Poetry competition CLOSED 6th November 2014 7:12pm
WINNER
JBandekPoetry (LostWords)
JBandekPoetry (LostWords)
RUNNER-UP:
kriticool
deepest feeling
Poetry Contest Description
Describe the way you feel about anything or everything in your life
Poems can be any type you like. Only one poem per person. No collaboration. The poem cant not over a month old. If you have any questions feel free to message me
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The Fountain Of Your Youth
The engine growls
as down the road
I drive
turquoise is the colour
that shrouds
a street light night .
You feel much , more
than just a lover
through to the core
it is pure
content uncovered
inside I'm sore
from the lure
of all that's coming
can I be the cure
make me yours
far past an always.
.
Butterfles
surround an
almost bloom
this is how I found
the vibe around
the room
you're something
I found
not a second too soon
your guitar sounds
beautiful
just like you do .
you turn up
the down
make flat round
give hope that truth
when you enter the room
out of tune
comes into view .
When I layed down
in the twilight
with you
all moments of doubt
disappeared
down old fool chutes
the closer I held you
the more I felt
your truth
I plugged myself
into
the fountain of your
youth .
The engine growls
as down the road
I drive
turquoise is the colour
that shrouds
a street light night .
You feel much , more
than just a lover
through to the core
it is pure
content uncovered
inside I'm sore
from the lure
of all that's coming
can I be the cure
make me yours
far past an always.
.
Butterfles
surround an
almost bloom
this is how I found
the vibe around
the room
you're something
I found
not a second too soon
your guitar sounds
beautiful
just like you do .
you turn up
the down
make flat round
give hope that truth
when you enter the room
out of tune
comes into view .
When I layed down
in the twilight
with you
all moments of doubt
disappeared
down old fool chutes
the closer I held you
the more I felt
your truth
I plugged myself
into
the fountain of your
youth .
Hungry Giants
in the absence of time nobody in the village aged
they stayed infantile in structure but had passions
that outgrew their appetites and size
it drove them mad to have something bursting inside them
and no outlet for expression
but Nature found a solution,
death at the hands
of a clan of invading giants
who bit off their heads
and chewed their bodies
which exploded
and killed all the
hungry giants
in the absence of time nobody in the village aged
they stayed infantile in structure but had passions
that outgrew their appetites and size
it drove them mad to have something bursting inside them
and no outlet for expression
but Nature found a solution,
death at the hands
of a clan of invading giants
who bit off their heads
and chewed their bodies
which exploded
and killed all the
hungry giants
Anonymous
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THE DEEPEST FEELING
The deepest feeling in life is knowing your going to die .
What would you do if you knew death was coming closer as every year that passes by?
You sit in your room while the world moves on throwing up blood and feeling the burning in your lungs.
The cancer takeing affect slowly killing you inside and out .
You watch as your friends move on with there lives knowing you are going to die.
They stop comeing to see you and hear your voice your stuck in a room all alone.
You go out side and find a love and you make some new firends but what is the point when you know your going to die .
The kemo treatments arent working your lungs burn with each breath you take.
You look sickly and people think your anorexic or blemic not knowing the real reason.
The first time you threw up blood infront of someone they freak out and call you names and walk away.
The deep feeling in my life is knowing I am going to die when I dont know 6 years or less depending on when the cancer decides to take its corse.
You can sit there and laugh and call me name but one thing is live in my shoes befor you try and juge me ......
The deepest feeling in life is knowing your going to die .
What would you do if you knew death was coming closer as every year that passes by?
You sit in your room while the world moves on throwing up blood and feeling the burning in your lungs.
The cancer takeing affect slowly killing you inside and out .
You watch as your friends move on with there lives knowing you are going to die.
They stop comeing to see you and hear your voice your stuck in a room all alone.
You go out side and find a love and you make some new firends but what is the point when you know your going to die .
The kemo treatments arent working your lungs burn with each breath you take.
You look sickly and people think your anorexic or blemic not knowing the real reason.
The first time you threw up blood infront of someone they freak out and call you names and walk away.
The deep feeling in my life is knowing I am going to die when I dont know 6 years or less depending on when the cancer decides to take its corse.
You can sit there and laugh and call me name but one thing is live in my shoes befor you try and juge me ......
