Poetry competition CLOSED 7th May 2015 8:09am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
Krosgood
SKIN
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
write about what this in a creative original way!
Write about this topic in a non pornographic or sexual way.
I dare you to be original
Disclaimer : Sorry but I do not want to read 10 poems about touching either.....There are many other ways to describe the topic
One poem each,enjoy and good luck!!!
I dare you to be original
Disclaimer : Sorry but I do not want to read 10 poems about touching either.....There are many other ways to describe the topic
One poem each,enjoy and good luck!!!
Anonymous
skin
sometimes i feel
pressure
can’t tell you where it
originates
but that doesn’t mean it’s not
real
you know how you constantly
moisturize
trying desperately to
alleviate
the pain of dryness and
cracks
but nothing works and you
settle
into the routine of
hurt
i want to shed this
prison
like a snake sheds its
scales
slither around in
newness
even for just a few fleeting
seconds
feeling trapped and broken and patched together
what i wouldn’t give for a ripping of scabs
torn down to the bloody, pink new skin
until i am flayed and raw
someone, please, push me into that great forgiving ocean
salt and tears mixing
into pain so great i wonder if i can survive
eventually, semi-numbness
and the sick pleasure of the sting
rolling and tumbling with green waves
breathing great gulps of water into my lungs
and snuffing it through my sinuses
not one cell left
untouched
in the end,
i would be
new
sometimes i feel
pressure
can’t tell you where it
originates
but that doesn’t mean it’s not
real
you know how you constantly
moisturize
trying desperately to
alleviate
the pain of dryness and
cracks
but nothing works and you
settle
into the routine of
hurt
i want to shed this
prison
like a snake sheds its
scales
slither around in
newness
even for just a few fleeting
seconds
feeling trapped and broken and patched together
what i wouldn’t give for a ripping of scabs
torn down to the bloody, pink new skin
until i am flayed and raw
someone, please, push me into that great forgiving ocean
salt and tears mixing
into pain so great i wonder if i can survive
eventually, semi-numbness
and the sick pleasure of the sting
rolling and tumbling with green waves
breathing great gulps of water into my lungs
and snuffing it through my sinuses
not one cell left
untouched
in the end,
i would be
new
Anonymous
THANK YOU MUCH Grace and Minerva for great entries
Shedding of Our skins, isn't it about time...
For Racism just may end!
Peeling back the layers You will see, that We all bleed...
Are You willing to shed Your skin?
No matter what color We are... It is only Our skin...
Generations of Racism stains Us all!
Isn't it about time, that We all live in peace... And teach Our children that God loves Us... Each and Everyone of Us, No matter the color of Our skin!
Will You join Me in shedding Racism while being proud of who We are?
Red, Yellow, Black and White... We are all precious in His sight!
Instead of shedding of Our skins...
Lets shed Our selves of Racism and live in peace!
So We'll, find that We as a Human race... Can enjoy being in Our own skin...
The Diener's Masterpiece
The cutting is done,
a day's work, complete.
They have found what lies beneath
the skin--
Trypanosoma
(eensy, weensy, teensy, Tse-Tse...)
eating, eating
the host to death;
his heart, his lungs, his brain.
Flagellates, soft and cozy
in their beds of tissue.
They have all gone home,
Pathologist, interns,
but the Diener stays
sewing--
as Mozart plays in the background.
Each stitch, expertly,
(lovingly...)
placed to reconnect
what the scalpels and bone saws opened.
Sutured then washed, the body
is prepared for the family.
(toe-tagger, body-bagger...)
They mourn
while the Diener closes the morgue drawer;
a metallic "click!"
and the lights shut out as she steps
into the late afternoon air,
an artic winter blast making cold
her skin
as the bodies inside.
**a "Diener" is an autopsy tech/assistant
The cutting is done,
a day's work, complete.
They have found what lies beneath
the skin--
Trypanosoma
(eensy, weensy, teensy, Tse-Tse...)
eating, eating
the host to death;
his heart, his lungs, his brain.
Flagellates, soft and cozy
in their beds of tissue.
They have all gone home,
Pathologist, interns,
but the Diener stays
sewing--
as Mozart plays in the background.
Each stitch, expertly,
(lovingly...)
placed to reconnect
what the scalpels and bone saws opened.
Sutured then washed, the body
is prepared for the family.
(toe-tagger, body-bagger...)
They mourn
while the Diener closes the morgue drawer;
a metallic "click!"
and the lights shut out as she steps
into the late afternoon air,
an artic winter blast making cold
her skin
as the bodies inside.
**a "Diener" is an autopsy tech/assistant
Your not alone... So don't cut
Sitting on one end.
Sitting on the other side with tears coming down.
Karma can be a real bi*ch..
Yes this poem is about you...
Your not a burden.. For I love you.
Stop carving into your arms thinking your sculpting David.
Stop painting on your skin a red canvas of scars.
Skin ain't no oil pastel.
Your more important than you can ever know.
Your worth every tear.
