Poetry competition CLOSED 28th May 2014 9:26pm
WINNER
jakehammer
jakehammer
RUNNER-UP:
souladareatease
Dark Beginnings
Poetry Contest Description
It's time...
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Artwork by JonasDeRo http://jonasdero.deviantart.com/art/The-Dark-Ages-312263111
Make it dark, birth it from your deepest wells… use this image as inspiration.
This competition is for those members who would like to try their hand at entering a competition,
but to be eligible, you can only enter if you have NOT won a trophy in the last two months.
(I don’t mean the critique trophies, I mean winning a competition on DU. And yes, I will check…)
At least 100 words
No more than 500 words
New writes only, poetry or prose is fine
Two weeks
No collabs
Please title your work
I will be judging on originality – kudos if you can surprise me.
Good grammar and spelling, please.
Go.
Artwork by JonasDeRo http://jonasdero.deviantart.com/art/The-Dark-Ages-312263111
Make it dark, birth it from your deepest wells… use this image as inspiration.
This competition is for those members who would like to try their hand at entering a competition,
but to be eligible, you can only enter if you have NOT won a trophy in the last two months.
(I don’t mean the critique trophies, I mean winning a competition on DU. And yes, I will check…)
At least 100 words
No more than 500 words
New writes only, poetry or prose is fine
Two weeks
No collabs
Please title your work
I will be judging on originality – kudos if you can surprise me.
Good grammar and spelling, please.
Go.
on a long enough timeline we all become extinct
people that think they deserve life
didn't inherit the big bite
need to stop closing their eyes
and trying to communicate with mimes
3,7,9
what did you learn?
or even try?
read a book
give a lie a try
ronin
dirty samurai
too many ring wearing
on the wrong fucking finger
finger fucking bad luck
dead ringer
drunken singer
hoping nobody hears me fall
TIMBER!!!!!!
agile and limber
beard going grey and ginger
use shadows to prince of persia facemask render
but i was born in some tinder
blister made of some kindling
and kidnapping your sister
i wasn't gonna say it
but listen up ni***s
havin a finga
on a trigga doesn't get me trippin
i like the grand canyon at sundown
whiskey in the morn
ass ride compilation porn
hooker's without sores
not having a child just to make them do chores
i'm bored
with 37 filled notebooks
rap music with no dope hooks
putting together 15 scrabble boards
so i can create one word
shark eyes and a roll back obnoxiousness
i look the other way
the new Du is so UTI
ill get another DUI just to get away for a while
these tweener pukes smile
cuz no truth been puked in a while
i'm trapped in this apartment
keeping my drugs and gun in my glove compartment
i must be retarded
i'm still here farting hoping Atakti can breed some new darkness
people that think they deserve life
didn't inherit the big bite
need to stop closing their eyes
and trying to communicate with mimes
3,7,9
what did you learn?
or even try?
read a book
give a lie a try
ronin
dirty samurai
too many ring wearing
on the wrong fucking finger
finger fucking bad luck
dead ringer
drunken singer
hoping nobody hears me fall
TIMBER!!!!!!
agile and limber
beard going grey and ginger
use shadows to prince of persia facemask render
but i was born in some tinder
blister made of some kindling
and kidnapping your sister
i wasn't gonna say it
but listen up ni***s
havin a finga
on a trigga doesn't get me trippin
i like the grand canyon at sundown
whiskey in the morn
ass ride compilation porn
hooker's without sores
not having a child just to make them do chores
i'm bored
with 37 filled notebooks
rap music with no dope hooks
putting together 15 scrabble boards
so i can create one word
shark eyes and a roll back obnoxiousness
i look the other way
the new Du is so UTI
ill get another DUI just to get away for a while
these tweener pukes smile
cuz no truth been puked in a while
i'm trapped in this apartment
keeping my drugs and gun in my glove compartment
i must be retarded
i'm still here farting hoping Atakti can breed some new darkness
Darkness Arising
They arise from their homes
dank dirty and disgusting
they hobble and wobble across the cobblestone
they look for any kind of light
they are tired of the emptiness they feel
their habitat is so unreal
like a devils den
they can't escape
the arrival of their men they await
so where is the tiny cove?
