Poetry competition CLOSED 27th March 2016 2:49pm
WINNER
Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
RUNNER-UP:
Riotgirl
Speak to your past
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem that stares at your past and ends in your present.
When you think of your past what do you feel? Is it a lonely or bittersweet feeling, happy sad...?
And how do you bring that into your now...?
2 weeks.
2 writes
New writes please for at least one entry if you submit two...
May be first or last entry.
And how do you bring that into your now...?
2 weeks.
2 writes
New writes please for at least one entry if you submit two...
May be first or last entry.
The Fortune Tale
Young girls years
So pretty
Spent nights
Rolling on river banks
And fields of grass
Country boy between
Her thighs.
A look at the diamond lit
World above
Same light that filled
Those hot nights
Light that fueled dreams
Of a vast future
She sighs.
A baby faced 6 foot
Young man
Her light now
Her son
Wonders what he knows
Of loving and the air underneath
Those skies.
Young girls years
So pretty
Spent nights
Rolling on river banks
And fields of grass
Country boy between
Her thighs.
A look at the diamond lit
World above
Same light that filled
Those hot nights
Light that fueled dreams
Of a vast future
She sighs.
A baby faced 6 foot
Young man
Her light now
Her son
Wonders what he knows
Of loving and the air underneath
Those skies.
Past Me Now
----------------
Heat.
Fire from within.
Burning, twisiting, scaulding desire.
Needs unmet;
wants unfulfilled.
Chasm of vapidity;
in this hollow heart of hope.
None;
none, none, none
Gone are my dreams;
lost is my creative voice.
All empty rememberances
of past futures
Dreams I cannot remember
Passions long forgot.
Damn;
where did the days go.
----------------
Heat.
Fire from within.
Burning, twisiting, scaulding desire.
Needs unmet;
wants unfulfilled.
Chasm of vapidity;
in this hollow heart of hope.
None;
none, none, none
Gone are my dreams;
lost is my creative voice.
All empty rememberances
of past futures
Dreams I cannot remember
Passions long forgot.
Damn;
where did the days go.
They Haunt Her
She hides herself in the closet as the sound of their nightly antics echoed through the house.
She hopes that closed behind the door she will somehow drown them out,
But their echoes follow her it seems no matter where she did go.
Hidden behind clothes hanging from the rack,
She promises her heart she'd never allow this kind of brutal attack.....
..............
He kneels before her on bended knee,
Begging her to hear him, to let him say his piece.
His words fall on deaf ears, the broken records of her childhood playing in her head on repeat.
She longs to forget the screams and the sound of dishes being thrown about,
She pleads with her mind to let her heart hear him out,
But childhood memories haunt her, fill her with doubt.
She watches as he moves to his feet,
Tears streaming from his cheeks,
His proposal and her denial,
She felt again like that hopeless child.
She opens her mouth to beckon him back, as her heart clenches in her chest, he walked away and heart break attacked.
She hides herself in the closet as the sound of their nightly antics echoed through the house.
She hopes that closed behind the door she will somehow drown them out,
But their echoes follow her it seems no matter where she did go.
Hidden behind clothes hanging from the rack,
She promises her heart she'd never allow this kind of brutal attack.....
..............
He kneels before her on bended knee,
Begging her to hear him, to let him say his piece.
His words fall on deaf ears, the broken records of her childhood playing in her head on repeat.
She longs to forget the screams and the sound of dishes being thrown about,
She pleads with her mind to let her heart hear him out,
But childhood memories haunt her, fill her with doubt.
She watches as he moves to his feet,
Tears streaming from his cheeks,
His proposal and her denial,
She felt again like that hopeless child.
She opens her mouth to beckon him back, as her heart clenches in her chest, he walked away and heart break attacked.
Anonymous
Severing
Good riddance
Good riddance
I’ve been given the keys,
all of them, to
unlock
and
fly—
No more
No more
of anyone else’s isms
heaped
on
me;
I’ve picked out
thorns,
poison tipped
darts
where I bled, and
gave them back to
their rightful owners.
(Thanks, anyway. . .)
The bees are shooed
from my bonnet,
eggs, dumped from the
basket,
plate washed clean, but
I don’t know what
to fill anything with
now.
I have no idea
how not to carry baggage.
