Poetry competition CLOSED 28th February 2015 4:46am
WINNER
toniscales (Lost Girl)
toniscales (Lost Girl)
RUNNER-UP:
lepperochan
Short and Sweet
Poetry Contest Description
Short series of 3
Pick a topic and write a series of three poems on that topic. Each poem should be between 30 and 50 words each, and have its own individual title under the main topic. Total of 150 words for the series (not including the titles).
If you have any questions please feel free to message me.
example
on depression (a series of 3), by Indie Adams
-Mornings-
Caffeine-cigarette wakeup call
the world looks grey again
though the sun shines down
without a silver lining to spark my soul
into the sun lit dreamings
of every best yesterday
-Street light car crash-
Bloody knuckles and busted cars
bottle in hand to drown out the crowding
that crows along discordant paths
of chaotic chemistry
The telegraph pole looks tempting
tonight
wrapped in my blood
-Midnight cigarette burns-
Cigarette burns
pockmarked couch
ash on my skin where the cherry kissed
the insomniatic drop of paper fire nicotine
Late night TV
phone sex advertising
I don’t feel a thing
Rules: No erotica/porn, or gratuitous violence.
Two weeks. Have fun
If you have any questions please feel free to message me.
example
on depression (a series of 3), by Indie Adams
-Mornings-
Caffeine-cigarette wakeup call
the world looks grey again
though the sun shines down
without a silver lining to spark my soul
into the sun lit dreamings
of every best yesterday
-Street light car crash-
Bloody knuckles and busted cars
bottle in hand to drown out the crowding
that crows along discordant paths
of chaotic chemistry
The telegraph pole looks tempting
tonight
wrapped in my blood
-Midnight cigarette burns-
Cigarette burns
pockmarked couch
ash on my skin where the cherry kissed
the insomniatic drop of paper fire nicotine
Late night TV
phone sex advertising
I don’t feel a thing
Rules: No erotica/porn, or gratuitous violence.
Two weeks. Have fun
Anonymous
In Sanity and Out
Change
It's not 3am that gets to me
rainy Sundays and grey Mondays
are alright
but 2 o'clock on a sunny Tuesday
my monkey dead and hope shining
in every eye that looks my way
that's when I feel the weight
the sinking and strangling feeling
of change because different
from me is necessary
Free
My tolerance only counts
in doses they calculate
not what I can take
I have to buckle down
and tie my thoughts to something
sinking fast or I might get lost
put on some weight
where I'm lightest and remember
I'm free and the scars
are just my souvenirs
Time
Its on my mind more than
on my side
scares me that its mine and
I'm notorious for its abuse
I'd rather waste it than do it
and some moments feel endless
but
if I get down then mine is up
funny how that works
'Eons' - 3-parter competition. (IADU.)
-
Eon Blue Apocaylpse
-
Dogs of war death ensemble
with these dealers cuttin dirt
and dumpin' their hydro hollow dope.
I bought in
& made a deal with the damned;
only damning myself in the making.
-
Eons
My guitar is an extension of my body.
My fingers, woven wishfully to my left wrist.. are its wings,
its thumb the Guitar's spine support.
My right wrist its conductor; signalling bio-electric static
through the strings in an amplified echo of its beauty.
With every strum
and every pick
and every drum.
I close my eyes, my forearms flex in
fluid muscle memory, poised below my fretboard.
I sit here and play for the tornado to take me.
-
Eon Red Apocalypse
Woven words woe the wicked
whilst wrenching riffs rock the righteous
we've all got a little good 'n bad.
Without me being a sinner
there's no you being a saint.
So sodden on off to heavenhell.
-
-
Eon Blue Apocaylpse
-
Dogs of war death ensemble
with these dealers cuttin dirt
and dumpin' their hydro hollow dope.
I bought in
& made a deal with the damned;
only damning myself in the making.
-
Eons
My guitar is an extension of my body.
My fingers, woven wishfully to my left wrist.. are its wings,
its thumb the Guitar's spine support.
My right wrist its conductor; signalling bio-electric static
through the strings in an amplified echo of its beauty.
With every strum
and every pick
and every drum.
I close my eyes, my forearms flex in
fluid muscle memory, poised below my fretboard.
I sit here and play for the tornado to take me.
-
Eon Red Apocalypse
Woven words woe the wicked
whilst wrenching riffs rock the righteous
we've all got a little good 'n bad.
Without me being a sinner
there's no you being a saint.
So sodden on off to heavenhell.
-
A Day In My Life In A New England Winter
Morning:
Each morning when I wake up from sleep,
It’s snowed again, another three feet!
No school once more, this semester’s a joke—
We’re so far behind; to finish—no hope.
Midday:
With another delay in teaching my class,
I once again, fill the snow-blower with gas
And pray to God with all my heart,
It comes to life, with electric-start.
Evening:
Busted my ass, the snow-blowing’s, through;
Time to get to job number two,
A night in the lab—it’s a race against time
To get out of the driveway before the plow goes by!
