Poetry competition CLOSED 19th January 2017 2:42am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
drone
and WillowsWhimsies
I Do or I DON'T
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Description: Why did you marry or why won't you marry?
Tell me why you chose to marry or why you won't marry. What does marriage mean to you? Is it just a piece of paper or more than that to you? I want you to be as honest as possible about your reasoning for being for or against marriage. There will be no judgments passed on this competition. Please be respectful of other writers' opinions. Hold comments on posts.
New Writes Only
2 maximum
Prose poetry
Explicit acceptable
Be as honest as you possibly can
Thanks ✨Trish
Anonymous
Example:
Christmas day I was asked for my hand in marriage.
I couldn't make up my mind.
I needed time. It's a huge decision.
I made up my mind... after consuming every possible reason.
I had been married twice before.
Horrible endings in divorce.
I'll tell you the end of this story after the competition.
And why I chose I do or I don't.
Christmas day I was asked for my hand in marriage.
I couldn't make up my mind.
I needed time. It's a huge decision.
I made up my mind... after consuming every possible reason.
I had been married twice before.
Horrible endings in divorce.
I'll tell you the end of this story after the competition.
And why I chose I do or I don't.
I Did...but No Thank You
twice I've said yes
I thought it was right
expected, perhaps
years have been my teacher
lessons learned
in waiting
treatment degrading
forget second class
I wasn't even in steerage
not nearly as interesting
as she was
or she was
or...need I go on?
so, lesson one
comprehended
it was a disaster
the only happily ever after
was making it out
damaged, but intact
so why
did I give it another try?
good question
the second
was at least faithful
made me laugh
and feel protected
at first I didn't notice
with a strangling grip
he pinned me to his hip
smothering my spirit
until the laughter
slowly died
and so...
alone
I found myself
not through the filter
of anyone else
keep the paper
it means nothing to me
keep the notion
of possession
we were born to be free
if I love (and I will love)
it will be unfettered
so while I did...
and did again
I must now say...
no thank you
twice I've said yes
I thought it was right
expected, perhaps
years have been my teacher
lessons learned
in waiting
treatment degrading
forget second class
I wasn't even in steerage
not nearly as interesting
as she was
or she was
or...need I go on?
so, lesson one
comprehended
it was a disaster
the only happily ever after
was making it out
damaged, but intact
so why
did I give it another try?
good question
the second
was at least faithful
made me laugh
and feel protected
at first I didn't notice
with a strangling grip
he pinned me to his hip
smothering my spirit
until the laughter
slowly died
and so...
alone
I found myself
not through the filter
of anyone else
keep the paper
it means nothing to me
keep the notion
of possession
we were born to be free
if I love (and I will love)
it will be unfettered
so while I did...
and did again
I must now say...
no thank you
Anonymous
Thank you so much for the honesty..
MadameLavender
Forum Posts: 5594
Guardian of Shadows
86
Joined 17th Feb 2013Forum Posts: 5594
Never Again
Marriage used to be
sacred—my life in gold rings;
I tried all I could.
The hearts left, almost
immediately, then the
“isms” took over
making it a game,
entrapment in no matter
what I did, was wrong.
I prayed for answers,
and they came when it was time—
twenty five years, gone.
The tears, gaslighting,
narcissism at its best,
emotional jail;
I am not crazy,
but it got made out that way,
to hide his own faults.
A slap in the face,
a knife in the soul—he’s gay…
I’m forever, done.
I’ll not trust, again—
I can’t. I’ll make sure of that;
I’m better, alone.
Marriage used to be
sacred—my life in gold rings;
I tried all I could.
The hearts left, almost
immediately, then the
“isms” took over
making it a game,
entrapment in no matter
what I did, was wrong.
I prayed for answers,
and they came when it was time—
twenty five years, gone.
The tears, gaslighting,
narcissism at its best,
emotional jail;
I am not crazy,
but it got made out that way,
to hide his own faults.
A slap in the face,
a knife in the soul—he’s gay…
I’m forever, done.
I’ll not trust, again—
I can’t. I’ll make sure of that;
I’m better, alone.
Anonymous
I Still Bleed
Paralysis becomes me
waking surrounded
by dark whispers
which cause
each chamber
to constrict even now
unknowingly
to you
unless perhaps
you have
a conscience
*
Hearts once
beat in time
when your puzzle piece
was found to
match with mine
Conveyed in our
quilled scrolls
after being
put to parchment
then launched airborne
to land at
the other's feet
We were
found caressing
and
intertwined
before lips
even met
for the
very first time
*
I can quickly
recall
slow, deep kisses
with hands
firmly gripped
to black lined florals
and
needy hips
being guided
towards a missile
of the heat seeking kind
which sought out
slow, nice
and
easy
and
how I remained
on course
ensuring your
full sink
to bury
*
I can still
taste the flavor
of rapture
when desire
lingered
against my palate
once passions
were felt to swell
expanding
my lips
to seep sweet nothings
which stole breath
and
carried me
to what was felt
a sacred
and
trusted place
of worship
*
Darkness then
cradled to wrap
and
rock me to sleep
each night within
the melodies of
betrayal
and
needed goodbyes
yet love
allowed me to
trust you
for one
last time
*
Even now
I can feel
each deep breath
exuded
as thick struggled
to fill in
my pulsing
tight hollow
transforming
into the wrapped
clenched embraces
meant to surface
that longing
which
forever rose
and
would
finally get to
surge
in all its
carnality
*
Remembering hands
bunching sheets
as moans
escaped behind
teeth biting down
on lips so dry
as a clouded velvet
built inside
with enough greed
to flow
a creamy silk
which could scroll
each of the
five letters
needed to
spell
your name
*
I hear my voice
echo in the
pleas[e] and screams
while calling out to God
obtaining both
high and low
octaves
as I begged
for you to have
every one
of your seeds spill
and
fly freely
and
when you did
they mixed with
beads of sweat
and
every drop of blood
I shed
*
Why can't I rid you from my memory
just as easily
as you did the crimson
left in the bed sheets
and
on my flesh?
