Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd October 2016 6:13pm
WINNER
dejure (vick)
dejure (vick)
C O N F E S S I O N S
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Get it all off your chest
Do you have something you just need to get off your chest? In hate? In love? In anger? In frustration?
This is the comp for you. Blow a poetic gasket. Let it all out.
Rules
* New writes only
* One entry only - so make it a goodun
* No collabs
* Any length
* Please title your poem
* Please spellcheck your poem
* 2 weeks
... aaaannddd GO.
This is the comp for you. Blow a poetic gasket. Let it all out.
Rules
* New writes only
* One entry only - so make it a goodun
* No collabs
* Any length
* Please title your poem
* Please spellcheck your poem
* 2 weeks
... aaaannddd GO.
confessions
take me to the streets
where I'm at home
thump of the base
heard strumming
through the hood
keeping beat with my heart
high class call girls
got nothing on the ladies
walking the track
flagging men down
on the side of the road
living on the edge
I was one of them
for always
praying a serial killer
would come end my days
not as a whore but a little girl age three
wandering the nights by myself
calling to them silently
I'm right here mommy left me alone
evil never hunted my soul
it knew I was its' to keep
midnight walker
daring a demon fuck with me
none stepped up
instead they rallied
around my heathen heart
feeding my disease
poetry my sickness
are you down with it?
take me to the streets
where I'm at home
thump of the base
heard strumming
through the hood
keeping beat with my heart
high class call girls
got nothing on the ladies
walking the track
flagging men down
on the side of the road
living on the edge
I was one of them
for always
praying a serial killer
would come end my days
not as a whore but a little girl age three
wandering the nights by myself
calling to them silently
I'm right here mommy left me alone
evil never hunted my soul
it knew I was its' to keep
midnight walker
daring a demon fuck with me
none stepped up
instead they rallied
around my heathen heart
feeding my disease
poetry my sickness
are you down with it?
Confession
Bless me for I have sinned
pray me a forgiveness
sprinkle me with water of atonement
for all my sins and iniquities
wantonly had I seduced
the representatives of holiness
they who walked in godly gait
looking at my womanly allure
they who expounded on Godliness
fell to my feet begging for more
to partake of my exquisite gifts
to bury themselves in my womanhood
on the pulpit where they pontificate
on evils and how the man
should submit into the spirit of holiness
but within they burn with desire
as they looked at my cleavage
knowing how the softness
waited to be devoured
their loins ache
I confess to being the tool of temptation
I confess and beg for the forgiveness of sin
Pray for my soul so I wouldn't burn in hell
forgive me...I thirst still
Who gave unto women
her beauty and gifts....
Bless me for I have sinned
pray me a forgiveness
sprinkle me with water of atonement
for all my sins and iniquities
wantonly had I seduced
the representatives of holiness
they who walked in godly gait
looking at my womanly allure
they who expounded on Godliness
fell to my feet begging for more
to partake of my exquisite gifts
to bury themselves in my womanhood
on the pulpit where they pontificate
on evils and how the man
should submit into the spirit of holiness
but within they burn with desire
as they looked at my cleavage
knowing how the softness
waited to be devoured
their loins ache
I confess to being the tool of temptation
I confess and beg for the forgiveness of sin
Pray for my soul so I wouldn't burn in hell
forgive me...I thirst still
Who gave unto women
her beauty and gifts....
entry withdrawn
This entry was selected by the fb admin as a feature poem for the weekly DUP Facebook feature. I feel it would be awfully unfair to leave it as an entry in the competition; as it already recieved recognition by DUP.
I thank you though for the confession prompt. It would never have been written had this competition not existed.
There are some awesome writes here. Judging this is going to be quite a job.
Good luck to all.
Friends?
I meant
to be your friend
to hold you
now and then
to talk
laugh
and share with you
do the things
friends would do
I tried
and for a time
it seemed
things were fine
now I see
perhaps
I was wrong
my friendship
didn’t last for long
my mind knew
we were friends
I swear
on every star above
I never meant
to fall in love
I meant
to be your friend
to hold you
now and then
to talk
laugh
and share with you
do the things
friends would do
I tried
and for a time
it seemed
things were fine
now I see
perhaps
I was wrong
my friendship
didn’t last for long
my mind knew
we were friends
I swear
on every star above
I never meant
to fall in love
Anonymous
Crimsin, Grace, Blue skies, Willowswhimsies... I've been an emotional wreck reading these. Wonderful stuff. Thanks for your respective entries.
