Poetry competition CLOSED 26th November 2016 1:39pm
WINNER
David_Macleod (14397816)
David_Macleod (14397816)
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Desperately Seeking...
Alone In Eden
Alone in Eden
Peace I cannot find
Alone in Eden
Without my own kind
Beauty is all around
Everywhere I see
Yet it's so alarming
Nothing here for me
I fall into a sleep
Close my eyes as if
I will wake up from the deep
And find by me my Eve
But hoping does no magic
Seeking I must find
As fate sometimes will have it
The seeker turns out blind
Desperation leaves one careless
It speaks in a strong voice
Too loud to leave one heedless
It leads to a wrong choice
And yet I follow my heart
My hope can never die
I know truly for a fact
One day I'll look in her eye
And finally be at peace
My wish is at my reach
Blessed and so pleased
To find that which I seek
But for now I'm alone in Eden
Peace I cannot find
Desperately I'm seeking
Until I find my kind
Alone in Eden
Peace I cannot find
Alone in Eden
Without my own kind
Beauty is all around
Everywhere I see
Yet it's so alarming
Nothing here for me
I fall into a sleep
Close my eyes as if
I will wake up from the deep
And find by me my Eve
But hoping does no magic
Seeking I must find
As fate sometimes will have it
The seeker turns out blind
Desperation leaves one careless
It speaks in a strong voice
Too loud to leave one heedless
It leads to a wrong choice
And yet I follow my heart
My hope can never die
I know truly for a fact
One day I'll look in her eye
And finally be at peace
My wish is at my reach
Blessed and so pleased
To find that which I seek
But for now I'm alone in Eden
Peace I cannot find
Desperately I'm seeking
Until I find my kind
Are You There?
There was a time when I sat still.
Soaking in unavoidable truth.
Choosing instead to sit and bathe in a world of thought.
The sun peeked through the window, concerned by the calmness
that struck my lips.
A sudden grip of the edge of the tub over by the sink.
A witness to this random disorder of paused lips.
Each drop of water soaked, dried with a towel.
Coming to the conclusion that I myself was naive.
That the longer I stared into this mirror,
that It wasn't my reflection that I was seeking.
It was hers all along
KW
There was a time when I sat still.
Soaking in unavoidable truth.
Choosing instead to sit and bathe in a world of thought.
The sun peeked through the window, concerned by the calmness
that struck my lips.
A sudden grip of the edge of the tub over by the sink.
A witness to this random disorder of paused lips.
Each drop of water soaked, dried with a towel.
Coming to the conclusion that I myself was naive.
That the longer I stared into this mirror,
that It wasn't my reflection that I was seeking.
It was hers all along
KW
A Caring Heart
Somewhere in this arctic zone
Hearts have lost their warmth
Here no longer feels like home
It's like a battle front
And I like a dreamer out here
I'm all out seeking desperately
Till I find a heart that cares
In peace I will never be
For my knowledge is convincing
And my conviction is sure
Somehow it seems love is missing
But I know love still endures
Not just a shadow of it
But affection in its realest state
A picture too sweet to forfeit
Lies in a glorious wait
Of a heart so warm and tender
Loving in all its ways
To whom I'll gladly surrender
Whose magic will hold me sway
And we'll travel life's part together
Through all the thick and thin
As best friends and as lovers
As soul mates and everything
Positively I cherish my dream
Prodding the failures of the past
For what I hold in the highest esteem
Companionship that will last
Everyone who seeks shall find
Thus I hold my hopes up high
What I seek someday will be mine
The opposite of this is a lie
Somewhere in this arctic zone
Hearts have lost their warmth
Here no longer feels like home
It's like a battle front
And I like a dreamer out here
I'm all out seeking desperately
Till I find a heart that cares
In peace I will never be
For my knowledge is convincing
And my conviction is sure
Somehow it seems love is missing
But I know love still endures
Not just a shadow of it
But affection in its realest state
A picture too sweet to forfeit
Lies in a glorious wait
Of a heart so warm and tender
Loving in all its ways
To whom I'll gladly surrender
Whose magic will hold me sway
And we'll travel life's part together
Through all the thick and thin
As best friends and as lovers
As soul mates and everything
Positively I cherish my dream
Prodding the failures of the past
For what I hold in the highest esteem
Companionship that will last
Everyone who seeks shall find
Thus I hold my hopes up high
What I seek someday will be mine
The opposite of this is a lie
Someone
Reflection,
Someone that stands aside my form,
Also residing beneath the crust and layers of this bruised and damaged soul.
An image,
Me at my best,
Also knowing and accepting the imperfection of my worst.
Stand along side me,
Also living in the depths of my bruised and damaged soul.
