Poetry competition CLOSED 15th November 2014 11:01pm
WINNER
HadesRising
HadesRising
RUNNERS-UP:
Balefulmalevolence
and pseudonymous
Sad and sorrowful poems
"The Dead Sea"
The cold weighs hard on my back
The end has come and I got picked last.
snow isn't going to slow them down forever.
eventually I'll run out of bullets,
and the dead will use me as sustenance.
I can't go home ever again
my family are a bunch of bodies in the basement.
I had to burn them so they would stop standing up
and I still smell that arid stink from time to time.
Let's hope for a better year.
The cold weighs hard on my back
The end has come and I got picked last.
snow isn't going to slow them down forever.
eventually I'll run out of bullets,
and the dead will use me as sustenance.
I can't go home ever again
my family are a bunch of bodies in the basement.
I had to burn them so they would stop standing up
and I still smell that arid stink from time to time.
Let's hope for a better year.
Man and Boy - by David Macleod
The boy who sighed
The boy who cried
Became;
The man who laughed
The man who acted daft
To hide the strain
To mask the pain
That made the boy cry
The boy who defied
The boy who died
Became;
The man who denied
The man who lied
To hide the truth
To forget the youth
That made the boy defy
The man who laughed a lot
The man escaping thought
Became;
The man alone at night
The man who tried to fight
Became;
The boy terror filled
Became;
The boy that he had killed
Became;
The man who seldom laughs
And the boy from his own past
The boy who sighed
The boy who cried
Became;
The man who laughed
The man who acted daft
To hide the strain
To mask the pain
That made the boy cry
The boy who defied
The boy who died
Became;
The man who denied
The man who lied
To hide the truth
To forget the youth
That made the boy defy
The man who laughed a lot
The man escaping thought
Became;
The man alone at night
The man who tried to fight
Became;
The boy terror filled
Became;
The boy that he had killed
Became;
The man who seldom laughs
And the boy from his own past
SHH be quiet, dont tell i cry
Those warm tears become such close friends as i see them more often
After a day im dying inside
Cant anyone bother to ask if im fine
dont either way i'll lie I try to be strong but im dying inside
I want to be heard, I just want to scream
But im the quiet one, the shy one
I'm not meant to be heard id what my brain tells me
SHHH be quiet, dont tell i cry
Those warm tears become such close friends as i see them more often
After a day im dying inside
Cant anyone bother to ask if im fine
dont either way i'll lie I try to be strong but im dying inside
I want to be heard, I just want to scream
But im the quiet one, the shy one
I'm not meant to be heard id what my brain tells me
SHHH be quiet, dont tell i cry
FOY
Summon all my friends
And everyone who cares
Those who did pretend
And all who really dared
Bring home the finest wine
And pour it unto me
Butcher the fattest swine
For everyone to see
Be happy and gay all night
Just like there’s no tomorrow
The moment will be out of sight
But please omit all signs of sorrow
You just go on sing and dance
Let music fill the air
Consider it’s the last chance
To be as happy as we were
Then discuss about my life
Both how good and bad I was
How I went through every strife
And everything ‘bout my past
This is how I want you to spend
The last night of my stay
The day after please understand
I really need to pass away…
Summon all my friends
And everyone who cares
Those who did pretend
And all who really dared
Bring home the finest wine
And pour it unto me
Butcher the fattest swine
For everyone to see
Be happy and gay all night
Just like there’s no tomorrow
The moment will be out of sight
But please omit all signs of sorrow
You just go on sing and dance
Let music fill the air
Consider it’s the last chance
To be as happy as we were
Then discuss about my life
Both how good and bad I was
How I went through every strife
And everything ‘bout my past
This is how I want you to spend
The last night of my stay
The day after please understand
I really need to pass away…
A night at home
Days and days of darkness I have wandered,
losing myself on the way a thousand times,
all these little lies burst my heart asunder
and all the walls I built, echoed my desperate cries.
My feet get numb from all the running
and not a single signpost on the way.
Behind my back is left a trail so dunning
not from my feet, but from the tears I cry.
The moonlight shines into the room where I am sleeping,
and as I wake, your body next to mine
is quietly sobbing there and weeping,
and only now I notice how our love has died.
Days and days of darkness I have wandered,
losing myself on the way a thousand times,
all these little lies burst my heart asunder
and all the walls I built, echoed my desperate cries.
My feet get numb from all the running
and not a single signpost on the way.
Behind my back is left a trail so dunning
not from my feet, but from the tears I cry.
