Poetry competition CLOSED 21st July 2014 5:32am
WINNER
feenixfiles
feenixfiles
RUNNERS-UP:
Grace
and rain1courtel
Anniversaries
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Your thoughts on anniversaries
Hey DU Members,
Today, July 14th, 2014 is the one-year anniversary of my joining DU. It has been a great year and I have made many virtual friends and have been inspired by so many innovative, talented poets.
I haven't started a comp in awhile and the idea of anniversaries gave me inspiration.
The premise of the competition:
Common anniversaries are:
Death, break-up, marriage, occupation, graduation, defeating an obstacle like a disease such as cancer or in another direction, an addiction, or like me, joining DU!
So, write a poem about an anniversary of an incident that has positively or negatively affected your life. When you think of this anniversary, what comes to mind?
Anger, grief, sorrow...or excitement, celebration, or a time for reflection? In the poem or in the title of the poem, identify the incident and then elaborate on what it was like on the one-year or however many year anniversary of said incident.
Rules/Guidelines:
1. No word limit (but no novels please)
2. Must be in poetry form, no prose
3. No collabs (obviously)
4. One entry per poet
5. One week (time will be extended if absolutely needed)
6. Proper grammar
7. Title the poem
8. Have fun and use your brain power!
***PM me with any questions or post any questions below
Today, July 14th, 2014 is the one-year anniversary of my joining DU. It has been a great year and I have made many virtual friends and have been inspired by so many innovative, talented poets.
I haven't started a comp in awhile and the idea of anniversaries gave me inspiration.
The premise of the competition:
Common anniversaries are:
Death, break-up, marriage, occupation, graduation, defeating an obstacle like a disease such as cancer or in another direction, an addiction, or like me, joining DU!
So, write a poem about an anniversary of an incident that has positively or negatively affected your life. When you think of this anniversary, what comes to mind?
Anger, grief, sorrow...or excitement, celebration, or a time for reflection? In the poem or in the title of the poem, identify the incident and then elaborate on what it was like on the one-year or however many year anniversary of said incident.
Rules/Guidelines:
1. No word limit (but no novels please)
2. Must be in poetry form, no prose
3. No collabs (obviously)
4. One entry per poet
5. One week (time will be extended if absolutely needed)
6. Proper grammar
7. Title the poem
8. Have fun and use your brain power!
***PM me with any questions or post any questions below
2nd Sunday of July.
Today you and i
Haha!
Today you and i would have made a declaration
a mark on the ground and in the air so we may never forget
Haha!
Second Sunday of July it was
A bit sunny just like it is
no blue skies but wasn't cold either
and i was here,right here in this spot when you popped in.
I remember every word you said
i remember how i felt
i remember every word and feeling between you and i ever since
Just like i remember every detail of every plan i been making for this day.
'Oh how he would be loved'
But you had to go ahead and mess us up week earlier,didn't you?
'Happy what would have been our first anniversary.'
13/7/2014.
Today you and i
Haha!
Today you and i would have made a declaration
a mark on the ground and in the air so we may never forget
Haha!
Second Sunday of July it was
A bit sunny just like it is
no blue skies but wasn't cold either
and i was here,right here in this spot when you popped in.
I remember every word you said
i remember how i felt
i remember every word and feeling between you and i ever since
Just like i remember every detail of every plan i been making for this day.
'Oh how he would be loved'
But you had to go ahead and mess us up week earlier,didn't you?
'Happy what would have been our first anniversary.'
13/7/2014.
PLEASE DON'T SQUEEZE THE CHARMIN
anniversaries and birthdays
are recorded on a roll of toilet paper
the more that go by
the faster the roll turns
till you finally hit
that inventible end
and poor little you
nothing of use
but a card board tube
anniversaries and birthdays
are recorded on a roll of toilet paper
the more that go by
the faster the roll turns
till you finally hit
that inventible end
and poor little you
nothing of use
but a card board tube
Hell Sink He
Happy Anniversary
it could have been the fifth
but you told me to let you be
give me time and space
living with her
your so-called ex
or is she still married
bound with a platinum ring
waiting for the hammer
to fall, I lived in limbo
I moved out, you were never there
now I love another
he will inherit
old used merchandise
but my love will be fresh
as a newly fallen snow
I will sing for no one
but he
I will live for nothing
but for his love
if he discard me like you did
at least I have loved
and was loved
even for a while
as always.