Belle dame
Belle dame, all the nights that I live
I dream of kissing your left hand
Just your left hand, my pretty love
The one near your wonderful heart
Belle dame, all the nights that I love
I dream of hearing your soft laughter
Unaware of the world, lost in 'Us'
Oblivious of everyone around
Belle dame, all the nights that I live
I dream of your timeless beauty
Guilty of glorifying your elegance
With the pure gesture of my soul
Belle dame, all the nights that I love
I dream of our first encounter
Magnifying our love, happy to count
The days before this wonderful time
Finally growing into the man I should be
Finally opening my eyes to what my heart can see
Finally realize I cant hide behind laughter
Finally focused on today not the days past or the day after
Finally threw away depression and insecurity
Finally reached full potential and emotional maturity
Finally can look in the mirror and honestly say
You are a better man today than you were yesterday
Finally opening my eyes to what my heart can see
Finally realize I cant hide behind laughter
Finally focused on today not the days past or the day after
Finally threw away depression and insecurity
Finally reached full potential and emotional maturity
Finally can look in the mirror and honestly say
You are a better man today than you were yesterday
Anonymous
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Colored in Madness
Colored in madness I start to type. I tell a story for the broken to hear, though all may listen if open to fear. We write, We type, We dance, and We sing. We live in creation and all the madness it brings. When you live with the will to fight and do as you please, the war drags you in for both the wrong and the right. You must keep your will before you’re dragged to your knees. Colored in madness I lay down the messages and lectures left in my head. The the words rage on even when the logic drowns away. Deeper meanings and lost lessons sewn into time itself with the voice in my head, and it’s these voices, these lessons that are left to stay. When you’re colored in madness let the words paint your story as they make your colors shine through. green of envy rolls in your eyes, yellows joy plays childishly on your lips as a shadow hovers along your every feature in a sorrowful black. Your skin glows and blends plum and rose hues of anger and fear balanced by grace dancing rays of white and peach through your hair and face. Excitement screams through you with streaks of wild blue in your eyes, on your arms, and across your chest. The colors of madness leave you with a relieved blush of pink along your shadows and highlights with gentle care.
"There is no love in fear"
I thrive while others are in fear
While I bring pain to the weak
but especially the powerful.
Ingrain into their minds
tearing them to pieces
to reconstruct them
into what I believe them to be.
I thrive through others torment
especially in yours.
The feeble minds, their fear
their essence fuels me & while I...
I.. know our conscience is one
In the infinity of our minds..
I will inflict my pain upon others
to know that I am alive.
It is here, in the aftermath.
Where the flames engulf
the supposedly innocent
now I know; I know with absolution
that I, with all I have carried
burns in the furious flamed
fuelled by siphoned petrol
every drop of it a drop of sympathy.
With every life I take, pieces
of my soul, my sanity & security
are returned.
Do not 'award' me for my work.
I thrive while others are in fear
While I bring pain to the weak
but especially the powerful.
Ingrain into their minds
tearing them to pieces
to reconstruct them
into what I believe them to be.
I thrive through others torment
especially in yours.
The feeble minds, their fear
their essence fuels me & while I...
I.. know our conscience is one
In the infinity of our minds..
I will inflict my pain upon others
to know that I am alive.
It is here, in the aftermath.
Where the flames engulf
the supposedly innocent
now I know; I know with absolution
that I, with all I have carried
burns in the furious flamed
fuelled by siphoned petrol
every drop of it a drop of sympathy.
With every life I take, pieces
of my soul, my sanity & security
are returned.
Do not 'award' me for my work.
Anonymous
Ye Olde Sappy Ass Love Poem
he's always asking
"have I told you lately?"
because he cares that I know he's enamored
still
I never wonder if he thinks I'm beautiful
I just question how he could at times
no matter whats going on or how low
I feel like sinking
when I've had my fill of tries and gives
stretched thin and trembling
convinced of my failure
and confined by insecurities that hold me convicted
imprisoned behind the walls of my own thinking
he knows me in ways that reveal me to myself
understands the parts of my mind that I thought I'd lost
I know when he's above me
it's to offer a hand and refuse to budge
until I get back up
he say's that I'm the best of all of this
even at my worst
he can reel me in and build me up
and when i'm down he knows how to lay beside me
holds me together in his arms providing a safety
I've never known before
his every action speaks a testament to devotion
he can lose his ego
without worrying about its return
he'd rather gain the upper hand by making me laugh
would sooner gallop around the room
like a dancing horse
than get loud to force a point
I always thought of love as something I gave
and I'm lost in disbelief at the honesty
with which it can be received
he tries to steal a little dance
as I'm headed to the kitchen
kisses my cheek and asks
"have I told you lately?"
and I say
yeah you have
but the beauty is that you don't have to
he's always asking
"have I told you lately?"
because he cares that I know he's enamored
still
I never wonder if he thinks I'm beautiful
I just question how he could at times
no matter whats going on or how low
I feel like sinking
when I've had my fill of tries and gives
stretched thin and trembling
convinced of my failure
and confined by insecurities that hold me convicted
imprisoned behind the walls of my own thinking
he knows me in ways that reveal me to myself
understands the parts of my mind that I thought I'd lost
I know when he's above me
it's to offer a hand and refuse to budge
until I get back up
he say's that I'm the best of all of this
even at my worst
he can reel me in and build me up
and when i'm down he knows how to lay beside me
holds me together in his arms providing a safety
I've never known before
his every action speaks a testament to devotion
he can lose his ego
without worrying about its return
he'd rather gain the upper hand by making me laugh
would sooner gallop around the room
like a dancing horse
than get loud to force a point
I always thought of love as something I gave
and I'm lost in disbelief at the honesty
with which it can be received
he tries to steal a little dance
as I'm headed to the kitchen
kisses my cheek and asks
"have I told you lately?"
