were exceptionally amazing.
The critiques and suggestions for each chosen poem by the judges were instrumental in selecting the winners.
Congratulations:
1. Empath by BellaDonna-Dreams
2. The departed by Audeamus
3. Covetous Creature by Miss B. Gotten
Honorary highlight .... Daze by Myth Malefactress
My sincere appreciation to everyone who submitted in this comp, your ink is an extension of yourselves and thank you for sharing with all of us.
Mr. Alexander Case (case28)...........Ms. Le Fay (Mourganna)............Mr. Semaj (0913338)
All the entries were exceptionally amazing.
The critiques and suggestions for each chosen poem by the judges were instrumental in selecting the winners.
Congratulations:
1. Empath by BellaDonna-Dreams
2. The departed by Audeamus
3. Covetous Creature by Miss B. Gotten
Honorary highlight .... Daze by Myth Malefactress
My sincere appreciation to everyone who submitted in this comp, your ink is an extension of yourselves and thank you for sharing with all of us.
Me???????? OH WOW!!!!!! Yay yay yay yay!!!! I am overwhelmed, I can't believe I won it, what an amazing compliment!!! My first time winning one of these competitions. Thank you so much, just what I needed after a particularly hard week, this has really put a smile on my face.
Thank you again to all that voted, I appreciate it more than you know. xxx
Thank you again to all that voted, I appreciate it more than you know. xxx
Congratulations Belladonna!!!! It was a very close comp and a tough decision, but your poem stood out for it's originality and great imagery. Well done to the runners up Audeamus and Miss B. Gotten (Ghoulie), both great poems in their own right.
Well done to all who participated, it was great to see so many entries and I enjoyed reading them all... and I mustn't forget my fellow judges... hi!
Vee, thank you for inviting me to take part in your comp and for popping my guest judge cherry, it's been wholesome.
It must be lunchtime, my comments are leaning towards food... I'm in need of a feed.
Well done to all who participated, it was great to see so many entries and I enjoyed reading them all... and I mustn't forget my fellow judges... hi!
Vee, thank you for inviting me to take part in your comp and for popping my guest judge cherry, it's been wholesome.
It must be lunchtime, my comments are leaning towards food... I'm in need of a feed.