I thought I would fill my
hands
with you, instead,
but you left me widowed, and
we weren’t even married.
(Surprise. . .)
I prayed for this,
the release, and
it’s the right
thing,
but
sometimes I still want
to die,
though for different
reasons now—
just to
ride the trains with you
finally.
I can’t see
what’s coming, anymore, and
I have nothing to
hold onto
but
faith.
Good riddance
Good riddance
I’ve been given the keys,
all of them, to
unlock
and
fly—
No more
No more
of anyone else’s isms
heaped
on
me;
I’ve picked out
thorns,
poison tipped
darts
where I bled, and
gave them back to
their rightful owners.
(Thanks, anyway. . .)
The bees are shooed
from my bonnet,
eggs, dumped from the
basket,
plate washed clean, but
I don’t know what
to fill anything with
now.
I have no idea
how not to carry baggage.
I thought I would fill my
hands
with you, instead,
but you left me widowed, and
we weren’t even married.
(Surprise. . .)
I prayed for this,
the release, and
it’s the right
thing,
but
sometimes I still want
to die,
though for different
reasons now—
just to
ride the trains with you
finally.
I can’t see
what’s coming, anymore, and
I have nothing to
hold onto
but
faith.
Hello Darling
discarded half written the diary shows
carefully drawn hearts arrow pierced
doodles of a name repeatedly mentioned
in excerpts of poems tediously written
numb fingers now caress the pages
dry eyed, sad smile, heart's hardened
what made you think it was possible
for such wishes to come true for you
he was made up of mere words
created with her own romantic thoughts
born of an imaginative mind
and her compulsive urge to create
sighing she shuts the conduit
there is more to life than that
yet how she longs for that call
of long ago...
Hello Darlin'.
discarded half written the diary shows
carefully drawn hearts arrow pierced
doodles of a name repeatedly mentioned
in excerpts of poems tediously written
numb fingers now caress the pages
dry eyed, sad smile, heart's hardened
what made you think it was possible
for such wishes to come true for you
he was made up of mere words
created with her own romantic thoughts
born of an imaginative mind
and her compulsive urge to create
sighing she shuts the conduit
there is more to life than that
yet how she longs for that call
of long ago...
Hello Darlin'.
Crayons and markers helped to
Depict my life through 6 year old eyes
5 little girls holding hands with mommy and daddy
Smiles plastered on each stick figure face
In my 10 year old mind
No friends but myself
But I was as happy
And I had the perfect family
Then middle school came around
The bullies started talking
And depression sunk in
I bled and bled but the pain never left
Then daddy stopped hiding
Who he truly was
I hated him for it
all the needles and the lies
Then a boy came around
Said he could end my sorrow
And replace it with happiness
But those words were uttered
Not only to me but to my best friend too
Now here I am
A brokenhearted girl
Turning to oli sykes for help
No need for a boyfriend
No need for a dad
Maybe one day I'll defeat my demons
But right now they're quite strong
Depict my life through 6 year old eyes
5 little girls holding hands with mommy and daddy
Smiles plastered on each stick figure face
In my 10 year old mind
No friends but myself
But I was as happy
And I had the perfect family
Then middle school came around
The bullies started talking
And depression sunk in
I bled and bled but the pain never left
Then daddy stopped hiding
Who he truly was
I hated him for it
all the needles and the lies
Then a boy came around
Said he could end my sorrow
And replace it with happiness
But those words were uttered
Not only to me but to my best friend too
Now here I am
A brokenhearted girl
Turning to oli sykes for help
No need for a boyfriend
No need for a dad
Maybe one day I'll defeat my demons
But right now they're quite strong
Lucas..
Thank you very much for this beauty..
I dont think i have met you, welcome doll.
Chasm of vapidity;
in this hollow heart of hope
I think this piece was extremely successful at pulling through the intent of this comp..
I love the way you mix the unresolved feelings into the present..
Really nice job sweetie...
Oh and cool word play on the title..
Thank you very much...
Thank you very much for this beauty..
I dont think i have met you, welcome doll.
Chasm of vapidity;
in this hollow heart of hope
I think this piece was extremely successful at pulling through the intent of this comp..
I love the way you mix the unresolved feelings into the present..
Really nice job sweetie...
Oh and cool word play on the title..
