Poetry competition CLOSED 18th August 2014 8:26am
WINNER
rainbow_sunshine (Wendy)
rainbow_sunshine (Wendy)
RUNNER-UP:
blue_angel
Poetic poetry
Anonymous
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runish thorns
on the sleeve of clarity,
i sought a place extending.
amidst an earthly terrace -
unable to breathe.
i surrendered to him 'neath a gilded horizon
where velvet cattails crossed their swords.
tempting my lips to purr -
captivation arose.
after his shadow unraveled my song
whispers of amour were chased afar
nourished not, nor to be sworn -
reflecting nuance, he is a polished stone.
my trembling oath goes untold
a sun-kissed curse, i gathered from his field,
vast and full, a hoard of sharpened quills -
my mind seeks along a ragged ridge.
star-wounded skies beseech -
a man, a woman, a thrill
i attest in knowing,
rain erodes indefinitely, darling.
come lie with me, before the moon pales,
among the withering blooms
allow our lips to savor this -
poetry bound in runish thorns.
on the sleeve of clarity,
i sought a place extending.
amidst an earthly terrace -
unable to breathe.
i surrendered to him 'neath a gilded horizon
where velvet cattails crossed their swords.
tempting my lips to purr -
captivation arose.
after his shadow unraveled my song
whispers of amour were chased afar
nourished not, nor to be sworn -
reflecting nuance, he is a polished stone.
my trembling oath goes untold
a sun-kissed curse, i gathered from his field,
vast and full, a hoard of sharpened quills -
my mind seeks along a ragged ridge.
star-wounded skies beseech -
a man, a woman, a thrill
i attest in knowing,
rain erodes indefinitely, darling.
come lie with me, before the moon pales,
among the withering blooms
allow our lips to savor this -
poetry bound in runish thorns.
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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DEL DARE - SPACE POET OF THE FUTURE!
He stands at the threshold.
Awaiting all to venture.
Fearlessly pointing. Into the
celestial boundaries! Limitless
Worlds awaiting unknown yet
even greater Adventures!
Del Dare Space Poet of The
Future! Words take him to
the distant realms of dimen
-sional time and space.
Secret forgotten combinations
of verbosity. Moved together
into a menage of art and to a
higher place.
Diacritical anomalies that spake
the wake of endless secrets! In the
end an amazing story would be told
with the clarity of noble genius!
He stands at the threshold.
Awaiting all to venture.
Fearlessly pointing. Into the
celestial boundaries! Limitless
Worlds awaiting unknown yet
even greater Adventures!
Del Dare Space Poet of The
Future! Words take him to
the distant realms of dimen
-sional time and space.
Secret forgotten combinations
of verbosity. Moved together
into a menage of art and to a
higher place.
Diacritical anomalies that spake
the wake of endless secrets! In the
end an amazing story would be told
with the clarity of noble genius!
MOTHER---------------------
This woman was troubled throughout her life.
She went to school and married young
but the connection wasn't right.
There was a child, I was told.
He didn't live past his birth.
She never said his name,
or of him, another word.
She found an interested man
that enjoyed much younger women.
The dollar signs glowed in her mind
and so she had to have him.
A daughter soon was born
and the union now was three.
The new man was a happy soul
with his family.
Soon this man would pass away
leaving the daughter and mother o.k.
Obedient mother, dramatically changed
into anger with danger each passing day.
At 15 , this girl moved out of the house,
unprepared, to face what life's about.
She could have, simply, just remained,
as her mothers scapegoat for everything.
Unlucky? It could be this.
Stuck in a winter of blizzard snow,
learning can be so painfully slow.
It has taken a lifetime to let her go.
I do not blame her anymore.
She knows not who I am.
This woman was troubled throughout her life.
She went to school and married young
but the connection wasn't right.
There was a child, I was told.
He didn't live past his birth.
She never said his name,
or of him, another word.
She found an interested man
that enjoyed much younger women.
The dollar signs glowed in her mind
and so she had to have him.
A daughter soon was born
and the union now was three.
The new man was a happy soul
with his family.
Soon this man would pass away
leaving the daughter and mother o.k.
Obedient mother, dramatically changed
into anger with danger each passing day.
At 15 , this girl moved out of the house,
unprepared, to face what life's about.
She could have, simply, just remained,
as her mothers scapegoat for everything.
Unlucky? It could be this.
Stuck in a winter of blizzard snow,
learning can be so painfully slow.
It has taken a lifetime to let her go.
I do not blame her anymore.
She knows not who I am.
Darkness Lovers
In the rawness of the moment
stripped of judgement
left barren and free
we boldly carried forth into the dying twilight
of a sunset meant to remind us
we are the children
who come alive
after dark.
An amazing transformation
from entity's questioning
our existential meaning
to a united force field of energy
creating a comfort zone
we have come to know
as home.
And home
for us misfits
is never quite
where it was before,
never the same
dingy basement
dilapidated couch
or cluster of trees
where we escape
to find our release.
We are a multitude
of broken spirits
from broken homes
who despite out trials
have come to find
that love and music could make us whole again.
Stronger now
than ever before
our lows elude to the highs
we would reach for.
First found in baggies and bongs
now made real
as everlasting bonds.
We are not perfect
but unlike much of the world
we do not pretend to be.
It is out imperfections
that cause us
to face our humanity
and realize
we could never do this alone
and that even misfits
in the darkness
deserve a home.
So we boldly carry forth
into the dying twilight
of a sunset
meant to remind us
we are the brothers and sisters
we met along the way
we are each others safe place
when home seems far away
and our love for each other
is forever here to stay
we are the darkness lovers who occupy
the other half of day.
