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Savaja
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The Longest Poem

poet Anonymous

Poetry Contest

comp title says it all

This comp is for the Poets that have a love for penning extended poetry. . .So pen your heart out!


Comp Info:

No Babbling.  Poem must have a meaning
Poem can be as long as you want; any theme, any genre
1 Entry Per Poet/Poetress
1 Week to Complete
Have Fun!


poet Anonymous

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Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
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- A Highway Bound For Heaven -
Based on a dream I had on June 11, 2010

Part One: The Empty Vessel

Down a highway marked by time and lined with hills…
I walked alone, unloved and feeling the weight of years.
Knowing not if I was in dream or beyond my very flesh,
I walked alone, and felt the cold biting me with chills…
Until it seemed that I walked forever filling up with tears!
I was not part of the whole: nor adding to a higher mesh.
Behind me was a big city, all in ruins crumbling away…
Before was the highway, as unending as the longest day.

I wandered lost, until I came to a small city in a desert,
Where two factions warred, to claim all that did remain.
I was caught in the fighting, until my spirit it did pervert,
And, taking shelter in a building I was lost in all my pain.
Therein I found a tapestry hung upon an old nearby wall,
Behind which: was a glowing portal shimmering with awe.
Shimmering and circular in shape, red as fire there within,
The portal was like the eye of a god, first bright then dim.

From that portal floated on air, a long ship of the Norse,
That: settled in the massive building like a galloping horse.
As soon as it had come to rest, I heard a voice to say…
That it wished it had summoned an army of red demons,
Rather than an empty boat from some lost bygone day.
And then I was distracted from this magical summons…
By a chest of metal upon the floor, I had not prior seen.
In it were statues of knights, with armor of bright sheen!

Part Two: Journey Into Infinity

I placed the statues in the boat and they became alive…
They grew to human size and piloted the boat, as crew.
It sailed back through the red portal, mightily to strive…
On cosmic seas beyond my ken: where now they flew.
As soon as this transpired, a gathering of people came,
All dressed in robes of purest white, with priestly looks.
They urged me to step forward; I sensed some game…
I had my part to play as written in their holiest of books.

They called forth an elemental of the earth, clad in moss,
And bade it escort me beyond the shores of infinity itself.
At once in a starry void I: and the creature, hurled along.
We hurtled towards a world that was in the grip of loss…
It was square and flat in shape, like a vast earthlike shelf.
On the surface was a grassy hill in a jungle out of song…
With giant trees that had palm-like leaves and big fruits,
Fruits shaped like big bells that whistled like reed flutes.

Green was the ground and blue: the trees of that jungle,
Nearby was a circular wall of ancient sandstone rubble.
Rising up from the ground were the dead of that world,
Savage and barbaric creatures hungering for warm skin.
The elemental at my side motioned with arms unfurled,
And the undead could not touch me, no matter my sin!
Thusly, we passed into the ruined circle with some ease,
Our victory fleeting, as though it were there to but tease.

Part Three: Ghosts of the Past

The elemental placed upon an eye-shaped stone dais…
A gemstone: with tiger-stripes and a blue, eye-like ring.
At once from the purple-hued sky descended an angel!
Her skin was pink, and on her face was a look of bliss,
Her hair was orange as fire, as her voice did loudly sing.
Purple robes fluttered about her as she descended well!
Taking the stone from the dais, she glowed with glory…
And with a flutter of black wings, we left her odd story.

I was back in the building, but alone before some stand,
On which sat old toys of mine, from childhood’s time…
Behind me I heard footsteps and I turned to see a child.
A freckle-faced little girl, from some other age and land,
Wearing glasses, and a dress out of a Victorian clime…
She was so pleasant and well mannered, also quite mild!
The child led me to a room with a banquet table all set…
There, we were seated and soon other people we met.

All in white, but varied in style of dress were these folk,
Who sat around the square table as they chatted away!
The child told me her name was Roberta, from Virginia.
She died back in the 1800’s, and now here did skulk…
Along with other souls who have passed beyond the gray,
They ate nothing at the table, needing no fair cornucopia.
At length, Roberta laid her head upon my arm lovingly…
Asking me to protect her on her way to her final destiny.

Part Four: The Highway’s End

At once I felt behind me, a familiar presence I knew well.
Lucifer herself had come, with a company out from Hell!
In the form of a little girl was she, with golden hair so fine,
And eyes the color of emerald flame, that burned hotly…
Clothed in a red linen gown, her lips like rubies did shine.
She laid a hand on my arm, and so said she came for me!
I fought her off and called for someone to open the shade,
That: blocked the only window, keeping the ghosts afraid.

