Poetry competition CLOSED 1st January 2017 7:11am
WINNER
Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Release
Anonymous
paper chains
Paper chains around my wrists
Preventing me from throwing fists
Paper chains around my ankle
Can’t run I just waddle
Paper chains around my neck
Cut into my luck
They whipped me with a paper whip
Then Beat me with a paper stick
From Bleeding back to bleeding lip
These paper chains have killed me quick
My life has passed futile farce
A very grizzly chapter
The proof of my existence
Written down on paper
Paper chains around my wrists
Preventing me from throwing fists
Paper chains around my ankle
Can’t run I just waddle
Paper chains around my neck
Cut into my luck
They whipped me with a paper whip
Then Beat me with a paper stick
From Bleeding back to bleeding lip
These paper chains have killed me quick
My life has passed futile farce
A very grizzly chapter
The proof of my existence
Written down on paper
LovelyWhiteLines said:
Ok, sorry. I do not know how to private message people on here so I just posted it to the comp. I also stated it in the rules which is why I did report it because it violates te rules of my comp. If you can contact him or her for me that would be great.
You simply go to their profile and click on the "Message" tab. I have done it for you this time.
Ok, sorry. I do not know how to private message people on here so I just posted it to the comp. I also stated it in the rules which is why I did report it because it violates te rules of my comp. If you can contact him or her for me that would be great.
You simply go to their profile and click on the "Message" tab. I have done it for you this time.
Space
Count the breaths:
One, two, three and four.
Letting go of all the stress.
Dropping down to the floor
Where it is safer there.
I found a way to restore
My humanity. Give me air
To breathe and take it
All in. A soft spoken prayer
For the mind and a bit
Of rest for the heart. Let me
Regain my spirit and wit.
Count the breaths:
One, two, three and four.
Letting go of all the stress.
Dropping down to the floor
Where it is safer there.
I found a way to restore
My humanity. Give me air
To breathe and take it
All in. A soft spoken prayer
For the mind and a bit
Of rest for the heart. Let me
Regain my spirit and wit.
Being friends with many-sinning mightly-worst being
Envy or perhaps greed
I find myself
Needing to
Gain control-but I
Have none-and so I have been and remain
Unsuccessful in
My many valiant and brave
Attempts-failures really-makes me feel small like
Nothing and no one; nonexistent,invisible,irrelevant[/quote]
Envy or perhaps greed
I find myself
Needing to
Gain control-but I
Have none-and so I have been and remain
Unsuccessful in
My many valiant and brave
Attempts-failures really-makes me feel small like
Nothing and no one; nonexistent,invisible,irrelevant[/quote]
And as I take the last sip from the bottle that blurs my eyes, and chooses to disguise the world around me
I stumble...Looking for the light
But what I find is a light that will ignite fumes
Fumes that erupt in a quick burst of haze...further impeding my sight.
As the room fills with melodious notes: cranberry,vodka, and cigarette smoke
I Choke
I Stumble
...i drift
Drift away from the pain that consumed my day
I drift to a place where there is no more hate, where racism, classism, and divides have to wait.
My sips become longer, and the pain dissipates; knowing not tomorrow, what I know today
My sun begins to set and the clock rewinds, moving forward in time but staying still in the mind.
I turn off the lights, and I take a deep breath...my release is counting the days that I have left
I stumble...Looking for the light
But what I find is a light that will ignite fumes
Fumes that erupt in a quick burst of haze...further impeding my sight.
As the room fills with melodious notes: cranberry,vodka, and cigarette smoke
I Choke
I Stumble
...i drift
Drift away from the pain that consumed my day
I drift to a place where there is no more hate, where racism, classism, and divides have to wait.
My sips become longer, and the pain dissipates; knowing not tomorrow, what I know today
My sun begins to set and the clock rewinds, moving forward in time but staying still in the mind.
I turn off the lights, and I take a deep breath...my release is counting the days that I have left
Afroqn73 said:Being friends with many-sinning mightly-worst being
Envy or perhaps greed
I find myself
Needing to
Gain control-but I
Have none-and so I have been and remain
Unsuccessful in
My many valiant and brave
Attempts-failures really-makes me feel small like
Nothing and no one; nonexistent,invisible,irrelevant[/quote]
Hey, I noticed you have reposted this 3 times now. I don't know if it is not showing up for you or if you are super excited about this poem which is great and you should be but, can you please not continue to post this poem again for this competition? Thank you.
Envy or perhaps greed
I find myself
Needing to
Gain control-but I
Have none-and so I have been and remain
Unsuccessful in
My many valiant and brave
Attempts-failures really-makes me feel small like
Nothing and no one; nonexistent,invisible,irrelevant[/quote]
Hey, I noticed you have reposted this 3 times now. I don't know if it is not showing up for you or if you are super excited about this poem which is great and you should be but, can you please not continue to post this poem again for this competition? Thank you.
