Poetry competition CLOSED 17th September 2015 8:19pm
WINNER
Kou_Indigo (Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
Kou_Indigo (Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
RUNNER-UP:
crimsin
Page:
Injustice
Poetry Contest Description
What do you feel injustice about?
Hello ^^ what eats you up inside, and keeps you up at night?
When were you treated badly for no good reason?
New or old work ^^
Has to be something that actually happened to you.,
2 post limit
1 month
No collabs
Have fun :D
When were you treated badly for no good reason?
New or old work ^^
Has to be something that actually happened to you.,
2 post limit
1 month
No collabs
Have fun :D
- Zealous Cause -
A poem about Transgender Rights…
So many have mocked me,
Here in my own hometown!
Respect has been forgotten,
For those who are different…
I keep fighting for what I believe.
I won’t go quietly into the ground!
This war was not by me begotten.
I have nothing to regret or resent!
Why can’t people live in peace?
Because they want to hurt others,
And my people were victimized.
Spat on, beat, threatened, lied to!
When will this conflict cease?
I will tell you, sisters and brothers.
When our dream is realized…
And equality is a thing more: true!
Rights on paper, mean nothing,
If we are still victimized at all…
I would see us inherit something:
True liberty that will never fall!
I am hated for being myself,
Spat on simply for existing…
And so my fight is without end.
Let freedom be our wealth,
May it be long and persisting!
Even if the world must rend,
We will endure, my people will.
I will never stop fighting for this…
Our right to be happy; to be free!
Even if all the world went still,
The earth would cry for our bliss.
We will achieve our full destiny!
I am a woman; I am a goddess.
Sing with me my sisters, my dears!
Let them hate us, call us names…
I will have peace and nothing less.
Let us now wash away our tears!
We rise like cinders from flames.
They will not ever put us out!
I am the Divine Feminine.
This is my decree…
So hear my words as I shout:
We are sacred women!
As we shall forever be.
A poem about Transgender Rights…
So many have mocked me,
Here in my own hometown!
Respect has been forgotten,
For those who are different…
I keep fighting for what I believe.
I won’t go quietly into the ground!
This war was not by me begotten.
I have nothing to regret or resent!
Why can’t people live in peace?
Because they want to hurt others,
And my people were victimized.
Spat on, beat, threatened, lied to!
When will this conflict cease?
I will tell you, sisters and brothers.
When our dream is realized…
And equality is a thing more: true!
Rights on paper, mean nothing,
If we are still victimized at all…
I would see us inherit something:
True liberty that will never fall!
I am hated for being myself,
Spat on simply for existing…
And so my fight is without end.
Let freedom be our wealth,
May it be long and persisting!
Even if the world must rend,
We will endure, my people will.
I will never stop fighting for this…
Our right to be happy; to be free!
Even if all the world went still,
The earth would cry for our bliss.
We will achieve our full destiny!
I am a woman; I am a goddess.
Sing with me my sisters, my dears!
Let them hate us, call us names…
I will have peace and nothing less.
Let us now wash away our tears!
We rise like cinders from flames.
They will not ever put us out!
I am the Divine Feminine.
This is my decree…
So hear my words as I shout:
We are sacred women!
As we shall forever be.
- Night of Sorrows -
Prologue: Silent Tears
You cannot hear my weeping just from written verse…
But the heartbreak I have suffered in life, does compel,
My hand to pen what I must, for I feel like I will burst!
There are moments when it seems this world is a hell…
And those who ever hurt me must then be the damned.
Within me lies my innocence, the joys they try to steal,
The song I strive to sing as if it were a divine command.
I must not be silenced, and I must show how I do feel!
So I sing on, even through the depths of my sadness…
I pluck my lyre, and my music becomes a dear prayer.
Why is it sometimes so difficult, to embrace gladness?
It is because life sometimes hurts us until we beware…
Fearing the harm, we wonder if we can ever be happy.
I too wonder as only a true warrior queen can ponder!
But I know that my soul is safe, and retains its’ dignity.
Tonight I shall not slumber, let words be my thunder…
And let the truth of my heart, be the sword I do wield!
This night of sorrows has not the power to destroy me.
I bear the light within me wherein its’ flame is sealed…
Those who would wound me are blind and cannot see,
That: their words cannot break my will, my great shield.
Part One: Wretched Souls
This night, the owl did cry and my tears fell most hard,
Like rivers forming into seas, that cry my lamentations.
I am forsaken, called a harlot when I am a gentle bard,
And only the crickets join me in this eve’s celebrations.
What caused my sorrow was the sting of ugly words…
Spoken by a cruel soul who understands not my heart.
That one bellows, still, like the harsh call of blackbirds!
Even as I write, trying to ease the pain, of every dart…
Thrown at me from the mouth of one who is truly cold.