Sunlight poured in from outside, and all the ghosts did go.
I took Roberta by the arm, shielding her from that glow…
Which caused even scarlet Lucifer, to give up her mission.
And so I fled with Roberta from the city’s cold division…
Coming at last back to the highway where we walked on,
Leaving civilization behind us, beneath the hot desert sun.
In the distance was a valley so utterly pleasant to behold,
That Roberta longed to go there; I made her wish unfold.

I took her to the edge of the valley and then she vanished,
Leaving only her dress to fall on the highway, untarnished.
I looked nearby to see my deceased grandfather driving…
Down another lonely road: with my late mother at his side.
I was now alone, and my eyes were stinging from crying…
Until I looked upon that valley, and all of my sorrow died!
I tried to enter it myself, but a white light stopped my feet,
Causing me to awaken to life, another new dawn to greet.

PsychicApocalypse
Darker Half
Dangerous Mind
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Forum Posts: 1483

New poem or old Poem?

ManiacalMark
Thought Provoker
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Joined 23rd Nov 2014
Forum Posts: 21

~~Into the abyss~~


Oblivion welcomes me  
   
With its infinite eternity...  
   
Ultimately lost, and    
seemingly meaningless  
I waste away in atrophy  
Wallowing in its synergy    
Cowering as fate laughs at me    
   
As I enter the ever expanding abyss    
Emptiness grants my last pleading wish    
My worthless love touches no one  
through the ashes of my  
depleted heart I tediously sift    
   
Many battles fought and lost  
In a picture of imperfection  
I'm tired of fighting pointlessly  
With no course of direction  
   
Who am I fighting for  
   
My soul raped, defiled and left hurting  
Thoughts of her still linger  
She never deserved my burden  
even with my love wrapped tight  
around her flaws    
I could never keep her  
   
The beast never sleeps  
I drink you in  
While the strong kill the weak  
the blood washes over    
the lies of life's disguise  
realizing that our future  
has always been bleak  
   
Surrounded by diluted companionship  
I feel alone...  
I speak but they pretend not to hear  
Those who do care don't understand  
and Those that understand don't give a shit  
   
However a glimmer of hope still persists    
its the idea of that inviting nothingness  
but I decide to stay around  
by the thought of you losing me  
   
But I'll never lose that piece of mind  
   
  knowing that  
   
oblivion can always be easily found...  


     
   
   

poet Anonymous

Sorry for the delay, PshychicApocalyse. . .buy yeah, new or old poems are welcomed.


PsychicApocalypse said:New poem or old Poem?

poet Anonymous

Thanks rickE, Jessica & ManiacaMark for your entries. . .all looking good!

Savaja
Dangerous Mind
United States 11awards
Joined 30th June 2014
Forum Posts: 186

DevlinDLC, luv ~ :-*

I have a poem for this contest, but I simply could not get it to fit here. Tis on my page, luv. Will you accept it? ;-*

J_J_Jay_Jr
Fire of Insight
United States 17awards
Joined 20th Sep 2012
Forum Posts: 218

An Invitation Received


Walking along the green belt.

On the path there,
In back of the houses.

Watching the patios,
Checking out the decks.

Being watched from,
Those same patios,
Observed from those desks.

When I heard a voice.

“Coffee?”

“I just made a fresh pot.”

“Join me.”

Looked over the fence.

Patio was in shadows.

Barely saw her,
In those shadows,
Near the door.

Went through the gate,
Across the lawn,
Stepped onto the patio.

Much better view.

She stood there,
Coffee in hand,
Holdings the door ajar,
Nude.

Paused for a moment,
Appreciating the view.

She had red hair,
Looked natural,
A hint of grey,
Uncombed,
Middle age,
Or a little past,
Carrying a bit,
Too much weight,
For her height,
Same as my height,
Breasts no longer firm,
Sagging down,
Large nipples,
Swollen,
Stretch marks,
Creased her middle,
Above thick,
Red pubic hair,
Standing flat on one foot,
On the other on her toes,
Knee raised by the pose.

Sipped her coffee,
Said,
“Interested?”

I answered,
As I stepped past her,
Into her kitchen,
“Yes.”

She replied,
“Before or after.”

Smiling,
I respond,
“Both.”

She motioned to the table,
Turned,
Poured,
Brought,
Me a cup.

“Sugar?”

