Poetry competition CLOSED 13th December 2016 4:41pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
snugglebuck
Most negative self poem
I beg for someone to erase my scars
Broken spirit and lacerated heart
I sit inside my own head
Sometimes wishing I was dead
I force myself to smile each day
Constantly pleading and wishing the pain away
Trapped, bound to this world to stay
I find myself feeling my scars
Staring into the sky wishing to be with the stars
I sit here and think to myself
I truly with I was somebody else
Broken spirit and lacerated heart
I sit inside my own head
Sometimes wishing I was dead
I force myself to smile each day
Constantly pleading and wishing the pain away
Trapped, bound to this world to stay
I find myself feeling my scars
Staring into the sky wishing to be with the stars
I sit here and think to myself
I truly with I was somebody else
Goddess of Ravens (Thursday, December 20, 2012)
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/186005-goddess-of-ravens-thursday-december-20/
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You were young
Once and so was i
Unknowing of the truth
Radiant in our happiness
Living in the moment those three years of our distance
Insistent on a future I didn't know you didn't share
Eagerly anticipating the change
Saving me from being an evil man
Making me love you more each day
After discovering your lies
Damned for what i knew
Enticed by your body and mind
Marrying you was always my goal
Else why put my freedom in your hands
And here we are years later
call me, save me
help me set my self free
in the darkness of my mind
long tortured for the love we shared
during the time that you were more mature than i
maybe you can
only see your side
likely just you getting your way
easily finding your prey in me
serving you with all i did
terrible in my hopes and dreams
ending when you chose one not a coward
resolute in abandoning me
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/186005-goddess-of-ravens-thursday-december-20/
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You were young
Once and so was i
Unknowing of the truth
Radiant in our happiness
Living in the moment those three years of our distance
Insistent on a future I didn't know you didn't share
Eagerly anticipating the change
Saving me from being an evil man
Making me love you more each day
After discovering your lies
Damned for what i knew
Enticed by your body and mind
Marrying you was always my goal
Else why put my freedom in your hands
And here we are years later
call me, save me
help me set my self free
in the darkness of my mind
long tortured for the love we shared
during the time that you were more mature than i
maybe you can
only see your side
likely just you getting your way
easily finding your prey in me
serving you with all i did
terrible in my hopes and dreams
ending when you chose one not a coward
resolute in abandoning me
Someone Better Than You
She will always be smarter than you.
She will always be prettier than you.
She will always be thinner than you.
She will always be taller than you.
She is like the girl in the magazines,
With the nice hair, with the perfect
Body, with the perfect clothes, with
The perfect shoes, with the perfect
Makeup, with the perfect jewelry,
With the nice car and house. All the
Boys want her and all the girls want
To be exactly like her.
She will always be smarter than you.
She will always be prettier than you.
She will always be thinner than you.
She will always be taller than you.
She is like the girl in the magazines,
With the nice hair, with the perfect
Body, with the perfect clothes, with
The perfect shoes, with the perfect
Makeup, with the perfect jewelry,
With the nice car and house. All the
Boys want her and all the girls want
To be exactly like her.
What The Eyes Can't Hear
The razor breaks
My skin quickly
Leaving bright red
Rivers which scream
Silently in pain
I try to
Hide my song
Under clothes piles
In my room
Why there? Well...
Why would't I?
No one can
Hear the words
They don't bother
To peak through
The obvious cracks
In my music
They don't want
To see what
Their eyes cannot
Seem to hear...
The razor breaks
My skin quickly
Leaving bright red
Rivers which scream
Silently in pain
I try to
Hide my song
Under clothes piles
In my room
Why there? Well...
Why would't I?
No one can
Hear the words
They don't bother
To peak through
The obvious cracks
In my music
They don't want
To see what
Their eyes cannot
Seem to hear...
My heart was once made of glass
My heart was once made of glass
Well mannered and petite, I was a lady of class
So kind hearted I wore my heart on my sleave
And every one I gave it to turned and leave
One good hit was all it took to scatter
And that good hit also broke it's platter
The pieces I took and tried to glue together
But deep down I know it was gone forever
Glass once broken can never be the same
But the breaking of objects had always been a game
So I took my heart and buried it within
And with pieces of steel like made it whole again
With buckets of paint I painted it black
Light destroyed it one, I gave it to the dark
So long always laugh when they say your heart is black
The presence of light your heart lack
But light once broke and destroyed me
While darkness protect and restored me
I now accept it my heart is black
And in the light it will never go back.