Happy Anniversary
it could have been the fifth
but you told me to let you be
give me time and space
living with her
your so-called ex
or is she still married
bound with a platinum ring
waiting for the hammer
to fall, I lived in limbo
I moved out, you were never there
now I love another
he will inherit
old used merchandise
but my love will be fresh
as a newly fallen snow
I will sing for no one
but he
I will live for nothing
but for his love
if he discard me like you did
at least I have loved
and was loved
even for a while
as always.
Anonymous
Written for a girl I grew up with who was burned alive in a revenge attack when we were just 17. It haunts me every year.
July 28th
You've been gone twelve years
while the rest of us got drunk
and got married, had kids
that none of us could afford.
I still remember your dance,
the way you held a cigarette--
the ritual cycle of hair dyes
and tattoos that followed you
and there were boy bands
on your glittered notebooks,
and emerald loves inside
your heart.
I remember your goodbye,
how the light shone
from the church window
casting colours on your death
how your mother held pews
to follow you up the aisle
as your father cried
for your wedding.
The room was silenced
realising you were gone
while your charred bones
brushed ash across silk
and I've never wanted God
so badly, than in that moment
when I stared at your coffin
with only your teeth left to burn.
Twelve years underground
and you still flame my mind;
your body is more peaceful
than mine.
July 28th
You've been gone twelve years
while the rest of us got drunk
and got married, had kids
that none of us could afford.
I still remember your dance,
the way you held a cigarette--
the ritual cycle of hair dyes
and tattoos that followed you
and there were boy bands
on your glittered notebooks,
and emerald loves inside
your heart.
I remember your goodbye,
how the light shone
from the church window
casting colours on your death
how your mother held pews
to follow you up the aisle
as your father cried
for your wedding.
The room was silenced
realising you were gone
while your charred bones
brushed ash across silk
and I've never wanted God
so badly, than in that moment
when I stared at your coffin
with only your teeth left to burn.
Twelve years underground
and you still flame my mind;
your body is more peaceful
than mine.
Anonymous
Thank you all for starting this comp off, much appreciated
Hope there's more!!!
Hope there's more!!!
Baby Blue Handsome
Three times my body rejected innocence
each time I died a little inside
a curse perhaps or maybe karma was infatuated with me
Until….his tiny voice spoke from my womb
indicated his arrival would be hard and cause depression
nothing about his journey would be baby blue handsome
nothing about his passage spoke of little cars and tug boats-
tugging at my heart in joyful ways
See, he made the choice seem so easy
each time white lab coats carrying clipboards left my hospital bed
with grim prognosis; quality of life uncertain
Subliminally encouraging me to terminate life
unlike activists carrying signs of little embryos
petitioning that our alternative way out, was a sin
and I simply didn’t care during my darkest hours
Bed ridding with tubes trying to bring someone in the world...
I had yet to love
His tiny voice said he would make me question my faith
become angry with God and lose all hope
and in the midst of his confession and gloom possibilities
he said, “I’m fragile proof of motherhood
I’m faint evidence that all hope is not lost
I’m still here trying to get to you; help me!”
He kicked, for the first time…..
6 months of hell and he finally, kicked
I trusted the little voice that had become my weak faith
and on November 16, a little boy baby blue handsome was born
making me a mother
and every year, not on the national holiday
but on his birthday @ 6:04pm, I celebrate
becoming much more,
than a mother
~Rain~
Three times my body rejected innocence
each time I died a little inside
a curse perhaps or maybe karma was infatuated with me
Until….his tiny voice spoke from my womb
indicated his arrival would be hard and cause depression
nothing about his journey would be baby blue handsome
nothing about his passage spoke of little cars and tug boats-
tugging at my heart in joyful ways
See, he made the choice seem so easy
each time white lab coats carrying clipboards left my hospital bed
with grim prognosis; quality of life uncertain
Subliminally encouraging me to terminate life
unlike activists carrying signs of little embryos
petitioning that our alternative way out, was a sin
and I simply didn’t care during my darkest hours
Bed ridding with tubes trying to bring someone in the world...