“Cream?”

“Good coffee,
Needs neither.”

Sipped.

“Neither.”

She smiled.

Sat across from me.

Sipped,
Said,
“He didn’t have time,
This morning.”

“Told me to take care,
Of it myself.”

Half a cup gone,
All I could think of,
Was her coffee hot mouth,
And what it would feel like,
Working on my cock.

I stood,
As I was finishing,
The rest of the cup,
Pulled my shirt of my head,
Momentarily blind,
I didn't see,
But felt her hands on my waist,
Sliding inside my walking shorts,
Inside my briefs,
Felt what was there,
Licked her lips,
Pulled both,
Shorts and briefs
Down,
To and past my knees,
To the floor,
Where,
Kicking off my sandals,
I stepped out of them,
At the same moment,
My shirt dropped to the floor.

Nude,
I stood there.

Nude,
She knelt before me.

Smiling up at me,
She took,
A last sip of her coffee,
And,
It was even better,
Than I had imagined.

Her very warm wet mouth,
Was working the length of my cock.

I gained a complete understanding,
Of what Deep Throating means,
Plus what it does to,
And for,
A guy.

My hands had been gripping her hair,
Guiding her mouth,
When I realized,
Just how close I was.

I pulled her head up,
Until she was standing,
Kissed her full,
Deeply,
Pushed her back,
Until her butt,
Met the edge of the table,
Lifted her up,
Sat her there,
Stepped between,
Her legs,
Leaned her back,
Allowed the head of my cock,
To tease,
To flirt,
To enter,
Slowly,
Deliberately,
Into her pussy.

So that her vagina,
Stretched from its lips,
To its depths,
As I forced my cock,
Deeper into her.

Her first gasp,
Turned to a,
Long,
Low,
Guttural,
Sigh.

Her eyes focused on mine.

I smiled,
Completing,
That first slow entry,
Grinding my genitals,
Against hers.

As I started a slow,
Withdrawal from her,
In preparation,
For a not so slow,
Second thrust,
I felt her legs,
Wrap around my hips,
Slide up to my waist,
And pin me against her,
My pelvis,
Tight against hers,
My cock deeply inside,
Her pussy.

My thrusts were short,
Forceful,
Grinding.

That gasp as I entered her,
That,
Long,
Low,
Guttural,
Sigh,
Now turned to panting,
Groaning,
Until,
Her breath,
Caught in her throat,
Her twisting hips,
Became twitching ones,
I felt her cunt,
Tighten around my cock,
Her pelvis bucked,
Against mine,
Her orgasmic funds,
Flooded out around my cock,
The warmth,
The tightening of her cunt,
The bucking,
The rapture showing on her face,
Triggered my own orgasm,
I pumped into her.

Satisfied,
At least for the moment,
Her legs relaxed around,
My waist,
Slid down my hips,
She sat up,
Wrapped her arms,
Around my neck,
And kissed me so deeply,
I felt her tongue,
In the back of my mouth.

My cock was still,
In her cunt,
She was doing something,
There that felt,
Exquisite,
My softening cock,
Was hardening up again.

Without hesitation,
I withdrew my cock,
From her cunt,
Until only the head of my cock,
Still parted her cunt lips,
Drove into her hard enough,
To slide her butt,
A little way across,
The table.

As I started to withdraw again,
She moved her mouth from mine,
Growled,
“From behind.”

I with drew my cock,
From her cunt completely,
Turned her around,
Bent her forward,
Over the table,
Drove my cock,
As she had requested,
Into her cunt,
From behind,
Pinning her legs,
Against the edge,
Of the table,
Again,
Again,
Repeatedly.

So soon after,
That first orgasm,
It wasn’t going,
To happen quickly.

There was pleasure,
A kind of satisfaction,
In the thrusting,
In the grinding,
In the pounding,
Of my cock,
Into her cunt,
I think,
For both of us.

However,
With that thing,
She did with her cunt,
Squeezing my cock,
It was,
Going to happened.

And it did.

She came first,
Then she came again.

Finally,
It was my turn,
Drove my cock,
Deeply into her cunt,
Held it there,
Flooded into her.

Empty,
I pulled back,
Until only the head of my cock,
Remained between her cunt lips.

Realizing I was still firm enough,
To bring her one more time,
I did just that,
Pounding into her,
Until she again,
Came.

It was,
Sort of a,
“Thank you”
For the invitation,
And for,
Whatever it was,
She did with her cunt,
Squeezing my cock.