Your worth every prayer,
Your more than these past mistakes.
Stop dreading your existence.
Because the one on the other end, has never met one quite like you..
Sitting on one end.
Sitting on the other side with tears coming down.
Karma can be a real bi*ch..
Yes this poem is about you...
Your not a burden.. For I love you.
Stop carving into your arms thinking your sculpting David.
Stop painting on your skin a red canvas of scars.
Skin ain't no oil pastel.
Your more important than you can ever know.
Your worth every tear.
Your worth every prayer,
Your more than these past mistakes.
Stop dreading your existence.
Because the one on the other end, has never met one quite like you..
Anonymous
Whats endowed behind our Shroud
Why is it we see "people of color"
instead of humans and what lies within
Our covers are there to protect us from harm
Not to be characterized by our skin
Yes it is the first thing we see
and for that it can be an impression
But it wont tell you what's in my heart
my name, or my current profession
Can it tell you my trials,tribulation and thoughts
my hopes or my dreams or my friends that I've lost
Can it tell you about my education or skills
Or give you a hint about my depression or thrills
I have faith, beliefs, and some love that is good
Without a discourse how can that be understood
Sometimes we rush to our own bigoted conclusions
While still perpetuating some old time illusions
Stop and don't judge by our visual make up
a conversation would probably mentally shakeup
The thoughts of a person much to our chagrin
Would have less to do with our composition of skin
Why is it we see "people of color"
instead of humans and what lies within
Our covers are there to protect us from harm
Not to be characterized by our skin
Yes it is the first thing we see
and for that it can be an impression
But it wont tell you what's in my heart
my name, or my current profession
Can it tell you my trials,tribulation and thoughts
my hopes or my dreams or my friends that I've lost
Can it tell you about my education or skills
Or give you a hint about my depression or thrills
I have faith, beliefs, and some love that is good
Without a discourse how can that be understood
Sometimes we rush to our own bigoted conclusions
While still perpetuating some old time illusions
Stop and don't judge by our visual make up
a conversation would probably mentally shakeup
The thoughts of a person much to our chagrin
Would have less to do with our composition of skin
THE ENEMY INSIDE
Take a good hard look into these eyes
And tell me what you see
A parasitic growth burrowing deep
Ravenous, it feeds
At each full moon night
By rays of lunar light
The beast stirs below
Peel the skin 'neath the glow
I must wear this flesh mask
As the demon slowly gains power
Am I up to the task?
At the step of my broken tower
I must fester to ascend
And pull myself from my descent
Forged from my wrath and sorrow
To raise Hell again tomorrow
Crimes the enemy commits
For flesh and not for a prophet
The hunter's night soon begins
When the howling wolves beckon
Metamorphic beneath the moon glow
Claws rip at my prison
The bones crack as the body changes so
Lost in the confusion
The skin rips away
The Alpha shows the way
To hunt and to kill
Taste the blood 'neath the thrill
I want to taste the world
Through the sweet samplings of your flesh
I've had some queens and whores
Who tasted as sweet as the devil's caress
I must fester to ascend
And pull myself from my descent
Run beneath flights of angels
Through the caves of jagged angles
The enemy brewing inside
Among the pack there are no lies
Fancy red scarves flutter soon
Bring sweet innocence to doom
Born of the wolf's blood
An abomination
Before the eyes of God
What damnation
Awaits one motionless
In the spot light
They scream
MONSTER! FATHER! JESUS! FRAUD!
LOVER! KILLER! DEVIL! GOD!
WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME?
....why? I can feel it right beneath the skin
Like insects scuttling about on exposed flesh
This enemy inside, chewing away until I...
......must remove my skin
.....And feel the world through your's.....
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Sriracha Cha Cha
on the breast, on the thigh
California cooked or Kentucky fried,
I don't mind, I like it on
crispy crunchy and so right it's wrong
but I don't mind, leave it on
I know some like it bare
they watching their health
but I'm wanting the flavor
juicy is what I savor, when I bite
into that wet spot, tonight I get hard
you get hurt, when you squirt all over my face
but there ain't no shame in the flame
we are adults so we use hot sauce, Sriracha
my teeth tear into your flesh,
wiping the grease off my lips with your chest
no stopping me, give it all to me,
and leave the skin on
my fingers aren't the only thing
you'll be licking
we dance the forbidden fire dance,
Sriracha Cha Cha
(it ain't about sex, it's about fried chicken)
on the breast, on the thigh
California cooked or Kentucky fried,
I don't mind, I like it on
crispy crunchy and so right it's wrong
but I don't mind, leave it on
I know some like it bare
they watching their health
but I'm wanting the flavor
juicy is what I savor, when I bite
into that wet spot, tonight I get hard
you get hurt, when you squirt all over my face
but there ain't no shame in the flame
we are adults so we use hot sauce, Sriracha
my teeth tear into your flesh,
wiping the grease off my lips with your chest
no stopping me, give it all to me,
and leave the skin on
my fingers aren't the only thing
you'll be licking
we dance the forbidden fire dance,
Sriracha Cha Cha
(it ain't about sex, it's about fried chicken)
Anonymous
tHANK YOU for fantastic works, Sabrina, madam L,I love , Hades, Slow and Bo
Wow six more great entries,keep èm coming...