Thank you very much...
Miss E Goddess...
A really nice poetic almost prose piece..
I read it twice to make very clear to myself when you are speaking about your childhood and hearing what i assume to be parents....Though i enjoyed the bit of blur there.....in and out of now. In and out of you.
I think it was a wonderful effect. A powerful piece darlin...
Thank you very much for this....
A really nice poetic almost prose piece..
I read it twice to make very clear to myself when you are speaking about your childhood and hearing what i assume to be parents....Though i enjoyed the bit of blur there.....in and out of now. In and out of you.
I think it was a wonderful effect. A powerful piece darlin...
Thank you very much for this....
Oh Madame...
I’ve picked out
thorns,
poison tipped
darts
where I bled, and
gave them back to
their rightful owners.
Gosh i love that....
I have no idea
how not to carry baggage.
What a stunner self aware....And i think plenty Universal...
Things we know we need to let go of...let be the past, and we just arent ready to lay down those crosses...At least our hands are filled by carrying them.
What an exeptional piece doll. I love everything about this...
Thank you!
I’ve picked out
thorns,
poison tipped
darts
where I bled, and
gave them back to
their rightful owners.
Gosh i love that....
I have no idea
how not to carry baggage.
What a stunner self aware....And i think plenty Universal...
Things we know we need to let go of...let be the past, and we just arent ready to lay down those crosses...At least our hands are filled by carrying them.
What an exeptional piece doll. I love everything about this...
Thank you!
Grace...
I loooved the rhythm and word lay here...the lack of punctuation and complete sentances gave it a thought rush effect though skillfully controlled by your poetic prowess.
And it was a beautiful bittersweet collection.
And this end was so nice...
I get this image of a woman packing up memories and carefully putting them away with a sigh...
Thank you so much...
I loooved the rhythm and word lay here...the lack of punctuation and complete sentances gave it a thought rush effect though skillfully controlled by your poetic prowess.
And it was a beautiful bittersweet collection.
And this end was so nice...
I get this image of a woman packing up memories and carefully putting them away with a sigh...
Thank you so much...
Prettyful...
What a gorgeous entry doll..And my heart aches for you.
I thought you told your story so very well through emotion...strong images everyone can find tangible and relate emotion to...a great choice by you here...The emotional story telling was spot on.
Maybe one day I'll defeat my demons
But right now they're quite strong
I love that simple last thought. You aren't defeated...just busy wrestling.
Very very nice...thank you so much...
What a gorgeous entry doll..And my heart aches for you.
I thought you told your story so very well through emotion...strong images everyone can find tangible and relate emotion to...a great choice by you here...The emotional story telling was spot on.
Maybe one day I'll defeat my demons
But right now they're quite strong
I love that simple last thought. You aren't defeated...just busy wrestling.
Very very nice...thank you so much...
HAUNTED
Everything's so damn vivid, so real
as I'm running through the house
He's Iced up and fucking livid
I've got to run and hide, Shh!
be quiet as a mouse
his face so red, he's got me now
eyes blank, sweat dripping from
his brow.
I'm running still screaming with
my feet not touching ground, the
screams are only in my head
my fear; I'm tied, gagged, and bound
I feel like I'm in quicksand as he
squeezes tighter with his hand
forever tossing, turning, thrashing
myself around..
It is with a sigh of relief, I hear a
warm, friendly, familiar sound
"Baby wake up, it's only a dream"
embraced in love and comfort
I open my eyes and look around
I'm safe here in my happy place
that I have found, I remind myself
Yes! I'm Safe and sound.....
Everything's so damn vivid, so real
as I'm running through the house
He's Iced up and fucking livid
I've got to run and hide, Shh!
be quiet as a mouse
his face so red, he's got me now
eyes blank, sweat dripping from
his brow.
I'm running still screaming with
my feet not touching ground, the
screams are only in my head
my fear; I'm tied, gagged, and bound
I feel like I'm in quicksand as he
squeezes tighter with his hand
forever tossing, turning, thrashing
myself around..
It is with a sigh of relief, I hear a
warm, friendly, familiar sound
"Baby wake up, it's only a dream"
embraced in love and comfort
I open my eyes and look around
I'm safe here in my happy place
that I have found, I remind myself
Yes! I'm Safe and sound.....