Love,
Knew me before I found myself
Image of me at my best and accepting the imperfection of me at my worst.
A reflection of myself standing at my side, but also living and breathing inside the crust and layers of my old and damaged soul.
Love...
Simply wanting to be loved.
Reflection,
Someone that stands aside my form,
Also residing beneath the crust and layers of this bruised and damaged soul.
An image,
Me at my best,
Also knowing and accepting the imperfection of my worst.
Stand along side me,
Also living in the depths of my bruised and damaged soul.
Love,
Knew me before I found myself
Image of me at my best and accepting the imperfection of me at my worst.
A reflection of myself standing at my side, but also living and breathing inside the crust and layers of my old and damaged soul.
Love...
Simply wanting to be loved.
What Is it that I long for?
What is color?
What is taste?
What is feeling?
What is life?
Nothing if you are colorblind.
Nothing if you haven't a tongue.
Nothing if your heart is stalled.
Nothing if you've yet to live.
What is friendship?
What is family?
What is compassion?
What is happiness?
Nothing if you withdraw.
Nothing if it's broken.
Nothing if you're terrified.
Nothing with depression.
But I want the colors
All of them, not just black and grey.
I want to taste
Everything, not just bitter.
I want to feel
With a heart unafraid of thundering
I want to live
Fulfilled in what I love
I long for friendships
Not just shallow interaction
I pray for a family
Unbroken, loving, a home
I show compassion
Even though it scares me to care for others
I strive for happiness
That at this point mirrors content.
What is color?
What is taste?
What is feeling?
What is life?
Nothing if you are colorblind.
Nothing if you haven't a tongue.
Nothing if your heart is stalled.
Nothing if you've yet to live.
What is friendship?
What is family?
What is compassion?
What is happiness?
Nothing if you withdraw.
Nothing if it's broken.
Nothing if you're terrified.
Nothing with depression.
But I want the colors
All of them, not just black and grey.
I want to taste
Everything, not just bitter.
I want to feel
With a heart unafraid of thundering
I want to live
Fulfilled in what I love
I long for friendships
Not just shallow interaction
I pray for a family
Unbroken, loving, a home
I show compassion
Even though it scares me to care for others
I strive for happiness
That at this point mirrors content.
The Transcendant
Desperately seeking a purpose or goal,
Wondering the meaning…
Is there such thing as a soul?
Is consciousness an illusion or does it exist
In a plane of reality beyond the physics?
Why are we born and why do we die?
What is the meaning?
Is there such thing as an ‘I’?
A cloud of atoms just floating in space,
Each of us just a fog; the whole of our race?
Every morning these notions rush in,
Questions form in the ether,
And start the discussion.
Will it matter, the options selected and chosen?
Or is choice the illusion, and the future just frozen?
Desperately seeking an answer, it seems.
Examining thoughts,
Choices, actions, and dreams.
Every happening, Socratically tested,
And every rejoinder is fully ingested.
But sadly, there never seems to be enough.
Hard data is wanting,
And what’s real’s hard to trust.
So, the pursuit continues to discover the provable—
To know what is true, what is good, what is beautiful.
Desperately seeking a purpose or goal,
Wondering the meaning…
Is there such thing as a soul?
Is consciousness an illusion or does it exist
In a plane of reality beyond the physics?
Why are we born and why do we die?
What is the meaning?
Is there such thing as an ‘I’?
A cloud of atoms just floating in space,
Each of us just a fog; the whole of our race?
Every morning these notions rush in,
Questions form in the ether,
And start the discussion.
Will it matter, the options selected and chosen?
Or is choice the illusion, and the future just frozen?
Desperately seeking an answer, it seems.
Examining thoughts,
Choices, actions, and dreams.
Every happening, Socratically tested,
And every rejoinder is fully ingested.
But sadly, there never seems to be enough.
Hard data is wanting,
And what’s real’s hard to trust.
So, the pursuit continues to discover the provable—
To know what is true, what is good, what is beautiful.
smiling smiling
it's not a grimace, it's a stare
Teeth all bared.
You need the glimmer
I keep it there.
If things get worse
I'm unaware.
You don't need me
to know 'ok' from not
you just want a smile
and it's all I've got.
Smile for the audience
smile for the cameras
smile for the friends
that no one remembers.
I want to have you care
as much as i do for you
as a friend
I miss you.
it's not a grimace, it's a stare
Teeth all bared.
You need the glimmer
I keep it there.
If things get worse
I'm unaware.
You don't need me
to know 'ok' from not
you just want a smile
and it's all I've got.
Smile for the audience
smile for the cameras
smile for the friends
that no one remembers.
I want to have you care
as much as i do for you
as a friend
I miss you.