At last,
I stepped back,
She tried to stand,
Wobbled,
I pushed her gently,
Into a chair,
Poured coffee,
For both of us.

PsychicApocalypse
Darker Half
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 5th Dec 2012
Forum Posts: 1483

A 1000 Words Deceit



Today I saw a competition on a poetry site I really like.
The challenge was to write,
a thousand words but a piece that rhymed.
I’ve never written that much in one go.
Apart from my a page-a-day
amateurish short stories that I write in secret , (now secret no more).

I thought of an experiment so vile.
A little game that I didn’t even know I concocted till after a while.
An opening to inspiration, if I must say,
Of a role that I just had to play.

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He invited me over,
for a smoke-and-beer-getting-to-know-ya kinda thing.
And I sat there thinking,
“Dude, he’s handsome looking”

With a little chit-chat, a bit disappointed
he was a little too pushy,
and unknowingly out of luck.
He turned me off as he stated,
Quiet proudly,
That he just loved to fuck.

Seriously, is that the first thing you want me to know?!
Damn, I hate the colors you that showed.

He went on about some steamy adventures he’s had outdoors.
I’m sitting and reading all the T. M. I’s, frankly very bored.
So I play along, rattling on, about a steamy adventure of mine,
he’s a guy, so he’s thinks everything is fine.

I’ve executed the plan, the moment I tagged along.
Now pay attention, one misunderstanding could make everything go wrong.

I went over.

My mind made up in writing these 1000 words deceit,
and going undercover,
for real.  
Having also told him about my hysterically religious mother,
while growing up,
finding out
Thrash Metal was my thing.

I know he’s going to want to discuss my little naughty anecdote.
I’m hoping I’m proven wrong, just this once,
Now, let me tell you how this goes.


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His all-in-one pad was nice, and neat, for a single guy.
He has an alright taste in music, I can’t deny.
He put the beers in the freezer to get cold,
flexing his muscles in a Korn T-Shirt,
making sure I would know.

He asked me to play whatever song I decided,
I smile a little, shying away, knowing I couldn’t play what I wanted.
He insisted persistently, so I started with Forsaken by Korn.
He made a face, looking at the screen, in obvious scorn.

Of course, the song was not left to finish before it was change,
annoyed at the fact, that he wore the band shirt, without even knowing the name.
He started ruining my ear canal with non-sensical Hip-Hop music.
Cringing and smiling politely at the torture, unable to stop it.

We spoke some more, me being my usually awkward self.
fully aware of his doped up heated gaze,
probably stripping off my dress inside his head,
Smiling there, smirking creepily at me while sitting on his bed.

On his laptop, I had to change the atmosphere,
is it me, or was it getting hot in here?
Some Kat Williams, Russell Peters, and Andy Daly
I was grateful to the Gods for some comedy.

No more weed left to smoke so I start downing a beer.
He keeps rubbing too close to me, coming up with excuses to touch my hair.
I got to give him credit; he was sure trying his very best.
He doesn’t even know or notice that I currently got him under a test.

He drops a hint every now and again about my dirty deed.
I had told him, I had sex with a guy in my high school days, who was an assistant to our Priest.
To spice it up, I had told him the sweet location,
which just happens to be in the booth of confessions.
He kept on saying ‘move over Dirty Diana, here comes Dirty Darker.’
I rolled my eyes laughing dryly, praying silently, ‘swallow me earth’.

He was so hungry; he kept on finding ways to touch.
I’m just there like…. Yo! What’s the rush?
Trying as he may, there’s something to be said about trying too much.
I was there for a ‘getting-to-you’ date, not a quick fuck.

I guess he got tired of beating around the bush.
Then point blank, he ruined all his chances with me real good.
“So did the Priest joined in with his assistant, high-fiving as you cum?”
Don’t get me wrong, points for creativity, that actually sounds fun.
Subject like those, are talked about behind closed doors,
The topic was too brash and this was our first meeting,
I just thought I’d get to know him first.

What best to kill a mood than to start talking about my mother?
About the problems we had, and how we hated each other.
Boy! Did the temperature drop, getting very awkward!
It all happened so suddenly, just because he was too forward.

Even the comedy that was playing, had lost its taste.
I’m laughing hysterically inside, by looking at the expression on his face.
I’m chugging at my beer utterly enjoying my act.
With enough ammunition for my poem, he got blue balled fast.