That I once called her like a mother to me, with caring,
Makes her hatred of me as worthless as is rotting mold.
Even that horrible image is more graceful in comparing,
Than that corrupt person, that hypocrite of wicked sin!
Even those who fell from Heaven at least have honor…
She has none and I must ignore her bigoted, noisy din.
Can she even fathom, the old wounds she makes stir?
Like a mad dog she is, constantly barking and panting.
Let animals be animals then, and I shall be above they,
Who have degenerated: far from love by evil ranting…
Until I can see utter darkness, and it blots out the day!
So many wretched souls exist in Earth’s dark corners,
That take enjoyment from the suffering that they enact.
Such ones will pass without joyful fanfare or mourners,
For their sick heaven, was in savoring every cruel act!
I despise such evil, for I have been victimized so often…
Bullied and pushed, prodded and driven unto breaking,
By they: who would rather I be laid down into a coffin.
But I have survived; my life is not theirs, for the taking!
Part Two: Gentle Music
I try to create a paradise within the dark, an Elysium…
For, even in the midst of Hell, there is such a paradise.
And so I listen to music fit for the Celestial Kingdom…
Whilst it soothes my soul with the most tender device,
That being, the feeling of love that this world so lacks.
A maiden sings, and in her voice is youth, tenderness!
The opposite of those: whose words become attacks.
I was once an angel, but fate can be a cruel mistress…
Let the music play on, for I have sorrows to expunge!
With every note let my spirit journey far from torment.
Even should every devil suddenly, at my throat lunge,
I must remain steady, as is water carried to a torrent!
The fireflies I long to see are not in my garden tonight.
And were it not for the night birds I would now weep,
For this has been a season of hardship devoid of light.
Oh, would that I could just one perfect moment keep!
If I could tear evil from the world, to cut such cancer…
And make all souls filled with their intended goodness,
I would; but there is never in life so easy of an answer.
My spirit is angelic still as I search for my divine bliss!
How many, have I been a guardian for: and a friend…
For some a lover, for others a sister or even a mother!
My whole existence has been a quest that has no end,
But I could not ever turn from it, to take up any other.
This is my fate, to be selfless where all others cannot!
I know that there is no respite on the journey I travel,
So I seek pleasure and serenity in deed and in thought.
Even should the fabric of the universe begin to unravel!
Part Three: Night Prayer
Oh mother night, why can I find no comfort with you?
For though the arms of evening enfold me like a lover…
You cannot ease me, when the old agonies fast ensue.
Yet you try to help me forget so my soul can recover!
Beneath the sparkling stars I can imagine another age,
One in which prejudice does not exist and love reigns.
A good memory, that calms my soul, lessens my rage,
And through its’ virtue allows me to cast off my pains.
Why did the gods tear the wings from my noble back?
I look at their children, those mortals that do wrong…
And in their doings, I see only an abyss emptily black!
I cannot save them, even with my most beautiful song.
People and gods do evil and there is no reason why…
I shall not seek one, for they deserve not my attention.
The wicked, mock divine will, and do true glory defy!
I am not bound either to them or to stifling convention.
Oh mother night I must be strong, for those blessed…
They: having good hearts, kind souls and compassion.
It was for such as they that I, of old, fought and bled!
I shall endure, and try to muster a cheerful expression.
I am a warrior weary of fighting and yet I fight eternal,
A queen without a kingdom, and no crown to wear…
I was a warrior angel, one fallen and become infernal!
Yet I do the right thing, and my knowledge I do share.
Perhaps I suffer, because I feel so deeply, with mercy,
But that is also my salvation, and keeps me most well.
I must continue to stand for freedom, love, and liberty,
Even when all the storm clouds gather: for me to quell.
Prologue: Silent Tears
You cannot hear my weeping just from written verse…
But the heartbreak I have suffered in life, does compel,
My hand to pen what I must, for I feel like I will burst!
There are moments when it seems this world is a hell…
And those who ever hurt me must then be the damned.
Within me lies my innocence, the joys they try to steal,
The song I strive to sing as if it were a divine command.
I must not be silenced, and I must show how I do feel!
So I sing on, even through the depths of my sadness…
I pluck my lyre, and my music becomes a dear prayer.
Why is it sometimes so difficult, to embrace gladness?
It is because life sometimes hurts us until we beware…
Fearing the harm, we wonder if we can ever be happy.
I too wonder as only a true warrior queen can ponder!
But I know that my soul is safe, and retains its’ dignity.
Tonight I shall not slumber, let words be my thunder…
And let the truth of my heart, be the sword I do wield!
This night of sorrows has not the power to destroy me.
I bear the light within me wherein its’ flame is sealed…
Those who would wound me are blind and cannot see,
That: their words cannot break my will, my great shield.