I had yet to love
His tiny voice said he would make me question my faith
become angry with God and lose all hope
and in the midst of his confession and gloom possibilities
he said, “I’m fragile proof of motherhood
I’m faint evidence that all hope is not lost
I’m still here trying to get to you; help me!”
He kicked, for the first time…..
6 months of hell and he finally, kicked
I trusted the little voice that had become my weak faith
and on November 16, a little boy baby blue handsome was born
making me a mother
and every year, not on the national holiday
but on his birthday @ 6:04pm, I celebrate
becoming much more,
than a mother
~Rain~
Decem
This is the decem
of what was, then.
The annual agree
of, you and me
to end.
We have been a decade free,
of culpability,
of accountability,
of just you and me.
Thank goodness you agreed!
I wanted to please
but, ended up
planning to kill the disease.
This is the decem
of what was, then.
The annual agree
of, you and me
to end.
We have been a decade free,
of culpability,
of accountability,
of just you and me.
Thank goodness you agreed!
I wanted to please
but, ended up
planning to kill the disease.
Turning Time Arriving at our Anniversary..
Time teases and takes its’ own sweet time to torment me
Whilst I perfect a pout, practise patience and remain plagued
I count, chant, collect, create and call for calm, I cast out chaos
I search for signs that signal, spell out and summon new seasons
Choosing only to celebrate when the cycle is complete
Mandatory movements map out motions in minute milestones
Somehow I am still stung scarred stained by our spell of a story
Restless I religiously resort to rituals to restore some reason
Keeping calm and collected I complete the calibration of my calendar
I work through the waiting, I start to welcome it in
Come on come on come on, come on now, come round now, come round
Our appointment, the event, our occasion, our anniversary eventually arrives
Making this moment a mandatory milestone of a memory in the official past
I waited and wished, deep in the deceit of my denial, I wished time away
My DUP anniversary was 6 days ago, so Happy Anniversary right back at you..curtsy bow.................
Time teases and takes its’ own sweet time to torment me
Whilst I perfect a pout, practise patience and remain plagued
I count, chant, collect, create and call for calm, I cast out chaos
I search for signs that signal, spell out and summon new seasons
Choosing only to celebrate when the cycle is complete
Mandatory movements map out motions in minute milestones
Somehow I am still stung scarred stained by our spell of a story
Restless I religiously resort to rituals to restore some reason
Keeping calm and collected I complete the calibration of my calendar
I work through the waiting, I start to welcome it in
Come on come on come on, come on now, come round now, come round
Our appointment, the event, our occasion, our anniversary eventually arrives
Making this moment a mandatory milestone of a memory in the official past
I waited and wished, deep in the deceit of my denial, I wished time away
My DUP anniversary was 6 days ago, so Happy Anniversary right back at you..curtsy bow.................
Infinity plus Infinity
Time has flown by
much to quick
In just 16 days
it will be the
10 year mark
for you and me
The glance I got when I was just 14
I wish I knew than
we were meant to be
We both were young and naďve
Now were grown
married
and we planted five seeds
Our love for each other is binded
you see
I wake every morning and your the first I see
I go to bed at night smelling your deodorant
with your arms wrapped around me
Every day feels like the first kiss to me
I just have to breath...
The first time I said I love you
you responded to me:
"I love you plus infinity plus infinity"
Babe Happy Anniversary!
Time has flown by
much to quick
In just 16 days
it will be the
10 year mark
for you and me
The glance I got when I was just 14
I wish I knew than
we were meant to be
We both were young and naďve
Now were grown
married
and we planted five seeds
Our love for each other is binded
you see
I wake every morning and your the first I see
I go to bed at night smelling your deodorant
with your arms wrapped around me
Every day feels like the first kiss to me
I just have to breath...