and I say
yeah you have
but the beauty is that you don't have to
.:A Muse-Meant for Mrs. S. T. Night:.
minute
insecurities
keep insisting;
measured opinions
openly negating definitions; all
nicely collected earning return
yes, that’s what I’ve learned
what I was taught while dancing outside with the moonlight
that every dog isn’t up for the fight; no doubt
some just give in, they get tired
broadsiding bitches
worn down by their own[ed] ego
they just let it go and
move-on to nowhere special
setting out
in pursuit of another life [mourning]
once arrived; they
dress in their sun-downer’s garb
searching for another
suitable defeat
martyrs hate to win; for them
it’s like surrender
tears of the crowd defining
their splendor
that.. and the last word
which they
never get to obtain
minute
insecurities
keep insisting;
measured opinions
openly negating definitions; all
nicely collected earning return
yes, that’s what I’ve learned
what I was taught while dancing outside with the moonlight
that every dog isn’t up for the fight; no doubt
some just give in, they get tired
broadsiding bitches
worn down by their own[ed] ego
they just let it go and
move-on to nowhere special
setting out
in pursuit of another life [mourning]
once arrived; they
dress in their sun-downer’s garb
searching for another
suitable defeat
martyrs hate to win; for them
it’s like surrender
tears of the crowd defining
their splendor
that.. and the last word
which they
never get to obtain
Anonymous
The Whisper Train
It rips through Dark Death Valley like a polar express,
a red hot locomotive fueled with nastiness.
It’s loud, but called The Whisper Train on rails of soot
between Downtown Slumville and Uphill Snoot.
Black whistle like a thistle through thick hashish smoke
announces its arrival to the blind town folk.
While red flags fly in clench of gnarled, ugly hands
The Mudblood Swingers strike up boxcar band.
How sad that there are bones and skulls---and some with names---
which forcefully are fed to loco engine’s flames.
The spirits haunting in berths are a wicked bunch
who suffocate the porters and suck tar for lunch.
I watch the many faces grimace through the panes
of bloodstained windows on the dirty Whisper Train.
I’ll never board that train because it’s bound for hell.
Sparks fly from burning wheels and greasy, bad brakes smell!
How the Gossip hisses hard in glasses high
held by the passengers inside as boxcars fly.
My heart breaks as I see you on that row, my friend.
I’ll throw a rose on wreckage when you come to the end.
It rips through Dark Death Valley like a polar express,
a red hot locomotive fueled with nastiness.
It’s loud, but called The Whisper Train on rails of soot
between Downtown Slumville and Uphill Snoot.
Black whistle like a thistle through thick hashish smoke
announces its arrival to the blind town folk.
While red flags fly in clench of gnarled, ugly hands
The Mudblood Swingers strike up boxcar band.
How sad that there are bones and skulls---and some with names---
which forcefully are fed to loco engine’s flames.
The spirits haunting in berths are a wicked bunch
who suffocate the porters and suck tar for lunch.
I watch the many faces grimace through the panes
of bloodstained windows on the dirty Whisper Train.
I’ll never board that train because it’s bound for hell.
Sparks fly from burning wheels and greasy, bad brakes smell!
How the Gossip hisses hard in glasses high
held by the passengers inside as boxcars fly.
My heart breaks as I see you on that row, my friend.
I’ll throw a rose on wreckage when you come to the end.
Anonymous
Most of the time, I despise myself
and wish I could stop gathering dust upon my shelf
My hopes, my dreams, they have all come to a stop
I wouldn’t mind if my life ended with one pop
I do not know how to let go and honestly feel
Because most of my past has been a one-shot deal
At one time, I had it all; nothing stood in my way
Then my mother died, and I was unable to figure out what to say
With that, I lost my siblings and nearly my life
But there weren’t enough pills to say goodbye, that one cold night
So here I languish, in a personal hell
It is as if my mind is locked up in a four-foot cell
Unable to love or show happiness
Always allowing myself to regress
I cannot get out of the funk
And I fear failure on every front
At this time in my life, when I should be grateful for surviving
I, instead, refuse to move in any direction, especially toward thriving
Nasty, obese, and mean to everyone I am near
There is nothing left in my life, so I pray to die from the fear
This is how it feels when you sit back and relive your life
Especially when you’ve allowed your heart to be cut by another’s knife
Unable to live and follow your dreams
Nothing anymore is as it seems
This is how I feel about everything
that takes place inside and around my pathetic being
I hate, loathe, and regret what I’ve done
And I’m too scared to take off and run