My heart was once made of glass
Well mannered and petite, I was a lady of class
So kind hearted I wore my heart on my sleave
And every one I gave it to turned and leave
One good hit was all it took to scatter
And that good hit also broke it's platter
The pieces I took and tried to glue together
But deep down I know it was gone forever
Glass once broken can never be the same
But the breaking of objects had always been a game
So I took my heart and buried it within
And with pieces of steel like made it whole again
With buckets of paint I painted it black
Light destroyed it one, I gave it to the dark
So long always laugh when they say your heart is black
The presence of light your heart lack
But light once broke and destroyed me
While darkness protect and restored me
I now accept it my heart is black
And in the light it will never go back.
I Don't Understand
I don't understand, these are the words
that close the door to life that I desire
if I'm a mystery wrapped in disgust
what point is there living beyond this riddle?
I hear it too often, it is the refrain
to my behavior seen in extreme
human condition cannot be the cause
when reason is used to consider discord.
Emotion is fluid, it comes and it goes
understanding is logic, divorced from the flow
here is the crux of continued dialogue
the smiles hide the puzzle you have in your mind
the moment may pass, the question left there
the smile on the face is quick to return
yet still the facts are left without recourse
there are two paths to explain my conduct.
You think I'm crazy, bolts rolling loose
in my brainpan I'm evil or loon
which could it be, what would you like
to find out I'm wicked or out of my mind?
both are dire options if life will progress
with madman or rouge so near at hand
I wish I could state an answer that could
alieve you of questions that damn me both course.
The former is heinous, to think you've long-lived
with the high villain to which you're in bound
what harmful secrets do I also hide
in my vicious depths defying your mind?
a nightmare you've beckoned when this answer begs
the knowing of depths that my guile still hides
perhaps I am hollow, full of nasty
this should end now, malignant extinct.
The latter is sad, the worst of the two
to think I'm insane within my these four walls
nothing can fix what madness has wrought
no wonder you're puzzled when you're the sane one
holding the candle while I walk the mists
lost in miasma that steals the reason
they say of lame animals, that have no worth
put them down easy before they cause hurt.
Two ways are the answer to well-reasoned quests
to know my behavior that stressed your heart
while knowing is half of the battle you weigh
neither answer is good when life is betrayed
both may ask what can be done with the one
with foulness or craze lodged deep in their soul
the only right thing is to load up the gun
end it all now so the questions are done.
I don't understand, these are the words
that close the door to life that I desire
if I'm a mystery wrapped in disgust
what point is there living beyond this riddle?
I hear it too often, it is the refrain
to my behavior seen in extreme
human condition cannot be the cause
when reason is used to consider discord.
Emotion is fluid, it comes and it goes
understanding is logic, divorced from the flow
here is the crux of continued dialogue
the smiles hide the puzzle you have in your mind
the moment may pass, the question left there
the smile on the face is quick to return
yet still the facts are left without recourse
there are two paths to explain my conduct.
You think I'm crazy, bolts rolling loose
in my brainpan I'm evil or loon
which could it be, what would you like
to find out I'm wicked or out of my mind?
both are dire options if life will progress
with madman or rouge so near at hand
I wish I could state an answer that could
alieve you of questions that damn me both course.
The former is heinous, to think you've long-lived
with the high villain to which you're in bound
what harmful secrets do I also hide
in my vicious depths defying your mind?
a nightmare you've beckoned when this answer begs
the knowing of depths that my guile still hides
perhaps I am hollow, full of nasty
this should end now, malignant extinct.
The latter is sad, the worst of the two
to think I'm insane within my these four walls
nothing can fix what madness has wrought
no wonder you're puzzled when you're the sane one
holding the candle while I walk the mists
lost in miasma that steals the reason
they say of lame animals, that have no worth
put them down easy before they cause hurt.
Two ways are the answer to well-reasoned quests
to know my behavior that stressed your heart
while knowing is half of the battle you weigh
neither answer is good when life is betrayed
both may ask what can be done with the one
with foulness or craze lodged deep in their soul
the only right thing is to load up the gun
end it all now so the questions are done.