So I took it as my cue, it was time to be on the way.
If he had controlled himself a little, and played it cool, I would’ve stayed.
Shrugging it off knowingly, I said, “hey, what happened there?”
He shrugged his slightly sagging shoulders, “it’s the weed.”
It was so hard to keep a straight face.

I would’ve let him blame it on the weed, just so we were okay,
but I wouldn’t have it, just because I needed the perfect play.
So after a minute, I slowly eased out of the awkwardness,
then before heading out, with a wink, I stated, “curiosity kill the cat. Next time try to control your perviness."


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So there you go, this was my 1000 words deceit.
Even after I walked out, I wondered, if he understood the hint.
And,
about my little dirty secret, about shagging in a confession room with an assistant Priest.
Good look luck in finding out, if that little sexy adventure,
if it was actually real.


poet Anonymous

Yes, Miss Savaja, I will accept;).


Savaja said:DevlinDLC, luv ~ :-*

I have a poem for this contest, but I simply could not get it to fit here. Tis on my page, luv. Will you accept it? ;-*

Savaja
Dangerous Mind
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Forum Posts: 186

DevlinDLC said:Yes, Miss Savaja, I will accept;).


[quote-301664-Savaja]DevlinDLC, luv ~ :-*

I have a poem for this contest, but I simply could not get it to fit here. Tis on my page, luv. Will you accept it? ;-*
[/quote]

Ah, luv, thank you. :-*

Mourningcloak
Twisted Dreamer
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Joined 3rd Dec 2012
Forum Posts: 61

                           


Foreveryours
Strange Creature
Joined 23rd May 2015
Forum Posts: 4

My dearest, it pains me you are reading this,
but it just happens so, as I stare across this musty room,
watching out the broken window,
I am thinking of you.
For this is not one of those relieving letters to home,
but one dignified with the seal of my blood.
I’m frightened at what you may feel,
I miss two brown braids adorned in white ribbons bouncing in the breeze,
the hum of bees,
a yellow sundress effortlessly twirling with ease.
I’m afraid I must suffer you this, I long for your embrace,
but instead I am travelling to my exalted throne of grace
Believe me this, so very thin is the veil,
listen intently to my one and final spiel:
I will miss the rolling hills, and pure winters,
I will miss the piercing cry of freedom’s toll, “Let it ring!”
And at times when you want to cry out to God, why me, and why you,
when you step over crimson petals to weep over your loss and my gain,
remember this for me,
as you peer down at the stone engravings that are a cold reminder of me,
understand I know that I bargained your shaking hands
for the trust and attempt to redeem our nation.
Frightened by the reality of your worst fears,
I know I traded your solitude for my call to duty,
my responsibility to defend, honor be thy name, and hallowed be my grave.
Live my legacy with integrity, lace them up with wisdom and time,
walk with dignity and kneel in humble pride.

Remember me this, oh entitled generation,
I call upon you in the meridian of time,
in remembrance of my call to serve,
in conviction of spirit, be that what is left to linger of me.
Remember that I sought your safety,
my life laid for your folly,
your banner of blood and stars and stripes meant the world to me.
Remember in your solemn assemblies, the widowed and fatherless,
the brotherless and childless, need I make my message clearer?
Do not entice them to be deceived with foolish bluffs like smoke and mirrors.
Rejoice in sacred respects my men, they be yours too,
we go to our graves, valiant men and women, of truth.
And as raindrops accumulate in your eyes
faster than do the dark clouds of scarlet smoke in the skies,
as you weep in your hands and clutch yourself close,
begging my return from the ground, remember this,
the imminence of the return to my domain.
I will rise with my fallen soldiers slain,
and we will fight the final war and we will not falter again.
And in our midst is this war of words that hinders all progress,
my battle scars remain open as you hold contempt and remorse and revenge.
In your hands of aid, give compassion to those who live lovelessly,
teach them kindness and to value courage and valor over regret and disdain.
Because blame keeps wounds open, and only forgiveness heals,
If you do not learn that the bloodshed of lives is not the way, my mission will had been in vain
save God’s command, remember me, as I marvel at His face.
For “my cup runneth over”,
and tis time to lay this body down.
His country, His world, I lived for my Nation, endured in pain,
remember me, my family, do not allow that I died in vain.

poet Anonymous

Miss Savaja, a BIG CONGRATS. . .your poem was by far the longest I have ever read in my years of reading poetry; no wonder it didn't fit!  And Mourningcloak for your dark and beguiling poem.

And THANK YOU to all who entered!

Link to the winning poem:  http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/204941-overture-believe-concerto-vulnerable  

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