Part One: Wretched Souls
This night, the owl did cry and my tears fell most hard,
Like rivers forming into seas, that cry my lamentations.
I am forsaken, called a harlot when I am a gentle bard,
And only the crickets join me in this eve’s celebrations.
What caused my sorrow was the sting of ugly words…
Spoken by a cruel soul who understands not my heart.
That one bellows, still, like the harsh call of blackbirds!
Even as I write, trying to ease the pain, of every dart…
Thrown at me from the mouth of one who is truly cold.
That I once called her like a mother to me, with caring,
Makes her hatred of me as worthless as is rotting mold.
Even that horrible image is more graceful in comparing,
Than that corrupt person, that hypocrite of wicked sin!
Even those who fell from Heaven at least have honor…
She has none and I must ignore her bigoted, noisy din.
Can she even fathom, the old wounds she makes stir?
Like a mad dog she is, constantly barking and panting.
Let animals be animals then, and I shall be above they,
Who have degenerated: far from love by evil ranting…
Until I can see utter darkness, and it blots out the day!
So many wretched souls exist in Earth’s dark corners,
That take enjoyment from the suffering that they enact.
Such ones will pass without joyful fanfare or mourners,
For their sick heaven, was in savoring every cruel act!
I despise such evil, for I have been victimized so often…
Bullied and pushed, prodded and driven unto breaking,
By they: who would rather I be laid down into a coffin.
But I have survived; my life is not theirs, for the taking!
Part Two: Gentle Music
I try to create a paradise within the dark, an Elysium…
For, even in the midst of Hell, there is such a paradise.
And so I listen to music fit for the Celestial Kingdom…
Whilst it soothes my soul with the most tender device,
That being, the feeling of love that this world so lacks.
A maiden sings, and in her voice is youth, tenderness!
The opposite of those: whose words become attacks.
I was once an angel, but fate can be a cruel mistress…
Let the music play on, for I have sorrows to expunge!
With every note let my spirit journey far from torment.
Even should every devil suddenly, at my throat lunge,
I must remain steady, as is water carried to a torrent!
The fireflies I long to see are not in my garden tonight.
And were it not for the night birds I would now weep,
For this has been a season of hardship devoid of light.
Oh, would that I could just one perfect moment keep!
If I could tear evil from the world, to cut such cancer…
And make all souls filled with their intended goodness,
I would; but there is never in life so easy of an answer.
My spirit is angelic still as I search for my divine bliss!
How many, have I been a guardian for: and a friend…
For some a lover, for others a sister or even a mother!
My whole existence has been a quest that has no end,
But I could not ever turn from it, to take up any other.
This is my fate, to be selfless where all others cannot!
I know that there is no respite on the journey I travel,
So I seek pleasure and serenity in deed and in thought.
Even should the fabric of the universe begin to unravel!
Part Three: Night Prayer
Oh mother night, why can I find no comfort with you?
For though the arms of evening enfold me like a lover…
You cannot ease me, when the old agonies fast ensue.
Yet you try to help me forget so my soul can recover!
Beneath the sparkling stars I can imagine another age,
One in which prejudice does not exist and love reigns.
A good memory, that calms my soul, lessens my rage,
And through its’ virtue allows me to cast off my pains.
Why did the gods tear the wings from my noble back?
I look at their children, those mortals that do wrong…
And in their doings, I see only an abyss emptily black!
I cannot save them, even with my most beautiful song.
People and gods do evil and there is no reason why…
I shall not seek one, for they deserve not my attention.
The wicked, mock divine will, and do true glory defy!
I am not bound either to them or to stifling convention.
Oh mother night I must be strong, for those blessed…
They: having good hearts, kind souls and compassion.
It was for such as they that I, of old, fought and bled!
I shall endure, and try to muster a cheerful expression.
I am a warrior weary of fighting and yet I fight eternal,
A queen without a kingdom, and no crown to wear…
I was a warrior angel, one fallen and become infernal!
Yet I do the right thing, and my knowledge I do share.
Perhaps I suffer, because I feel so deeply, with mercy,
But that is also my salvation, and keeps me most well.
I must continue to stand for freedom, love, and liberty,
Even when all the storm clouds gather: for me to quell.
Justified Rage
Have you ever gone insane?
Felt bare knuckles to wall rage
Dared the mother fucker in the sky
To blast you to kindom come.
Have you felt the pain of loss?
Lost your mind in a twisted maze
You couldn't find your way out of
Demons mocking you on the t.v.
To your face
Lost your job to paranoia
Relegated to poverty though you're smart as hell.
I don't pity myself rage keeps me alive
I don't need eyes to see in the dark
This is the plane I exist on I feed on the fire
It's my mainstay.
Insanity not asked for or desired
I write because this is therapy
A way to exorcise my demons
That feed off my soul
As a sucubus does
Injecting my veins with heroin
Since I was seventeen
All to self medicate
I've since kicked that demon's ass
Yes I have some class.