Inviting more.
Inviting more.
Anonymous
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Confessions: In Anonymous Moments
I feel my head tilting
back
.. .ciphering devotional
flesh as if a tactile
galleria,
a prisoner wall’d behind your
lungs,
exploring sensating pulses
of a mouth,
the smell of a body,
and tasteful blood
writhing
emotions
“Take me out of myself “
lingers halo’d above .. .
as I tell the world, yes.. .love
has slept nak’d
on
another's lips. . but
in those moments
(I) die within you, a little
more each time
because I'll never befit those
arms. ..
our eyes together will never
lick against provenances
my cunt.. .o’yes my cunt
may never feel that hard
jolting seal’d inside
it
and it taunts the sick pet I
am:
rhythmically .. adamant
consistently .. immersively
ecstatically
until
fucking frantic ..yet I hear
and see you laugh
at the cries- the torture
and pain!
knowing I’m not as “adept”
But,.. .
this isn't about me
slithering you with all I have
left to give
see.my goddamn soul
and heart found, need’d
and lov’d
you
long before the
rest of (I) did
and you'll never know
nor do you even
feel or sense it
*Author's Note: I confess of jumping out of
my skin as someone else... Merci Missy
I feel my head tilting
back
.. .ciphering devotional
flesh as if a tactile
galleria,
a prisoner wall’d behind your
lungs,
exploring sensating pulses
of a mouth,
the smell of a body,
and tasteful blood
writhing
emotions
“Take me out of myself “
lingers halo’d above .. .
as I tell the world, yes.. .love
has slept nak’d
on
another's lips. . but
in those moments
(I) die within you, a little
more each time
because I'll never befit those
arms. ..
our eyes together will never
lick against provenances
my cunt.. .o’yes my cunt
may never feel that hard
jolting seal’d inside
it
and it taunts the sick pet I
am:
rhythmically .. adamant
consistently .. immersively
ecstatically
until
fucking frantic ..yet I hear
and see you laugh
at the cries- the torture
and pain!
knowing I’m not as “adept”
But,.. .
this isn't about me
slithering you with all I have
left to give
see.my goddamn soul
and heart found, need’d
and lov’d
you
long before the
rest of (I) did
and you'll never know
nor do you even
feel or sense it
*Author's Note: I confess of jumping out of
my skin as someone else... Merci Missy
Confession
I have visited this place so often
Frequently the sex is really awesome
Oft times it was a different girl
That caused my manhood to swell.
Sometimes a familiar face was there
Eager for another share
To feel again my manly rodding
Orgasm from my frenzied prodding.
For many years this was the pattern
Each time I would explore their cavern
A few built up quite a score
Many keen for some more
Physical encounters were the norm;
Emotions were not the form.
The pattern changed when I met
The face that I could not forget.
Sex with her was a relevation
Her body worthy of adoration
Her mind lively, full of sense
Discussions often were intense.
I still meet her in this place
For five years her loins, I 've graced.
Although close we are not lovers
But our friendship beats all others
As our age difference befits
We are just friends with benefits
I have visited this place so often
Frequently the sex is really awesome
Oft times it was a different girl
That caused my manhood to swell.
Sometimes a familiar face was there
Eager for another share
To feel again my manly rodding
Orgasm from my frenzied prodding.
For many years this was the pattern
Each time I would explore their cavern
A few built up quite a score
Many keen for some more
Physical encounters were the norm;
Emotions were not the form.
The pattern changed when I met
The face that I could not forget.
Sex with her was a relevation
Her body worthy of adoration
Her mind lively, full of sense
Discussions often were intense.
I still meet her in this place
For five years her loins, I 've graced.
Although close we are not lovers
But our friendship beats all others
As our age difference befits
We are just friends with benefits
DIRGE OF SOLITUDE
Here, there is no shame
Searching for a shell
Where my soul is aflame
Beyond me, there is hell
Attuned with the dark, took me away
Thoughts that are not my own
There’s an empty voice on the tape
Familiar pathways now overgrown
And to reflect and feel nothing
Those years, like me, hollow
A dirge for my unraveling
Looking always into the morrow
…and I see nothing
By the sill, I ponder
Savouring the blank canvas
No care for the sonder
In bleakness was my reverie
Your company, unfitting
Bestowed your trust in me
In your absence, I’m grinning
Masquerading, I
In the guise of your kin
As liquid drapes over me
Ichor of my absent care
Your weakness was my window
I sought only to avail
Self-loathing, my affinity
Another trust to derail
And yet…
You loved me nonetheless
As you walked with me
Past the gallows
Bound to the void you were
In my footsteps, you followed
Tangible was only the mask I wore
I wonder if you saw through
All devotion, ideals
Crushed in the wake of my apathy
A tempest that devours all
For absent friends, I do not dwell
Painted murder into a landscape
From reality, for a moment, escaped
My masterpiece
You were no exception
After all, how could I love
Whom with death, was picturesque?
