Poetry competition CLOSED 9th February 2014 4:43pm
WINNER
Gemini (Geminitalian)
Gemini (Geminitalian)
RUNNER-UP:
caxton
What should Poetry convey?
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
see below for details...
All welcome to enter
submit a short piece (somewhere around 100 words}
that begins with one of the following lines
-poetry should
or
poetry shouldn't
I'd like to hear views on the function of poetry in society- what can it do, should it do, or not do?
title your work, please
inbox any questions to me
2 weeks
Anonymous
I will be back...great idea!
Anonymous
Express Yourself
Poetry should express
Your feelings and stress
A way to break free
From reality
To show the true you
Letting it all go, don't stew
Be free how we dream
Don't internally scream
Letting the poison flow
Ink letting it go
Words writing our lives
Our hearts it revives
Showing us to be real
That we don't have to kneel
In pain and shame, some know
How pain can have such a blow
But letting it all out
Lets go of self doubt
Letting us move on
The poison mostly gone.
Poetry should express
Your feelings and stress
A way to break free
From reality
To show the true you
Letting it all go, don't stew
Be free how we dream
Don't internally scream
Letting the poison flow
Ink letting it go
Words writing our lives
Our hearts it revives
Showing us to be real
That we don't have to kneel
In pain and shame, some know
How pain can have such a blow
But letting it all out
Lets go of self doubt
Letting us move on
The poison mostly gone.
Anonymous
thank you all so far :-)
Take your trophy
and discard it for scrap.
Vulnerabilities shrouded
in a metaphoric fog
weaving webs of subtlety and surprise.
Weaknesses cloaked,
cast below the surfaces
of strength and grotesque imagery.
Any qualities
deemed worthy to redeem him
tattered bloody, decorations spattered
in a canvas of fragile men
cowering in the darkness.
Fuck the trophies, fuck honour.
I'm more alive
with innocent blood on my hands.
and discard it for scrap.
Vulnerabilities shrouded
in a metaphoric fog
weaving webs of subtlety and surprise.
Weaknesses cloaked,
cast below the surfaces
of strength and grotesque imagery.
Any qualities
deemed worthy to redeem him
tattered bloody, decorations spattered
in a canvas of fragile men
cowering in the darkness.
Fuck the trophies, fuck honour.
I'm more alive
with innocent blood on my hands.
An Art Form
Poetry should
belong to those
who understand it
you should never chop wood
if your hand on the axe
cannot grasp it
centrafugal force alone
may keep the eggs in the basket
but if you're swinging them high
and your mind's blown
it may be time to stop
and start asklng .
Poetry cannot be
taught
it's a natural skill
that comes from within
there's many meanings
a lot to be deciphered
you can't say you've pinned it
and this is the wrong
or right one
there is no trick
it simply is
an art form .
Poetry should
belong to those
who understand it
you should never chop wood
if your hand on the axe
cannot grasp it
centrafugal force alone
may keep the eggs in the basket
but if you're swinging them high
and your mind's blown
it may be time to stop
and start asklng .
Poetry cannot be
taught
it's a natural skill
that comes from within
there's many meanings
a lot to be deciphered
you can't say you've pinned it
and this is the wrong
or right one
there is no trick
it simply is
an art form .
Poetry
Poetry should...
explore and share
vivid thoughts
on sights seen
the site I stand
beneath the thin
skin of real
are my imagery
Convey
the thoughts
the emotions
the beauty
of a tapestry
with threads
Of words
Sharing
Poetry shouldn't...
lack deep thoughts
in stringing words
to paint scenes
of things as are.
Poetry should...
explore and share
vivid thoughts
on sights seen
the site I stand
beneath the thin
skin of real
are my imagery
Convey
the thoughts
the emotions
the beauty
of a tapestry
with threads
Of words
Sharing
Poetry shouldn't...
lack deep thoughts
in stringing words
to paint scenes
of things as are.
poetry should hurt
versicle, yet hard hitting
first work within, end witting
baroque like an epic rams bicorn
even at odds can epigrams smitten
poetry should never scorn
be it underground or blue ribbon
durable in all it's forms
thought, spoken, written
versicle, yet hard hitting
first work within, end witting
baroque like an epic rams bicorn
even at odds can epigrams smitten
poetry should never scorn
be it underground or blue ribbon
durable in all it's forms
thought, spoken, written
Anonymous
I just want to remind everyone to title their work 
thank's
good stuff thus far
thank's
good stuff thus far
"This Is Why I Write"
Poetry should
come from the soul
At times it comes out masterfully like
Bukowski or Fante
but more often than not
it’s as pathetically piss poor as the work of
Paterson or E.L. James
reeking of a writer’s most gut wrenching enemy;
Main-stream-ism
I don’t do it for you
and I couldn’t give a rat’s ass what you think
any more than you give a shit what runs through my demented dome
I don’t write for money or fame or notoriety
however, I’ll gladly accept it if it comes my way
If you want to publish me, then publish me
but if you expect me to edit to suit your readers
you can tongue fuck my rectum
and while you’re down there
be sure to anally intrude me like angel
with a serpents tongue
until She leaves my mind
‘cause everything brings Her to mind:
my lighter
the reaper
my bookshelf
the ringtone
even the plaque in the god damned park
reminds me of Her;
and the list goes on…
I write to remember Her
and I write to forget
I write to sort through the clutter in my skull
as a cheap therapy
that allows me to converse with my soul
because it’s more freeing than a cocktail
and less hassle than shooting smack
and unless I leave all of me on that page
it’s unsuccessful;
no matter how many people
read it or
love it.
Poetry should
come from the soul
At times it comes out masterfully like
Bukowski or Fante
but more often than not
it’s as pathetically piss poor as the work of
Paterson or E.L. James
reeking of a writer’s most gut wrenching enemy;
Main-stream-ism
I don’t do it for you
and I couldn’t give a rat’s ass what you think
any more than you give a shit what runs through my demented dome
I don’t write for money or fame or notoriety
however, I’ll gladly accept it if it comes my way
If you want to publish me, then publish me
but if you expect me to edit to suit your readers
you can tongue fuck my rectum
and while you’re down there
be sure to anally intrude me like angel
with a serpents tongue
until She leaves my mind
‘cause everything brings Her to mind:
my lighter
the reaper
my bookshelf
the ringtone
even the plaque in the god damned park
reminds me of Her;
and the list goes on…
I write to remember Her
and I write to forget
I write to sort through the clutter in my skull
as a cheap therapy
that allows me to converse with my soul
because it’s more freeing than a cocktail
and less hassle than shooting smack
and unless I leave all of me on that page
it’s unsuccessful;
no matter how many people
read it or
love it.
Anonymous
POETRY SHOULD
poetry should be you, on paper
in black and white
italic and bold
truth of some kind
or lies told to illustrate a story
doesn't matter, really
since poetry is transparent
opaque, solid or wavering
poetry should be fluid
weaving through the fingers and threads
of the lives of those
who have yet to be truly touched
by their own words
poetry should convince them all
to speak up
and listen
poetry should be you, on paper
in black and white
italic and bold
truth of some kind
or lies told to illustrate a story
doesn't matter, really
since poetry is transparent
opaque, solid or wavering
poetry should be fluid
weaving through the fingers and threads
of the lives of those
who have yet to be truly touched
by their own words
poetry should convince them all
to speak up
and listen
Anonymous
loving these so far