Have you walked in my shoes?
Is life for you all fucking roses?
Well bravo for you
Take a walk in your brother's shoes
Before you stick your nose in the air
Have some fucking heart
If there is any there.
Have you ever gone insane?
Felt bare knuckles to wall rage
Dared the mother fucker in the sky
To blast you to kindom come.
Have you felt the pain of loss?
Lost your mind in a twisted maze
You couldn't find your way out of
Demons mocking you on the t.v.
To your face
Lost your job to paranoia
Relegated to poverty though you're smart as hell.
I don't pity myself rage keeps me alive
I don't need eyes to see in the dark
This is the plane I exist on I feed on the fire
It's my mainstay.
Insanity not asked for or desired
I write because this is therapy
A way to exorcise my demons
That feed off my soul
As a sucubus does
Injecting my veins with heroin
Since I was seventeen
All to self medicate
I've since kicked that demon's ass
Yes I have some class.
Have you walked in my shoes?
Is life for you all fucking roses?
Well bravo for you
Take a walk in your brother's shoes
Before you stick your nose in the air
Have some fucking heart
If there is any there.
Trapped
The entire restaurant taking glances at me
Judging
The odd man eating alone
Unspoken words
What a Loser
Embarrassed, lonely, unable to concentrate
I ask myself
Am I imagining this?
Slow unnoticed nod
Yes
Eyes stay closed
When I feel I have a grip, my eyes
Slowly open
Still confused
Same question
As before
And the time before that
Why me?
Maybe it’s the way I’m dressed, outdated
Or too sloppy
Not properly coordinated
So last year
I’m sorry
My internal voice
Apologizes
It’s not like I don’t want people
To like me
Or to find love
Or just be the best person
That I can be
Shame, Isolation, Outcast, Different
Judged, Remorse, Exasperated, Lonely
This prison of depression
The entire restaurant taking glances at me
Judging
The odd man eating alone
Unspoken words
What a Loser
Embarrassed, lonely, unable to concentrate
I ask myself
Am I imagining this?
Slow unnoticed nod
Yes
Eyes stay closed
When I feel I have a grip, my eyes
Slowly open
Still confused
Same question
As before
And the time before that
Why me?
Maybe it’s the way I’m dressed, outdated
Or too sloppy
Not properly coordinated
So last year
I’m sorry
My internal voice
Apologizes
It’s not like I don’t want people
To like me
Or to find love
Or just be the best person
That I can be
Shame, Isolation, Outcast, Different
Judged, Remorse, Exasperated, Lonely
This prison of depression
Anonymous
Indifference
The magnolia tree bloomed
early this year
the drought, the heat
stagnated intolerance
and withered indelible
from a repressive sky
relating to no one, nothing.
The diseased bark, peeled
from the limbs
like a rejected skin
disconnecting
from the source of pain
piece by piece
along with carved names
falling,
unburdened
in a blanket of
saw(ed) dust
long forgotten from memory.
I do not question
the beauty, the glorious
surreptitiousness
of fear and hope.
Disturbing
history
was not for
the unwitting mankind;
indifference with pity.
The magnolia tree bloomed
early this year
the drought, the heat
stagnated intolerance
and withered indelible
from a repressive sky
relating to no one, nothing.
The diseased bark, peeled
from the limbs
like a rejected skin
disconnecting
from the source of pain
piece by piece
along with carved names
falling,
unburdened
in a blanket of
saw(ed) dust
long forgotten from memory.
I do not question
the beauty, the glorious
surreptitiousness
of fear and hope.
Disturbing
history
was not for
the unwitting mankind;
indifference with pity.
Drank Our Watermelon
her body was a volcano
she could not be hotter,
I was a tomato,
I lost my apple sauce
in her steamy dream lips.
she gave me her goose,
I gave her the duck.
she told me the story of her good luck.
I told her I sleep without a blanket,
she was the lemonade
that I wanted to put sugar in.
I was sour for days and days,
so sour the sunshine took back her sun rays.
I wanted to watermelon kiss her tummy,
she said I am a cantaloupe.
I put my sugar in her lemonade anyways.
We melted the ice between us,
and we drank our watermelon.
her body was a volcano
she could not be hotter,
I was a tomato,
I lost my apple sauce
in her steamy dream lips.
she gave me her goose,
I gave her the duck.
she told me the story of her good luck.
I told her I sleep without a blanket,
she was the lemonade
that I wanted to put sugar in.
I was sour for days and days,
so sour the sunshine took back her sun rays.
I wanted to watermelon kiss her tummy,
she said I am a cantaloupe.
I put my sugar in her lemonade anyways.
We melted the ice between us,
and we drank our watermelon.