I lust only for possession
'There is no forgiveness in my apathy
Only a swift disregard'
Here, there is no shame
Searching for a shell
Where my soul is aflame
Beyond me, there is hell
Attuned with the dark, took me away
Thoughts that are not my own
There’s an empty voice on the tape
Familiar pathways now overgrown
And to reflect and feel nothing
Those years, like me, hollow
A dirge for my unraveling
Looking always into the morrow
…and I see nothing
By the sill, I ponder
Savouring the blank canvas
No care for the sonder
In bleakness was my reverie
Your company, unfitting
Bestowed your trust in me
In your absence, I’m grinning
Masquerading, I
In the guise of your kin
As liquid drapes over me
Ichor of my absent care
Your weakness was my window
I sought only to avail
Self-loathing, my affinity
Another trust to derail
And yet…
You loved me nonetheless
As you walked with me
Past the gallows
Bound to the void you were
In my footsteps, you followed
Tangible was only the mask I wore
I wonder if you saw through
All devotion, ideals
Crushed in the wake of my apathy
A tempest that devours all
For absent friends, I do not dwell
Painted murder into a landscape
From reality, for a moment, escaped
My masterpiece
You were no exception
After all, how could I love
Whom with death, was picturesque?
I lust only for possession
'There is no forgiveness in my apathy
Only a swift disregard'
Scandalous
Till seeing him through stealthy looks,
I used to take my life from books.
A fairytale fit like a glove,
Was how I gauged the way of love.
But on the day I saw him where
He was a bouncer, dancing bear,
At that gay bar/ pool hall/ and club.
(I was a minor, was the rub)
I lusted for his rock & roll,
His heart I sought, my heart he stole.
Like Icarus, I felt the heat
Of melting wings each time we'd meet.
He was my biker on his hog,
To rev it through the highway's fog
And vibrate 'tween our thighs as one,
As he would take me for a run.
And when he wrapped me in his sin,
The smell of leather off his skin
Mixed with the pungent scent of sex.
My friends all said it's scandalous!
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/252310-scandalous/
Till seeing him through stealthy looks,
I used to take my life from books.
A fairytale fit like a glove,
Was how I gauged the way of love.
But on the day I saw him where
He was a bouncer, dancing bear,
At that gay bar/ pool hall/ and club.
(I was a minor, was the rub)
I lusted for his rock & roll,
His heart I sought, my heart he stole.
Like Icarus, I felt the heat
Of melting wings each time we'd meet.
He was my biker on his hog,
To rev it through the highway's fog
And vibrate 'tween our thighs as one,
As he would take me for a run.
And when he wrapped me in his sin,
The smell of leather off his skin
Mixed with the pungent scent of sex.
My friends all said it's scandalous!
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/252310-scandalous/
The true idiots
Angery at all the dumb ass bitchs
Who think there smart
When they are retarded
They say I am idiotic
When they get held back
They say I am weak
When they can't lift a book
They say I am lazy
When they can't stand up
They say I am alive
When I am dead at heart
Angery at all the dumb ass bitchs
Who think there smart
When they are retarded
They say I am idiotic
When they get held back
They say I am weak
When they can't lift a book
They say I am lazy
When they can't stand up
They say I am alive
When I am dead at heart
Falling
She's my best friend,
I see her everyday in school,
My god she's so fucking beautiful,
She's been there to the very end,
She's so beautiful,
I'm afraid to call it love,
And It hurts to fall in love,
It almost always does,
Her smile's so bright,
And if loving her is wrong,
Then I guess i don't wanna be right.
She's my best friend,
I see her everyday in school,
My god she's so fucking beautiful,
She's been there to the very end,
She's so beautiful,
I'm afraid to call it love,
And It hurts to fall in love,
It almost always does,
Her smile's so bright,
And if loving her is wrong,
Then I guess i don't wanna be right.