Anonymous
I was down when I began
had no time had no plan
kindness was all I had
now that's an empty can
sharp enough to cut through cloth
I'm a low down alcoholic sloth
kindness was all I had
now its lost within the froth
The fabric hung out to dry
weep and shout and cry
kindness was all I had
even that has said goodbye
had no time had no plan
kindness was all I had
now that's an empty can
sharp enough to cut through cloth
I'm a low down alcoholic sloth
kindness was all I had
now its lost within the froth
The fabric hung out to dry
weep and shout and cry
kindness was all I had
even that has said goodbye
Bleak
i am so sad and i don't know why
something good has passed me by
and every thought within my head
is poisoned by a pitch black dread
i am so tired and i cannot sleep
my anguish is intense and deep
and thinking of it i have observed
something inside say it's deserved
i am so bewildered am feeling ill
i swear it's all against my will
i want to break free into the light
but feel too weak to put up a fight
i am so afraid that i will fail
to escape out of this awful jail
pray to God to give me strength
and help me go to any length
i am so sad and i don't know why
something good has passed me by
and every thought within my head
is poisoned by a pitch black dread
i am so tired and i cannot sleep
my anguish is intense and deep
and thinking of it i have observed
something inside say it's deserved
i am so bewildered am feeling ill
i swear it's all against my will
i want to break free into the light
but feel too weak to put up a fight
i am so afraid that i will fail
to escape out of this awful jail
pray to God to give me strength
and help me go to any length
Anonymous
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NO BUENO MAMI....
No bueno Mami daddy is moving out because he said he can't handle you!!!!
No bueno mami... I hate seeing you cry well u lay in bed
No bueno mami....why are you always coming home late not even eating your supper plate!!
No bueno Mami why do all your promises lately became all lies and then you get mad when we ask why???
No bueno Mami your pretty face is becoming ugly
no bueno Mami you started doing dope just remember me and my sibling noticed everything!!!!
no bueno Mami why don't we ever do fun things ???,
no bueno Mami that rock became your everything !!!!!
No bueno.... my mommy lost her life to the streets and that ice that kills slowly!!!!
No bueno Mami daddy is moving out because he said he can't handle you!!!!
No bueno mami... I hate seeing you cry well u lay in bed
No bueno mami....why are you always coming home late not even eating your supper plate!!
No bueno Mami why do all your promises lately became all lies and then you get mad when we ask why???
No bueno Mami your pretty face is becoming ugly
no bueno Mami you started doing dope just remember me and my sibling noticed everything!!!!
no bueno Mami why don't we ever do fun things ???,
no bueno Mami that rock became your everything !!!!!
No bueno.... my mommy lost her life to the streets and that ice that kills slowly!!!!
HEP-ATITUS
(a sonnet…what else?)
A plague of fetid blood so I’ve become
Who vomits only bile and drywall dust
In horrid little squares whose added sum
Is so much sewer pipe and iron rust
A blood that has no purpose left to serve
But poison heart that nothing should remain
A black oil crust that’s shredding every nerve
Like shards of ground glass coursing through my brain
I wish that I could open veins and smear
Cute rounded flowers everywhere I see
But even then would square on square appear
My blood coagulates in squares of scree
To vomit bloody squares is all I can
Which takes me back to where this shit began
Geoff's Notes: "square(s)" are a metaphor for my poet's soul which writes in formulaics (sonnets, villanelles, sestinas, etc.)...
flowers represent those poets who can write beautifully in free verse...
Bad end to a bad week, so when someone referred to me as "hep c" the poem wrote itself...
(a sonnet…what else?)
A plague of fetid blood so I’ve become
Who vomits only bile and drywall dust
In horrid little squares whose added sum
Is so much sewer pipe and iron rust
A blood that has no purpose left to serve
But poison heart that nothing should remain
A black oil crust that’s shredding every nerve
Like shards of ground glass coursing through my brain
I wish that I could open veins and smear
Cute rounded flowers everywhere I see
But even then would square on square appear
My blood coagulates in squares of scree
To vomit bloody squares is all I can
Which takes me back to where this shit began
Geoff's Notes: "square(s)" are a metaphor for my poet's soul which writes in formulaics (sonnets, villanelles, sestinas, etc.)...
flowers represent those poets who can write beautifully in free verse...
