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Desperation

Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Poetry Contest

Your Take on the Above
http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S7c2h6QwzrE/TBLif1lRfUI/AAAAAAAAADg/CqaZvHsYEUU/s320/woman_praying.jpg
Desperation is the emotional state of despair in which a person feels a situation to be hopeless and without satisfactory options. Decisions made in desperation may be more rash, impulsive, and inappropriate than those made in a rational frame of mind. -Wiki

Have you ever been in this situation? Tell us about it.

1. Not more than 500 words
2. Title your poem
3. One entry per poet
4. No collaboration


Inviting all DU members to participate.

Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
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- A Letter from Hara Castle -
From one of my past-life memories…

May 10th, 1638, Hara Castle,

“For only one more blood-red month,
Can we hold out here against the odds!
My people seek comfort and warmth,
Knowing not that I serve darker gods.
The air from the water grows icy chill,
As the armies of the Shogun advance…
Whilst peasants take up arms, children:
And I am their father and their mother.
They plant crops but can they now kill?
I shudder to imagine the coming dance.
Soon we shall face those terrible men…
This battle will consume; it will smother.
You are my ally, a necromancer grand,
Mori your name is, and I call you thus!
God will not save us from what befalls,
But mayhap your power can do more.
When I am slain, lend me your hand…
Come to where I lay, do as you must.
By then, black will be all Hara’s walls,
And lost will be our last desperate war.
I no longer serve the god I once did…
So the darkness must be our salvation.
I shall become the dark and so rise up,
Even from Hell itself, I shall yet soar…
But my letter to you must swift be hid!
The messenger I send is low in station,
But welcome him to your table, to sup.
He bears my seal; has much in store…
The cylinder: where my message waits.
Our plan will be long, for vengeance…
But those who fall today: fall in honor.
Their ghosts, we will set free ere long!
Come to Hara when the tide abates…
When the blood is cold, and so thence,
We might triumph over death’s horror.
I go now to lead my people with song!
May the Dark Goddess give us: victory.
I have already accepted of my destiny…”

--- Shiro Amakusa

Grace
IDryad
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Thank you Jessica for your entry.

Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
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My pleasure, Grace! Actually, the moment I saw that picture it took me back to that life of mine and that moment from it. Which was what made me think of that poem I wrote about that moment and how absolutely perfect it would be as an entry for this contest.

David_Macleod
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Save Me

I’ve got the fear
It’s even dark with the light on
The voices that I hear
Tell me it’s useless to fight on
With every shedded tear
The stranglehold it tightens

I’ve got the need
My head is in a lonely place
No thought or deed
Can bring me to a state of grace
I need to feed
The desire to touch written on my face

I’ve got the pain
It’s of my own creation
And I’ve looked in vain
For my own salvation
This isn’t rain
I sweat in desperation

I’ve got the rage
My anger know no bounds
On every page
My hatred can be found
I should be caged
Or let loose with the hounds

Save Me!

Grace
IDryad
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Thank you David for your entry.

Grace
IDryad
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http://weeklyworldnews.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/ghost_kicked_out.jpg

here I in desperation sit
no place to go nor visit
Heaven's closed
Hell knows me not

~~inviting entries for this competition ~~

littlewolf6
Strange Creature
Joined 14th Nov 2014
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A Drop of Darkness in a Sea of Light
- - Lacie Brown
Aurora Borealis pinched from a dime
Proceeded in death, bested by the best
Left unsaid words of wisdom and strength
I'm losing faith
Leaving behind tears that you've shed
Bent and broken
Twisted by the rings of fate
Left and leaving into the swirling mists of time
The tide goes out, the storm recedes
Tears shed, humbled by the depth
Of his love, affection, his compassion
Can I match that?
Can I be what he needs me to be?
Is my twisted mind worthy?
I can't and I'm not
I'm fleeing to protect his heart
But that's a lie
I'm afraid to see my reflection
In his eyes
I'm leaving him behind
He'll salvage what he can with time
My heart is jaded and fractured
No matter where I go I take me with me
I can't seem to escape this prison of my own mind
Please someone reach out
To catch me from falling
Down the rabbit hole tonight

Grace
IDryad
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Thank you littlewolf6 for your entry.

Leena
Elena-_-_
Lost Thinker
Canada
Joined 10th Sep 2014
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Belonging


Praying to God is taking too long

And a deal with the devil treats me like a pawn

Another option is to say "Fuck the two"

But I still believe in you


Clinging to the hope that you'll return

Thinking of all the pictures to burn

Whether or not you do come back

I can't say that it could last


So now I'm lying awake at night

With sleep comes the greatest fright

Trying to sleep restlessly

Falling asleep hopefully


But in my dreams you're telling me

I don't belong, you're leaving me

I won't belong, you're leaving me

I never belonged, you've left me

Grace
IDryad
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Thank you Leena for your participation.

rabbitquest
Dangerous Mind
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My stockpile of carrots were down to three days

the long winter lay ahead of me

i had spent my precious days showering
gifts onto the young lady

who left me

here i am in a cold barn without a blanket or food in
my stomach

"Hey man you need some help?"
No i said
too cautious of accepting aid out of
fear they would kill me
or
it just was the language of my personality
unable to acccept any form of a helping
hand even though i spent a fair chunk of
myself giving to others when they asked.

perhaps it was a self preservaation instinct.

perhaps i had not let myself get into such a vulnerable
position
riding 45 miles on an old bike on an empty stomach

Grace
IDryad
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Thank you Rabbitquest for your entry.

paige
Lost Thinker
Jamaica
Joined 14th Nov 2014
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My desire

I yearn for the day my spirit can be free
the day that the Lord will cleanse my soul
and take me close to thee
I feel enslaved by d walls of my own house
I get so skared by d squeak of a mouse
Am in this dark hole to dark to see the sky,
this darkeness am in skare the tears from
coming from my eyes.
I want to be pulled up but am too far out of reach
I know I will recover this there is a lesson I must
teach, oh how am gonna fight no matter how much
I have lost my destiny is to meet Jesus at the foot
of the cross.

Grace
IDryad
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Thank you for your entry, Paige.

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