Poetry competition CLOSED 17th November 2014 11:04am
WINNER
case28 (Alexander Case)
case28 (Alexander Case)
RUNNER-UP:
lepperochan
Reading List Add - What's your best?
Poetry Contest Description
Post your most bookmarked poem!
This is a best of your best challenge. Simply post your write that has the most "Reading List" (bookmark) adds. In the event there's a tie within your body of work - choose the one that has the most reads. If the piece has previously won a competition please do not enter it - just move to your next piece.
I'm anticipating an eclectic mix of work - so I'll be inviting a few eyes to help with the judging. If you'd care to be a reader on this one - just PM me.
Post the entire piece as well as it's link.
Salud.
FYI: there's a sort feature on the "My Poems" page that will help you sort through this.
I'm anticipating an eclectic mix of work - so I'll be inviting a few eyes to help with the judging. If you'd care to be a reader on this one - just PM me.
Post the entire piece as well as it's link.
Salud.
FYI: there's a sort feature on the "My Poems" page that will help you sort through this.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/172810-muse/
MUSE
here i lay
cocooned in my bed
your words floating in my aura
in all their glory
i've gone back through your poetry
reading your beautiful words
i want you to know
your work inspires me
you are a POET
there's no doubt about it
your melding of words
so delicious they make me
salivate
your artwork....
is there nothing you cannot create?
your mind
i want to explore
what makes you tick?
what makes you ache?
like van gogh who's muses were his contemparies
i think this is what you'll be to me
i do not need to name you here
you know
who you be
(PMI)
MUSE
here i lay
cocooned in my bed
your words floating in my aura
in all their glory
i've gone back through your poetry
reading your beautiful words
i want you to know
your work inspires me
you are a POET
there's no doubt about it
your melding of words
so delicious they make me
salivate
your artwork....
is there nothing you cannot create?
your mind
i want to explore
what makes you tick?
what makes you ache?
like van gogh who's muses were his contemparies
i think this is what you'll be to me
i do not need to name you here
you know
who you be
(PMI)
Anonymous
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/180093-suicidal-love/
Suicidal Love
My bones moan with your sorrow,
black and white shivers in moonlight
as you scrape melancholy melodies
across ribs which encase grey heart of night.
Your fingers draw blood from hope
with depression's desperate, fatal strokes.
Spiritual whispers of precious dreams choked
by the strangling stronghold of stormy reality
echo out the final groaning beg to make it all go away.
To feel your love--- when I can never have it--- is suicide.
(Inspired by Trent Reznor on piano)
Suicidal Love
My bones moan with your sorrow,
black and white shivers in moonlight
as you scrape melancholy melodies
across ribs which encase grey heart of night.
Your fingers draw blood from hope
with depression's desperate, fatal strokes.
Spiritual whispers of precious dreams choked
by the strangling stronghold of stormy reality
echo out the final groaning beg to make it all go away.
To feel your love--- when I can never have it--- is suicide.
(Inspired by Trent Reznor on piano)
Building Ships
They start from seeming chaos,
Molten metal poured, moulded, hammered, rolled.
In machine shops, men hunch over lathes
And frown at slow-revolving shapes,
Engrossed in mysteries of size and tolerances,
Like alchemists who turn base metal into ships.
And somehow, one day, on the sloping slip,
Giant ribs stand stark, pointing skywards,
Like a carcass picked clean by colossal vultures.
Men swarm over them for weeks
Amid the endless din of drills and riveting,
And the hiss and spray of welders’ sparks.
Steel sides appear, decks are laid,
And suddenly a towering ship is there,
Black-sided, vast, festooned with ropes and cradles,
Impossibly balanced on its narrow keel.
Then launch day has arrived -
A bottle breaks and she is on her way.
Slowly at first, and then with massive, gathering speed,
She slides with grace towards her raison d’être.
Drag chains rattle and pull taut,
The waiting waves receive her like a bride,
The tugs hoot and she is gently towed away
To be prepared for life upon the seas.
So we, conceived by chance and shaped by many hands,
Set out. We know not where, nor what shores we shall see,
What storms, what calms we shall endure,
What monsters of the deep, what siren songs,
Our only certainty a final resting place
Far from the lost land of our home.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/25694-building-ships/
They start from seeming chaos,
Molten metal poured, moulded, hammered, rolled.
In machine shops, men hunch over lathes
And frown at slow-revolving shapes,
Engrossed in mysteries of size and tolerances,
Like alchemists who turn base metal into ships.
And somehow, one day, on the sloping slip,
Giant ribs stand stark, pointing skywards,
Like a carcass picked clean by colossal vultures.
Men swarm over them for weeks
Amid the endless din of drills and riveting,
And the hiss and spray of welders’ sparks.