Bad end to a bad week, so when someone referred to me as "hep c" the poem wrote itself...
http://i1290.photobucket.com/albums/b536/1willybugger/adumbass_zpsduaqqfxd.jpg
A letter to my self.
Dear Dumbass,
What the ‘Hell’ is wrong with you? Just because you grew up outside of a small Western Wisconsin town, doesn’t mean that everyone you encounter has some clandestine motive to steal your innocent soul.
Despite what they taught you during ‘drug awareness day’, that cute little hippie chick is not a pusher who wants to get you hooked. She’s a hot blooded young woman who wants to make out. Don’t be such a square. No wonder it took you two more years to lose your virginity.
Yours Truly,
snugglebuck
A letter to my self.
Dear Dumbass,
What the ‘Hell’ is wrong with you? Just because you grew up outside of a small Western Wisconsin town, doesn’t mean that everyone you encounter has some clandestine motive to steal your innocent soul.
Despite what they taught you during ‘drug awareness day’, that cute little hippie chick is not a pusher who wants to get you hooked. She’s a hot blooded young woman who wants to make out. Don’t be such a square. No wonder it took you two more years to lose your virginity.
Yours Truly,
snugglebuck
Banish
how do I banish
this girl within
she who is weak
and vulnerable
who dares to hope
and trust
who throws herself
recklessly
to the wind
heedless of the pain
and the danger
and my terrified pleas
she who gets hurt
then retreats in sorrow
leaving me
to pick up the pieces
put on a fresh face
and start over
…again…
how do I banish
this girl within
she who is weak
and vulnerable
who dares to hope
and trust
who throws herself
recklessly
to the wind
heedless of the pain
and the danger
and my terrified pleas
she who gets hurt
then retreats in sorrow
leaving me
to pick up the pieces
put on a fresh face
and start over
…again…
"Seize by the throat and tear"
evaporate smiles like smoke
trying to run from worries
He asked me what some of my hobbies were;
I replied "I like music"
but what I meant to say was
I habitually run from my worries in the form of song
I habitually play this album into oblivion until the dust forms bunnies on the needle
until my eyes form needles
You make me sad
when I make me sad
and this album makes me more sad
but I can't put the casing away, it's always out
the vinyl is always spinning and spinning
i'm spinning and spinning
away from the times I say something you used to laugh at but don't anymore
I'm spinning and spinning
away from the hallway walks
when i'm alone
i'm always alone anymore
I'm spinning and spinning
into dizzy habits
more habits
I meant to say I have the habit of rambling on into poetic obscurity
I meant to say I have the habit of sleeping to get you away from my mind
I meant to say I have the habit of saying "I'm happy for you"
but I'm not
and never will be
you depress me
and I depress you
and even when you say you don't believe in that stuff I smile;
I smile because I want to believe you too
I want to believe I'm happy for you
But I'm not
And never will be;
I meant to say I habitually lie
I hate liars but ironically wait at the window dreaming of all the things i'll deny
I meant to say I have the habit, of ripping my fleshy bloody brain apart
until I want to cry and no longer be afraid to tell you the truth.
But instead,
you'll walk away before I can answer
evaporate smiles like smoke
trying to run from worries
He asked me what some of my hobbies were;
I replied "I like music"
but what I meant to say was
I habitually run from my worries in the form of song
I habitually play this album into oblivion until the dust forms bunnies on the needle
until my eyes form needles
You make me sad
when I make me sad
and this album makes me more sad
but I can't put the casing away, it's always out
the vinyl is always spinning and spinning
i'm spinning and spinning
away from the times I say something you used to laugh at but don't anymore
I'm spinning and spinning
away from the hallway walks
when i'm alone
i'm always alone anymore
I'm spinning and spinning
into dizzy habits
more habits
I meant to say I have the habit of rambling on into poetic obscurity
I meant to say I have the habit of sleeping to get you away from my mind
I meant to say I have the habit of saying "I'm happy for you"
but I'm not
and never will be
you depress me
and I depress you
and even when you say you don't believe in that stuff I smile;
I smile because I want to believe you too
I want to believe I'm happy for you
But I'm not
And never will be;
I meant to say I habitually lie
I hate liars but ironically wait at the window dreaming of all the things i'll deny
I meant to say I have the habit, of ripping my fleshy bloody brain apart
until I want to cry and no longer be afraid to tell you the truth.
But instead,
you'll walk away before I can answer