Wow six more great entries,keep èm coming...
Anonymous
BoFantastic said:Sriracha Cha Cha
on the breast, on the thigh
California cooked or Kentucky fried,
I don't mind, I like it on
crispy crunchy and so right it's wrong
but I don't mind, leave it on
I know some like it bare
they watching their health
but I'm wanting the flavor
juicy is what I savor, when I bite
into that wet spot, tonight I get hard
you get hurt, when you squirt all over my face
but there ain't no shame in the flame
we are adults so we use hot sauce, Sriracha
my teeth tear into your flesh,
wiping the grease off my lips with your chest
no stopping me, give it all to me,
and leave the skin on
my fingers aren't the only thing
you'll be licking
we dance the forbidden fire dance,
Sriracha Cha Cha
(it ain't about sex, it's about fried chicken)
lOL
maybe I will call you BoFantastic Fried Chicken from now on
Just kidding
on the breast, on the thigh
California cooked or Kentucky fried,
I don't mind, I like it on
crispy crunchy and so right it's wrong
but I don't mind, leave it on
I know some like it bare
they watching their health
but I'm wanting the flavor
juicy is what I savor, when I bite
into that wet spot, tonight I get hard
you get hurt, when you squirt all over my face
but there ain't no shame in the flame
we are adults so we use hot sauce, Sriracha
my teeth tear into your flesh,
wiping the grease off my lips with your chest
no stopping me, give it all to me,
and leave the skin on
my fingers aren't the only thing
you'll be licking
we dance the forbidden fire dance,
Sriracha Cha Cha
(it ain't about sex, it's about fried chicken)
lOL maybe I will call you BoFantastic Fried Chicken from now on
Just kidding
started out as a way to make them feel guilty
but it was more to deal with my anguish,in all honesty
i knew they saw me scrape myself with the jagged broken pencil
that i had broken out of anger
soon when i was moved to a new school
i kept the habit going i got a rush from it . it felt good to release in some way
the boy that had taken to flirting with me knew that i did that to myself because i had told him
he asked me if he could see them so i pulled up my sleeve.
he ran his hand over my arm and his touch soothed it.
he did not care if i maimed myself and loved me anyway
when i asked him to keeo it a secret he did
i uraveled my past to him and his to me
when my tears sounded louder than a rain cloud in my head.
he was there to soothe that dread.
he stilk there from time to time
when i get too in my head
to assure me that im not stupid
and to tell me that he loves me.
but it was more to deal with my anguish,in all honesty
i knew they saw me scrape myself with the jagged broken pencil
that i had broken out of anger
soon when i was moved to a new school
i kept the habit going i got a rush from it . it felt good to release in some way
the boy that had taken to flirting with me knew that i did that to myself because i had told him
he asked me if he could see them so i pulled up my sleeve.
he ran his hand over my arm and his touch soothed it.
he did not care if i maimed myself and loved me anyway
when i asked him to keeo it a secret he did
i uraveled my past to him and his to me
when my tears sounded louder than a rain cloud in my head.
he was there to soothe that dread.
he stilk there from time to time
when i get too in my head
to assure me that im not stupid
and to tell me that he loves me.
"Under the Skin"
She was dark
A mysterious seductress
Consuming the bones and blood of men
Reducing them to lifeless hollow skins
Left to drift in the void of her heart
So beautiful her cover was
Irresistible her eyes, her curves, her... HER
They followed her flesh
Like a scent a dog could not resist
Without realizing the black widow in her
Was hiding beneath a sheath
Like a spider in its web
Luring its mate into a trap of desire
To feed its hunger on the lust of lovers
Oh that skin, that soft and sensual skin
What lies beneath will surely end in a fiery sin
(jj johnson)
She was dark
A mysterious seductress
Consuming the bones and blood of men
Reducing them to lifeless hollow skins
Left to drift in the void of her heart
So beautiful her cover was
Irresistible her eyes, her curves, her... HER
They followed her flesh
Like a scent a dog could not resist
Without realizing the black widow in her
Was hiding beneath a sheath
Like a spider in its web
Luring its mate into a trap of desire
To feed its hunger on the lust of lovers
Oh that skin, that soft and sensual skin
What lies beneath will surely end in a fiery sin
(jj johnson)
I have this skin.
I didn't ask for it.
I have to live with it.
Until I don't.
Its the wrong skin.
Stretched and scarred.
Forming the wrong things
in the wrong places.
Covering damaged bones.
This skin tells my story,
But only to those who read carefully.
I didn't ask for it.
I have to live with it.
Until I don't.
Its the wrong skin.
Stretched and scarred.
Forming the wrong things
in the wrong places.
Covering damaged bones.
This skin tells my story,
But only to those who read carefully.