The moonlight shines into the room where I am sleeping,
and as I wake, your body next to mine
is quietly sobbing there and weeping,
and only now I notice how our love has died.
two years ago
two years ago i died
with empty soul and empty mind.
now in the ground i lay
a lingering shadow of that fateful day.
already forgotten, a thing of the past.
i should have known the tears wouldn't last.
i just wanted to see if anyone cared,
but when it was done, i was so scared.
two years ago i died
with empty soul and empty mind.
now in the ground i lay
a lingering shadow of that fateful day.
already forgotten, a thing of the past.
i should have known the tears wouldn't last.
i just wanted to see if anyone cared,
but when it was done, i was so scared.
Anonymous
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Anonymous
I Better Run
I think I'd better run
from the disgust I feel down deeper
than the places I carried you in
away from the realizations that lack reason
to forget that your kind is always that type
the remorse tries daily to incite me to jump
down to any place that might exist below
my regret
beneath the levels I'd sink to
for you
time after time
I think I better unplug
and run
so I can walk to the end
instead of letting you push me to it
again
I think I'd better run
from the disgust I feel down deeper
than the places I carried you in
away from the realizations that lack reason
to forget that your kind is always that type
the remorse tries daily to incite me to jump
down to any place that might exist below
my regret
beneath the levels I'd sink to
for you
time after time
I think I better unplug
and run
so I can walk to the end
instead of letting you push me to it
again
Anonymous
Oh, Sister!
"I'm not brave like you"
she said
after I'd thrown the last bag
into the back seat
and reminded her that she too
was free to leave
I gave the tires a kick and
had a glance under the hood
"be careful out there,
I worry about you"
she said with the concerned voice
I found eerily familiar
I told her I'd be fine
but had to beat rush hour traffic
and tried again to convince her
that staying took more courage
I sensed her dread
she wore her sadness like a frame
holding her in place
and the same force that held her back
had me driving away
looking in the rear-view mirror
worried about the girl
who was waving goodbye
to us both
"I'm not brave like you"
she said
after I'd thrown the last bag
into the back seat
and reminded her that she too
was free to leave
I gave the tires a kick and
had a glance under the hood
"be careful out there,
I worry about you"
she said with the concerned voice
I found eerily familiar
I told her I'd be fine
but had to beat rush hour traffic
and tried again to convince her
that staying took more courage
I sensed her dread
she wore her sadness like a frame
holding her in place
and the same force that held her back
had me driving away
looking in the rear-view mirror
worried about the girl
who was waving goodbye
to us both
your smell always seemed to linger in the seams of my favorite pair of jeans..
no matter how many times i try to wash them, i can never seem to erase backtrack or wash away that smell.
i continue to try in hopes that the memory of the day you broke open the only thing that i thought belonged to me will fade with the bruises on my inner thigh.
at 7;15 on a wendsday night you turned virgin mary into a victim beat her face black and blue until you discharged white.
i try to substitute rape for forced entry because i never thought rape would land in my vocabulary.
such a word burned rolling off of my tounge
between my legs i remeber seeing a blood trail..
i thought it would be the red carpet to heaven if i closed my eyes long enough..
stop trying hard enough, stop trying to be strong enough
stop trying to fight that beastly creature
That man died a month ago.
Yet the sound of my voice screaming for my legs echoes in my head when im locked in a room with someone.
i'm afraid of locked doors and side glances
dark room give rape chances
im shanking in my own skin
no matter how many times i try to wash them, i can never seem to erase backtrack or wash away that smell.
i continue to try in hopes that the memory of the day you broke open the only thing that i thought belonged to me will fade with the bruises on my inner thigh.
at 7;15 on a wendsday night you turned virgin mary into a victim beat her face black and blue until you discharged white.
i try to substitute rape for forced entry because i never thought rape would land in my vocabulary.
such a word burned rolling off of my tounge
between my legs i remeber seeing a blood trail..
i thought it would be the red carpet to heaven if i closed my eyes long enough..
stop trying hard enough, stop trying to be strong enough
stop trying to fight that beastly creature
That man died a month ago.
Yet the sound of my voice screaming for my legs echoes in my head when im locked in a room with someone.
i'm afraid of locked doors and side glances
dark room give rape chances
im shanking in my own skin
- Stars of the Winter Sky -
A Meditation on My Heart as Winter Approaches
Sometimes, in certain moments, of deepest thought,
I feel like nobody understands me, or sees my heart.