The first time I said I love you
you responded to me:
"I love you plus infinity plus infinity"
Babe Happy Anniversary!
Miss_Sub said:Written for a girl I grew up with who was burned alive in a revenge attack when we were just 17. It haunts me every year.
July 28th
You've been gone twelve years
while the rest of us got drunk
and got married, had kids
that none of us could afford.
I still remember your dance,
the way you held a cigarette--
the ritual cycle of hair dyes
and tattoos that followed you
and there were boy bands
on your glittered notebooks,
and emerald loves inside
your heart.
I remember your goodbye,
how the light shone
from the church window
casting colours on your death
how your mother held pews
to follow you up the aisle
as your father cried
for your wedding.
The room was silenced
realising you were gone
while your charred bones
brushed ash across silk
and I've never wanted God
so badly, than in that moment
when I stared at your coffin
with only your teeth left to burn.
Twelve years underground
and you still flame my mind;
your body is more peaceful
than mine.
wow these words hit hard winding me with their honesty and raw emotion..you do this so very very well..love what you do with words..curtsy bow
July 28th
You've been gone twelve years
while the rest of us got drunk
and got married, had kids
that none of us could afford.
I still remember your dance,
the way you held a cigarette--
the ritual cycle of hair dyes
and tattoos that followed you
and there were boy bands
on your glittered notebooks,
and emerald loves inside
your heart.
I remember your goodbye,
how the light shone
from the church window
casting colours on your death
how your mother held pews
to follow you up the aisle
as your father cried
for your wedding.
The room was silenced
realising you were gone
while your charred bones
brushed ash across silk
and I've never wanted God
so badly, than in that moment
when I stared at your coffin
with only your teeth left to burn.
Twelve years underground
and you still flame my mind;
your body is more peaceful
than mine.
wow these words hit hard winding me with their honesty and raw emotion..you do this so very very well..love what you do with words..curtsy bow
MERE WORDS ARE NOT ENOUGH
It’s been a year now
since I joined DUP
Mere words are not enough
to show my gratitude
to all my poetic friends:
Gypsy Red, Grace, Kitty,
MadameLavander, Magdalena,
Your poetic geniuses
seep through my veins
like summer Rain trickling
my heart and feeding my soul.
Peace through poetry
says my brother Strider,
Fuck that Craic and Evan would say,
Hear the Soulful renditions
of brother JazzManor and MusicallyMr.M
They could tame even the wildest blocat.
All of you have played a role
to make this diamond
in the rough—a precious gem
To all those that I intentionally left out
You are all special to me
so don’t hold a grudge
as we continue our journey
in this special place:
Deep Underground Poetry
as the Webmistress calls it
considered home by many.
Once again, thank you
my DUP family and friends…
your continuous moral support
and outpouring kindness
will forever remain
in my heart
as we move on
to another year!
(I wrote this poem to commemmorate my first year anniversary with DUP.)
It’s been a year now
since I joined DUP
Mere words are not enough
to show my gratitude
to all my poetic friends:
Gypsy Red, Grace, Kitty,
MadameLavander, Magdalena,
Your poetic geniuses
seep through my veins
like summer Rain trickling
my heart and feeding my soul.
Peace through poetry
says my brother Strider,
Fuck that Craic and Evan would say,
Hear the Soulful renditions
of brother JazzManor and MusicallyMr.M
They could tame even the wildest blocat.
All of you have played a role
to make this diamond
in the rough—a precious gem
To all those that I intentionally left out
You are all special to me
so don’t hold a grudge
as we continue our journey
in this special place:
Deep Underground Poetry
as the Webmistress calls it
considered home by many.
Once again, thank you
my DUP family and friends…
your continuous moral support
and outpouring kindness
will forever remain
in my heart
as we move on
to another year!
(I wrote this poem to commemmorate my first year anniversary with DUP.)
Anonymous
Thank you all so much! FYI I will NOT extend competition time because these submissions are great and the last thing I want is more great pieces to further complicate my judging...thanks to you all....and BTW question: did Missy or Mis_Sub leave DUP????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If so, whY???!!!