*
Author's Note:
For when
No Meant Yes
in the eyes of D****
...still found to make appearances from the backseat of my mind
every now and then even after all of this time
Paralysis becomes me
waking surrounded
by dark whispers
which cause
each chamber
to constrict even now
unknowingly
to you
unless perhaps
you have
a conscience
*
Hearts once
beat in time
when your puzzle piece
was found to
match with mine
Conveyed in our
quilled scrolls
after being
put to parchment
then launched airborne
to land at
the other's feet
We were
found caressing
and
intertwined
before lips
even met
for the
very first time
*
I can quickly
recall
slow, deep kisses
with hands
firmly gripped
to black lined florals
and
needy hips
being guided
towards a missile
of the heat seeking kind
which sought out
slow, nice
and
easy
and
how I remained
on course
ensuring your
full sink
to bury
*
I can still
taste the flavor
of rapture
when desire
lingered
against my palate
once passions
were felt to swell
expanding
my lips
to seep sweet nothings
which stole breath
and
carried me
to what was felt
a sacred
and
trusted place
of worship
*
Darkness then
cradled to wrap
and
rock me to sleep
each night within
the melodies of
betrayal
and
needed goodbyes
yet love
allowed me to
trust you
for one
last time
*
Even now
I can feel
each deep breath
exuded
as thick struggled
to fill in
my pulsing
tight hollow
transforming
into the wrapped
clenched embraces
meant to surface
that longing
which
forever rose
and
would
finally get to
surge
in all its
carnality
*
Remembering hands
bunching sheets
as moans
escaped behind
teeth biting down
on lips so dry
as a clouded velvet
built inside
with enough greed
to flow
a creamy silk
which could scroll
each of the
five letters
needed to
spell
your name
*
I hear my voice
echo in the
pleas[e] and screams
while calling out to God
obtaining both
high and low
octaves
as I begged
for you to have
every one
of your seeds spill
and
fly freely
and
when you did
they mixed with
beads of sweat
and
every drop of blood
I shed
*
Why can't I rid you from my memory
just as easily
as you did the crimson
left in the bed sheets
and
on my flesh?
*
Author's Note:
For when
No Meant Yes
in the eyes of D****
...still found to make appearances from the backseat of my mind
every now and then even after all of this time
drone
Forum Posts: 2252
Tyrant of Words
10
Joined 3rd Sep 2011 Forum Posts: 2252
You do not need
or ever will
need
a piece of paper
to prove
that you love
or ever will
need
a piece of paper
to prove
that you love
drone
Forum Posts: 2252
Tyrant of Words
10
Joined 3rd Sep 2011 Forum Posts: 2252
The tradition of marriage
within our world
courses
more hidden pain
despair
and sad lonely smiles
when wishful thinking
finally
dies
within our world
courses
more hidden pain
despair
and sad lonely smiles
when wishful thinking
finally
dies
Anonymous
MadameLavender said:Never Again
Marriage used to be
sacred—my life in gold rings;
I tried all I could.
The hearts left, almost
immediately, then the
“isms” took over
making it a game,
entrapment in no matter
what I did, was wrong.
I prayed for answers,
and they came when it was time—
twenty five years, gone.
The tears, gaslighting,
narcissism at its best,
emotional jail;
I am not crazy,
but it got made out that way,
to hide his own faults.
A slap in the face,
a knife in the soul—he’s gay…
I’m forever, done.
I’ll not trust, again—
I can’t. I’ll make sure of that;
I’m better, alone.
Marriage used to be
sacred—my life in gold rings;
I tried all I could.
The hearts left, almost
immediately, then the
“isms” took over
making it a game,
entrapment in no matter
what I did, was wrong.
I prayed for answers,
and they came when it was time—
twenty five years, gone.
The tears, gaslighting,
narcissism at its best,
emotional jail;
I am not crazy,
but it got made out that way,
to hide his own faults.
A slap in the face,
a knife in the soul—he’s gay…
I’m forever, done.
I’ll not trust, again—
I can’t. I’ll make sure of that;
I’m better, alone.
Anonymous
No one knows what we truly need but ,our ourselves. T.Y. Lisa
Anonymous
Anonymous
Outstanding Taryn. Glad this will be a public vote.
LillyoftheValley
Joined 6th June 2014
Forum Posts: 56
Twisted Dreamer
Forum Posts: 56
Marriage
I will never worship the sanctity of marriage
Its too complicated to delve into
No one will ever actually understand those quietly whispered vows
They mean nothing
Don't you believe in?
No, I don't believe in
I'll tell you what I believe in; Ryan
He's enough for me
I am so flawed
But he continues to love
As long as he doesn't possess me
I can leave any time
But I never will
Because he is my envelop
Stash me away
Swimming in my head
Familiar eyes
Will never be missing
From this heart
I will never worship the sanctity of marriage
Its too complicated to delve into
No one will ever actually understand those quietly whispered vows
They mean nothing
Don't you believe in?
No, I don't believe in
I'll tell you what I believe in; Ryan
He's enough for me
I am so flawed
But he continues to love
As long as he doesn't possess me
I can leave any time
But I never will
Because he is my envelop
Stash me away
Swimming in my head
Familiar eyes
Will never be missing
From this heart
Anonymous
Seems to be a consistent them here.. truly grateful for the honesty
Trish
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