Maybe they think I am mad, or mayhap a bit fraught…
With too many thoughts that set my soul a bit apart!
Some have their expectations, and others their ideas,
But I am: me, and that is all; I cannot please everyone.
Life is hard sometimes, and full of dark, rocky seas…
As winter approaches and cold grows even the sun,
Or so it seems when the wind blows and I feel chill.
Where is summer’s warmth, my fey blood’s delight?
This time of year it seems far away, so distant until…
Spring’s blossoms return, beyond the winter’s night!
Every year the flowers die, and I weep for them so,
Because my heart is tender and loving, nurturing too.
Why then must I be filled with sorrow and sad woe?
Even as I wish upon a star, fair dreams to come true.
Why must the fireflies go away because of the snow?
I must endure both winter and night yet, and swiftly!
In the mirror I try to behold the beauty that I know,
And, I try not to cry, never to lose my royal dignity.
Is that not what is expected of a lady, to be perfect?
But I was never perfect; I am flawed and I am sinful.
I never do what convention wants or others expect,
And I will never repent this, I will not be sorrowful…
About being me, though I cry because I feel so alone.
Where is my soul’s mate, where is another as I am?
I will never be conventional; for that, I cannot atone.
When will my fair princess come and take my hand!
Too many winters, too many seasons of pale death,
Have these eyes beheld, when they long just for joy.
The season hastens, when frost forms of the breath,
Blown on windowpanes, with such childlike employ.
And winter comes, as flowers die, clouds gathering,
To match the shadows upon my heart, so darksome!
I keep seeking light, and for love I must always sing,
Even if I am mad, I refuse to exist always lonesome…
Madder people than I have found of true happiness!
Why then, should I bow, unto conventional thinking?
I refuse to; my spirit is too beautiful for such distress.
Even in winter, the stars are on high, ever twinkling…
And they care not what people think of their warmth.
I will not grow cold for convention’s sake, or perish,
When I may become stronger, greater in my worth…
For the worth of a bright soul is like a granted wish:
It can succeed where others might falter into abysses.
There must be another like me out there, dreaming…
Of my face and form and the moistness of my kisses.
As I dream of her, as the stars shine down gleaming!
A Meditation on My Heart as Winter Approaches
Sometimes, in certain moments, of deepest thought,
I feel like nobody understands me, or sees my heart.
Maybe they think I am mad, or mayhap a bit fraught…
With too many thoughts that set my soul a bit apart!
Some have their expectations, and others their ideas,
But I am: me, and that is all; I cannot please everyone.
Life is hard sometimes, and full of dark, rocky seas…
As winter approaches and cold grows even the sun,
Or so it seems when the wind blows and I feel chill.
Where is summer’s warmth, my fey blood’s delight?
This time of year it seems far away, so distant until…
Spring’s blossoms return, beyond the winter’s night!
Every year the flowers die, and I weep for them so,
Because my heart is tender and loving, nurturing too.
Why then must I be filled with sorrow and sad woe?
Even as I wish upon a star, fair dreams to come true.
Why must the fireflies go away because of the snow?
I must endure both winter and night yet, and swiftly!
In the mirror I try to behold the beauty that I know,
And, I try not to cry, never to lose my royal dignity.
Is that not what is expected of a lady, to be perfect?
But I was never perfect; I am flawed and I am sinful.
I never do what convention wants or others expect,
And I will never repent this, I will not be sorrowful…
About being me, though I cry because I feel so alone.
Where is my soul’s mate, where is another as I am?
I will never be conventional; for that, I cannot atone.
When will my fair princess come and take my hand!
Too many winters, too many seasons of pale death,
Have these eyes beheld, when they long just for joy.
The season hastens, when frost forms of the breath,
Blown on windowpanes, with such childlike employ.
And winter comes, as flowers die, clouds gathering,
To match the shadows upon my heart, so darksome!
I keep seeking light, and for love I must always sing,
Even if I am mad, I refuse to exist always lonesome…
Madder people than I have found of true happiness!
Why then, should I bow, unto conventional thinking?
I refuse to; my spirit is too beautiful for such distress.
Even in winter, the stars are on high, ever twinkling…
And they care not what people think of their warmth.
I will not grow cold for convention’s sake, or perish,
When I may become stronger, greater in my worth…
For the worth of a bright soul is like a granted wish:
It can succeed where others might falter into abysses.
There must be another like me out there, dreaming…
Of my face and form and the moistness of my kisses.
As I dream of her, as the stars shine down gleaming!