(Snugglebuck--this is somehow your fault; why can't you guys keep the damn snow out in Mary Tyler Moore-ville, Minnesota where it belongs??!) 
Morning:
Each morning when I wake up from sleep,
It’s snowed again, another three feet!
No school once more, this semester’s a joke—
We’re so far behind; to finish—no hope.
Midday:
With another delay in teaching my class,
I once again, fill the snow-blower with gas
And pray to God with all my heart,
It comes to life, with electric-start.
Evening:
Busted my ass, the snow-blowing’s, through;
Time to get to job number two,
A night in the lab—it’s a race against time
To get out of the driveway before the plow goes by!
(Snugglebuck--this is somehow your fault; why can't you guys keep the damn snow out in Mary Tyler Moore-ville, Minnesota where it belongs??!)
On Being a Bad Mother
The First Sin
I ticked off your childhood
like fat seconds on a watch
I walked you through
a burning chapel of incense
to place you at a desk
like a sacrifice
I was too fevered
to notice the stains on your shoes
knots like horror beads
in that chestnut weave
of innocence
Moments Gone Forever
my carnival self
this pale frail woman you watch
throw open her mouth wide and laugh
is like the ephemeral flower
does not last the night
there is not enough time
to vent my neuroses
among your scattered pilgrim papers
an orange-eyed Columbus
sunk deep to drown
in lima-green seas
Please Know I Love You
if I should die before I wake
will you remember me
your creator of ripe morning breath
distracted disastrous affections
little heartbreaking human
walking in big-slippered feet
your perfume at my hands
when I’m un-showered for days
a raccoon girl you wish might gather
peace-pearls in her sleep
The First Sin
I ticked off your childhood
like fat seconds on a watch
I walked you through
a burning chapel of incense
to place you at a desk
like a sacrifice
I was too fevered
to notice the stains on your shoes
knots like horror beads
in that chestnut weave
of innocence
Moments Gone Forever
my carnival self
this pale frail woman you watch
throw open her mouth wide and laugh
is like the ephemeral flower
does not last the night
there is not enough time
to vent my neuroses
among your scattered pilgrim papers
an orange-eyed Columbus
sunk deep to drown
in lima-green seas
Please Know I Love You
if I should die before I wake
will you remember me
your creator of ripe morning breath
distracted disastrous affections
little heartbreaking human
walking in big-slippered feet
your perfume at my hands
when I’m un-showered for days
a raccoon girl you wish might gather
peace-pearls in her sleep
-Basic Assumptions-
Stories,experiences and testimonies,
All skillfully woven together,
To make a particular set of people,
To see hating others as better.
-Smoke From A Secret Fire-
For no particular reason,
Towards a particular type,
Strong passions are directed,
A motif-less dislike.
Conflicts arise,
Peace goes aflight,
Innocent lives are jeopardized,
By people who don't even know why they fight.
-Broken Spell-
But after every night,
Comes a beautiful dawn,
Nature in its own fairness,
Knows when to calm the storm.
Knowledge and insights are given,
Upsetting negative trends,
For once stereotypes are broken,
In our supposed enemies we find beautiful friends.
Stories,experiences and testimonies,
All skillfully woven together,
To make a particular set of people,
To see hating others as better.
-Smoke From A Secret Fire-
For no particular reason,
Towards a particular type,
Strong passions are directed,
A motif-less dislike.
Conflicts arise,
Peace goes aflight,
Innocent lives are jeopardized,
By people who don't even know why they fight.
-Broken Spell-
But after every night,
Comes a beautiful dawn,
Nature in its own fairness,
Knows when to calm the storm.
Knowledge and insights are given,
Upsetting negative trends,
For once stereotypes are broken,
In our supposed enemies we find beautiful friends.
Anonymous
"how you make others feel says a lot about you."
i. invigorated
reduced to giggles and crooked smiles
your replies to my somewhat
chaotic thoughts are
witty and full of sarcastic sting
bringing me closer to you
with every drop of
word from your luscious mouth
making me feel
invigorated
ii. beautiful
you don’t have to tell me
hungry eyes follow every move
curve around hips
and breast and mind
taking it all in
while you watch me
tidy the room
going on and on
about the shop being out
of your favorite licorice
that look makes me feel
beautiful
iii. wanted
refusing to be pushed away
even when terrible words are said
hiding them away because
you know i really
don’t mean them
i just have this thing
you pick up my pieces
hold them to your chest
making me feel put back together
i. invigorated
reduced to giggles and crooked smiles
your replies to my somewhat
chaotic thoughts are
witty and full of sarcastic sting
bringing me closer to you
with every drop of
word from your luscious mouth
making me feel
invigorated
ii. beautiful
you don’t have to tell me
hungry eyes follow every move
curve around hips
and breast and mind
taking it all in
while you watch me
tidy the room
going on and on
about the shop being out
of your favorite licorice
that look makes me feel
beautiful
iii. wanted
refusing to be pushed away
even when terrible words are said
hiding them away because
you know i really
don’t mean them
i just have this thing
you pick up my pieces
hold them to your chest
making me feel put back together