Steel sides appear, decks are laid,
And suddenly a towering ship is there,
Black-sided, vast, festooned with ropes and cradles,
Impossibly balanced on its narrow keel.
Then launch day has arrived -
A bottle breaks and she is on her way.
Slowly at first, and then with massive, gathering speed,
She slides with grace towards her raison d’être.
Drag chains rattle and pull taut,
The waiting waves receive her like a bride,
The tugs hoot and she is gently towed away
To be prepared for life upon the seas.
So we, conceived by chance and shaped by many hands,
Set out. We know not where, nor what shores we shall see,
What storms, what calms we shall endure,
What monsters of the deep, what siren songs,
Our only certainty a final resting place
Far from the lost land of our home.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/25694-building-ships/
Inclinations.
Slowly I strip
your silhouette
sinking solid seduction
into my skimpy sky
sexy shadows
in secluded starlight
slip and slide
in swelling sensuality
masterful motion
merges magnetic minds
moisture mixing
melting
moving
in a magical maze
of mutual madness
moonlit masturbation
motivates
inflaming imaginations
impulsive ignition
impaling me with
intense insistence
inside an irresistible
and intimate invitation
infusing internal inclinations
liquid luster
on limbs lubricate
lingering
listening to love's
lullaby
libidos lift and lower
licking luscious lips
effusive eagerness
evokes exhilaration
enriching
erotic
and electrifying
entering ecstasy
we explode enraptured
enveloping each others
eternity
*
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/150940-inclinations/
Slowly I strip
your silhouette
sinking solid seduction
into my skimpy sky
sexy shadows
in secluded starlight
slip and slide
in swelling sensuality
masterful motion
merges magnetic minds
moisture mixing
melting
moving
in a magical maze
of mutual madness
moonlit masturbation
motivates
inflaming imaginations
impulsive ignition
impaling me with
intense insistence
inside an irresistible
and intimate invitation
infusing internal inclinations
liquid luster
on limbs lubricate
lingering
listening to love's
lullaby
libidos lift and lower
licking luscious lips
effusive eagerness
evokes exhilaration
enriching
erotic
and electrifying
entering ecstasy
we explode enraptured
enveloping each others
eternity
*
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/150940-inclinations/
Word Fetish
Write me a letter, a song
Hate mail, or anything
Combine nouns and adverbs
For that perfectly honed sting
Caress my frontal cortex
With that silver tongue
Seduce my synapses
This romance has begun
Your subtle nuances
Make it hard to detect
Quit boring me with platitudes
Molest me with your intellect
To seek and to find
My most sumptuous bits
To unclasp and grasp
My dazzling wits
I didn't think it ever
Needed to be said
The best foreplay I've had
Is when you play with my head
My mind to be precise
You cannot be mistaken
If you use the right words
There's no need to be faking
More adjectives and metaphors
I'm about to go insane
This isn't the only time
I take the lord's name in vain
Oh god I think I'm coming
To the inevitable conclusion
That this truly is
My only absolution
I penetrate your mind
When you hadn't a clue
My pen planted seed
I just mind fucked you too
I'm a sexual intellectual
In double entendre I dabble
I can't help but smile when asked;
"Who's down for some Scrabble?"
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/73123-word-fetish/
(Not one of my favorites anymore, but dems da rules).
Just what the doctor ordered
never been one to invest too much hope
when blowing out candles on my birthday cakes
not since the age of nine
when I was sure I'd done everything right
eyes shut tight and fists clenched
blew like a boy possessed
woke up the next day
still me, and not where I'd asked to be at all
don't mind saying
that a world without magic
can age a kid
up the park yesterday
walking 'round taking in the scene
kind of serene in it's own way
watching nature's course
had the little fellow with me
he's nine and he still sees magic about the place
you should have seen his face when we found the well
Christ, I envied him
watched him throw my coin to water
close his eyes
and clench his fist
he smiled, kind of smile
that said he'd done something good for someone
never asked him what he'd wished
some things are best when they're left unsaid
up the park again today
alone this time
because sometimes I like it better that way
found myself at the well
threw a coin in,
shut my eyes and clenched my fists white
and made my wish
never even crossed my mind
that I didn't believe in magic
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/71587-just-what-the-doctor-ordered/
never been one to invest too much hope
when blowing out candles on my birthday cakes
not since the age of nine
when I was sure I'd done everything right
eyes shut tight and fists clenched
blew like a boy possessed
woke up the next day
still me, and not where I'd asked to be at all
don't mind saying
that a world without magic
can age a kid
up the park yesterday
walking 'round taking in the scene
kind of serene in it's own way
watching nature's course
had the little fellow with me
he's nine and he still sees magic about the place
you should have seen his face when we found the well
Christ, I envied him
watched him throw my coin to water
close his eyes
and clench his fist
he smiled, kind of smile
that said he'd done something good for someone
never asked him what he'd wished
some things are best when they're left unsaid
up the park again today
alone this time
because sometimes I like it better that way
found myself at the well
threw a coin in,
shut my eyes and clenched my fists white
and made my wish
never even crossed my mind
that I didn't believe in magic
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/71587-just-what-the-doctor-ordered/
Impending
I am the moon and the tides.
