Poetry competition CLOSED 27th December 2014 7:22am
WINNER
toniscales (Lost Girl)
toniscales (Lost Girl)
RUNNER-UP:
LobodeSanPedro
Blood and Bone
Poetry Contest Description
Write 50 words micro poetry filled with dark sentences.
Use your negative mind to construct gore sentences and mind puzzling word formation to construct 50 words long poetry.
A person can post upto 5 poetry.
A person can post upto 5 poetry.
I play in the blood that ooze's,
It gives me joy I have never before known.
Lick it slowly from my hand,
With my spade tongue devouring you.
My last seduction as I consume you,
Like a straw I suck you bones,
Your marrow feeding my lifes force.
Drawing your essence completely.
It gives me joy I have never before known.
Lick it slowly from my hand,
With my spade tongue devouring you.
My last seduction as I consume you,
Like a straw I suck you bones,
Your marrow feeding my lifes force.
Drawing your essence completely.
It Was An Accident (Title)
It was an accident
That was her excuse when I confronted her
about that night
Guess she was stumbling around in the dark
when she tripped
and fell
right on his dick
Makes perfect sense
I was cleaning my gun
And it just went off,
suddenly
It was an accident
It was an accident
That was her excuse when I confronted her
about that night
Guess she was stumbling around in the dark
when she tripped
and fell
right on his dick
Makes perfect sense
I was cleaning my gun
And it just went off,
suddenly
It was an accident
Think About It (title)
Think about it
You rarely hear of murder
happening in rural areas
Still, the missing person's list
continues to grow
What happened, is anybody's guess,
the truth may never come out
You should really watch what you do
you could end up like them
another statistic
Think about it
Think about it
You rarely hear of murder
happening in rural areas
Still, the missing person's list
continues to grow
What happened, is anybody's guess,
the truth may never come out
You should really watch what you do
you could end up like them
another statistic
Think about it
Dwellers of night drink black death juice
from the wounds of the rotting dead.
They feed on putrid flesh that stink of ruin
and the undead decaying corpses squirm.
Silent screams from wasted tongues,
slowly being devoured by maggot worms.
Rotting, corroded, putrefying in decay
dissolving streams of bodily fluids gleam.
As Death descends in nightmare dreams.
from the wounds of the rotting dead.
They feed on putrid flesh that stink of ruin
and the undead decaying corpses squirm.
Silent screams from wasted tongues,
slowly being devoured by maggot worms.
Rotting, corroded, putrefying in decay
dissolving streams of bodily fluids gleam.
As Death descends in nightmare dreams.
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KILL THE FAWN
Devotees dressed in white
Bare footed debutants of the night
They dance the blood dance
Moving in rhythmic entranced
To the beat of djembe drum
Kill the goat and then the hen
Ivory tornado spins and whirls
Watch that wanton Caribbean girl
To the spirit Oya, “we call upon!”
Time to bleed the spotted fawn
KILL THE FAWN
Devotees dressed in white
Bare footed debutants of the night
They dance the blood dance
Moving in rhythmic entranced
To the beat of djembe drum
Kill the goat and then the hen
Ivory tornado spins and whirls
Watch that wanton Caribbean girl
To the spirit Oya, “we call upon!”
Time to bleed the spotted fawn
I'll pretend to be Sorry I'll ppretend to care,
I might even go as far as to shed a tear.
But my lie will be so real they'll never suspect,
I'm the one that signed your check.
They will never know How I ripped out your throat,
Or decided to wear your flesh like a coat.
They'll never know that it was me,
And that I slit your neck out of jealousy.
I might even go as far as to shed a tear.
But my lie will be so real they'll never suspect,
I'm the one that signed your check.
They will never know How I ripped out your throat,
Or decided to wear your flesh like a coat.
They'll never know that it was me,
And that I slit your neck out of jealousy.
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KILL THE FAWN
(part II)
'Blood Possession'
Ghosts invade her swooning soul
Filling her beautiful body whole
She has become Le Grande Zombie
‘Great snake swallowing its body’
She falls, shudders and screams
In violent seizures of ecstasy
A year and day have gone away
Tonight the dead come out to play
So smile and whistle Jesus Malverde
And laugh and sing Santa Muerte
Caribbean girl convulses climaxing
To voodoo intonation enchanting
“Who knew sex with the dead could be so fun!”
KILL THE FAWN
(part II)
'Blood Possession'
Ghosts invade her swooning soul
Filling her beautiful body whole
She has become Le Grande Zombie
‘Great snake swallowing its body’
She falls, shudders and screams
In violent seizures of ecstasy
A year and day have gone away
Tonight the dead come out to play
So smile and whistle Jesus Malverde
And laugh and sing Santa Muerte
Caribbean girl convulses climaxing
To voodoo intonation enchanting
“Who knew sex with the dead could be so fun!”
Ritualistic
She skipped across the street,
the Queen Bee had arrived.
Posies surrounding her,
all of them, right on time.
Cut out their daylights,
carving out some flesh.
Human for the sacrifice,
He deserves no less.
For under the blood moon,
My prayers come true.
They Bleed.
So mote it be.
She skipped across the street,
the Queen Bee had arrived.
Posies surrounding her,
all of them, right on time.
Cut out their daylights,
carving out some flesh.
Human for the sacrifice,
He deserves no less.
For under the blood moon,
My prayers come true.
They Bleed.
So mote it be.