In the rawness of the moment
stripped of judgement
left barren and free
we boldly carried forth into the dying twilight
of a sunset meant to remind us
we are the children
who come alive
after dark.
An amazing transformation
from entity's questioning
our existential meaning
to a united force field of energy
creating a comfort zone
we have come to know
as home.
And home
for us misfits
is never quite
where it was before,
never the same
dingy basement
dilapidated couch
or cluster of trees
where we escape
to find our release.
We are a multitude
of broken spirits
from broken homes
who despite out trials
have come to find
that love and music could make us whole again.
Stronger now
than ever before
our lows elude to the highs
we would reach for.
First found in baggies and bongs
now made real
as everlasting bonds.
We are not perfect
but unlike much of the world
we do not pretend to be.
It is out imperfections
that cause us
to face our humanity
and realize
we could never do this alone
and that even misfits
in the darkness
deserve a home.
So we boldly carry forth
into the dying twilight
of a sunset
meant to remind us
we are the brothers and sisters
we met along the way
we are each others safe place
when home seems far away
and our love for each other
is forever here to stay
we are the darkness lovers who occupy
the other half of day.
Healing
virulent virus of the mind
veered into obscurity
the tick tock of unconscious time
releases understanding
a stark contrast between the light of absurd indifference
and the sense of realizing
there is no use
believing
in failure
take up arms
against repression of desires
for something less
which ultimately means
much more
the primary collection of memory
ceases to exist
now
we take it in in heaps and grasping
now
there was never another
now
and in this moment I find myself realizing
now
is all I ever needed
virulent virus of the mind
veered into obscurity
the tick tock of unconscious time
releases understanding
a stark contrast between the light of absurd indifference
and the sense of realizing
there is no use
believing
in failure
take up arms
against repression of desires
for something less
which ultimately means
much more
the primary collection of memory
ceases to exist
now
we take it in in heaps and grasping
now
there was never another
now
and in this moment I find myself realizing
now
is all I ever needed
Twentysix
There are some things which words make a mess of
like yesterday’s
emitting a ceremonial light
cast just the right way
to make a long forgotten memory
feel new again.
Suddenly the sumptuous skin is right there beside you,
fingers pressed lightly
on your palm
and you can barely stand to
breathe in
because once your nostrils fill with the smell
of unmasked bodies
fermented in the sun
unselfconsciously aromatic
the scent which only
one person each
can emit,
you may never want to breathe out again.
Bitterness boils down, simmers
into acceptance
eventual
thankfulness
that a picture like this
could have ever been painted
on your canvas.
Even now
that many of the characters
have left the scene
you are capable of sitting comfortably
in the centre of this landscape
causing an intimate affair with
your surroundings, embracing
both sun ups
and sun downs.
On a calm day the breeze might sneak up,
caress your bare shoulder blades
and you can be assured that even after such faltering
as you look out
onto the serene ebb of river
bursting forth
into waterfall
supported by ancient rocks
carrying it safely back to the source,
the words begin
to flow again;
and in the bright white light
of this sacred memory
you find peace.
There are some things which words make a mess of
like yesterday’s
emitting a ceremonial light
cast just the right way
to make a long forgotten memory
feel new again.
Suddenly the sumptuous skin is right there beside you,
fingers pressed lightly
on your palm
and you can barely stand to
breathe in
because once your nostrils fill with the smell
of unmasked bodies
fermented in the sun
unselfconsciously aromatic
the scent which only
one person each
can emit,
you may never want to breathe out again.
Bitterness boils down, simmers
into acceptance
eventual
thankfulness
that a picture like this
could have ever been painted
on your canvas.
Even now
that many of the characters
have left the scene
you are capable of sitting comfortably
in the centre of this landscape
causing an intimate affair with
your surroundings, embracing
both sun ups
and sun downs.
On a calm day the breeze might sneak up,
caress your bare shoulder blades
and you can be assured that even after such faltering
as you look out
onto the serene ebb of river
bursting forth
into waterfall
supported by ancient rocks
carrying it safely back to the source,
the words begin
to flow again;
and in the bright white light
of this sacred memory
you find peace.
Anonymous
Done
I don't want to do this anymore
Had enough
There and here
And every place to come
I don't care about writing
Poetry is the lowest I've been
Pour out emotions
For nothing
Uncomfortably numb
Life is for the living and
I'm dead
Another woman disturbed
Dangling at the edge
Looking forward to the fall
Because I know
It will be my last
Goodbye or badbye
Its over
I'm out
Its the most relief I've felt
Ever
Give-----------
Give in
Give out
Keep sparkling
Talk out loud
Tell the world that you own it
and it owns you
You're committed to dreams
that keep knocking on the door
Not a day should pass
without learning something more...
about life
and kindness
and selflessness
Absorb into the complicated mind
but don't go so far as to assume an outcome
Let yourself flow
and share what you know ...
with a child that needs the influence of a positive guide
Give in
Give out
Give of yourself
Share the seed from the beautiful flower that you grow
Give in
Give out
Keep sparkling
Talk out loud
Tell the world that you own it
and it owns you
You're committed to dreams
that keep knocking on the door
Not a day should pass
without learning something more...
about life
and kindness
and selflessness
Absorb into the complicated mind
but don't go so far as to assume an outcome
Let yourself flow
and share what you know ...
with a child that needs the influence of a positive guide
Give in
Give out
Give of yourself
Share the seed from the beautiful flower that you grow
Anonymous
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