I am the storm, the battered sea,
raging, raging, until the waters whirl,
deliquesce to droplets, dried in torrid heat…
I am creatures reposed to salty bones,
and I am the undulating desert gorging on them.
I am the Aeolian winds grinding mountains to sand,
blowing away my own dust to bare rock.
I am the tremors, unrelenting shockwaves, collapsing cliffs.
I am the molten lava flows, undermining tectonics.
Beyond the caldera, the release withheld…
The intensity is high, I bleed diamonds…
Shear and tensile cracks throughout,
upwards and downwards;
unpeeling the mantle, liquid substrata, shaken core.
This world is crumbling... I am crumbling.
I am the imploding planet, spinning off axis,
out of orbit planetary collisions, the space flak.
I am the unfathomable supernova, cluster detonation
white nuclear, radioactive fusion.
I am the fading neutron stars, the star dust...
the black hole...
v o i d
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/152663-impending/
I am the moon and the tides.
I am the storm, the battered sea,
raging, raging, until the waters whirl,
deliquesce to droplets, dried in torrid heat…
I am creatures reposed to salty bones,
and I am the undulating desert gorging on them.
I am the Aeolian winds grinding mountains to sand,
blowing away my own dust to bare rock.
I am the tremors, unrelenting shockwaves, collapsing cliffs.
I am the molten lava flows, undermining tectonics.
Beyond the caldera, the release withheld…
The intensity is high, I bleed diamonds…
Shear and tensile cracks throughout,
upwards and downwards;
unpeeling the mantle, liquid substrata, shaken core.
This world is crumbling... I am crumbling.
I am the imploding planet, spinning off axis,
out of orbit planetary collisions, the space flak.
I am the unfathomable supernova, cluster detonation
white nuclear, radioactive fusion.
I am the fading neutron stars, the star dust...
the black hole...
v o i d
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/152663-impending/
Awkward Beautiful
Today is the day I die.
But that doesn’t mean a thing to me.
Because the last thought I will have is of you.
And as the flames cover me just know that I am at peace.
Reminiscing of the day we first met
That sight when I looked into your eyes,
you were so awkward yet so beautiful.
That smile drove me into your heart
Day’s got hard but we fought through the odds.
We were young and had it all.
Still I feared it would end because I could be such a dork,
I realized in time, that you were the same.
Just know the pain doesn’t hurt me because the last memory I have is of you.
Like when we laid down together talking about the sky,
As I turned to kiss you, you begged me to wait.
So I took your hand and ran it across my face,
and told you that the next time will be the day.
Now I know what we are,
We are human.
I know what we are meant for,
It’s to live.
And when we die it’s not a tragedy.
It’s just the end.
So I’m sorry, but just know I loved you more and more every day.
If there is an afterlife I will wait for you.
Than I saw it coming, the crash shattered my ears.
As the flames covered my body they evaporated my tears.
I started to turn to ashes as I stood up so unprepared,
not ready to lose you,
But so happy I knew you.
With all my heart.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/181976-awkward-beautiful/
Today is the day I die.
But that doesn’t mean a thing to me.
Because the last thought I will have is of you.
And as the flames cover me just know that I am at peace.
Reminiscing of the day we first met
That sight when I looked into your eyes,
you were so awkward yet so beautiful.
That smile drove me into your heart
Day’s got hard but we fought through the odds.
We were young and had it all.
Still I feared it would end because I could be such a dork,
I realized in time, that you were the same.
Just know the pain doesn’t hurt me because the last memory I have is of you.
Like when we laid down together talking about the sky,
As I turned to kiss you, you begged me to wait.
So I took your hand and ran it across my face,
and told you that the next time will be the day.
Now I know what we are,
We are human.
I know what we are meant for,
It’s to live.
And when we die it’s not a tragedy.
It’s just the end.
So I’m sorry, but just know I loved you more and more every day.
If there is an afterlife I will wait for you.
Than I saw it coming, the crash shattered my ears.
As the flames covered my body they evaporated my tears.
I started to turn to ashes as I stood up so unprepared,
not ready to lose you,
But so happy I knew you.
With all my heart.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/181976-awkward-beautiful/
I'll post it up soon. 