where do they spend their days in cold
deep inside the heart of the old
they are waiting for their day they get to go home
They arise from their homes
dank dirty and disgusting
they hobble and wobble across the cobblestone
they look for any kind of light
they are tired of the emptiness they feel
their habitat is so unreal
like a devils den
they can't escape
the arrival of their men they await
so where is the tiny cove?
where do they spend their days in cold
deep inside the heart of the old
they are waiting for their day they get to go home
please don't maim me 
Atakti said:Thanks, jr, for gracing this thread. You have won 3 trophies in April alone, so your submission is not eligible to win (as per the rules for this comp). However, feel free to leave it up as an inspiration to others.
on the first of april i was just kidding.....but isn't it may now?
i don't keep much track?
on the first of april i was just kidding.....but isn't it may now?
i don't keep much track?
http://i823.photobucket.com/albums/zz151/kckyrass22/the_dark_ages_by_jonasdero-d55wvrbsmall_zpsbdf92966.jpg
No entry ..this is not an entry
It was s'posed to be Columbia, but we'd flown with Ryan air so
god only knew where we'd ended up.The sign hanging over the Inn
said dead men smell like shit ..which to be honest wasn't a very
encouraging sign. we thought 'fuck it, it couldn't be any worse
than Athens 07
It was hard to catch the native tongue. damn thing hit Liam on
the side of the face with a force that made it stick momentarily
then slime it's way to the floor. the natives were laughing like
men possessed and I was beginning to think that the polished
skulls that had lined their tiny runway weren't some kind of
modern art installation after-all..
No entry ..this is not an entry
It was s'posed to be Columbia, but we'd flown with Ryan air so
god only knew where we'd ended up.The sign hanging over the Inn
said dead men smell like shit ..which to be honest wasn't a very
encouraging sign. we thought 'fuck it, it couldn't be any worse
than Athens 07
It was hard to catch the native tongue. damn thing hit Liam on
the side of the face with a force that made it stick momentarily
then slime it's way to the floor. the natives were laughing like
men possessed and I was beginning to think that the polished
skulls that had lined their tiny runway weren't some kind of
modern art installation after-all..
It is time to die.
I bring suffering and leave only death.
It is a message anyone can understand
but none can escape my herald.
I am invisible though mortals leave signs
of my touch on their homes.
A rotting corpse, crucified and hanging has become their chosen symbol
but I have already marched on.
Burrowing beneath the skin I live in loved ones
and turn their joyous return
into a black puss filled day.
Boils blacker than any heart.
Skin more taut than any animal hide.
Rivers of weeping blood that no butchery can match.
I am the lone traveller's constant companion.
There is no distinction
between rich and poor, peasant and highborn
for I choose all as my recipients.
When I am finally uncovered it is already too late
and as horror washes over all
I flow through their veins to curse more in slow death.
Though my arrival is silent in my wake echo agonised screams
Sometimes mixed with the madness of theft or rape or muder
In time all shall become as silent as the grave
My touch penetrates deep in the night
whether wall or cloth or flesh is in my way
and I speed more souls on their way.
I ride no pale horse but bring death
I wield no sword but kill untold amounts
I am not famine but leave crops withered
I am disease in nature but not by name
I am God's wrath
My judgment is death
I am the Black Plague
Europe is my host and I feast on its body.
It is time to die.
I bring suffering and leave only death.
It is a message anyone can understand
but none can escape my herald.
I am invisible though mortals leave signs
of my touch on their homes.
A rotting corpse, crucified and hanging has become their chosen symbol
but I have already marched on.
Burrowing beneath the skin I live in loved ones
and turn their joyous return
into a black puss filled day.
Boils blacker than any heart.
Skin more taut than any animal hide.
Rivers of weeping blood that no butchery can match.
I am the lone traveller's constant companion.
There is no distinction
between rich and poor, peasant and highborn
for I choose all as my recipients.
When I am finally uncovered it is already too late
and as horror washes over all
I flow through their veins to curse more in slow death.
Though my arrival is silent in my wake echo agonised screams
Sometimes mixed with the madness of theft or rape or muder
In time all shall become as silent as the grave
My touch penetrates deep in the night
whether wall or cloth or flesh is in my way
and I speed more souls on their way.
I ride no pale horse but bring death
I wield no sword but kill untold amounts
I am not famine but leave crops withered
I am disease in nature but not by name
I am God's wrath
My judgment is death
I am the Black Plague
Europe is my host and I feast on its body.
It is time to die.
