Poetry competition CLOSED 16th February 2017 5:41pm
WINNER
composedWITHrazors (Blade Artist)
composedWITHrazors (Blade Artist)
RUNNERS-UP:
case28
and snugglebuck
My Cold Dead Heart
Poetry Contest Description
write a poem with this as the title, or the fist line, or the last line
New poems only please
No more than 40 lines
Rhyming or not
Any genre
try and see behind the title. This poem can be any emotion
Good Luck :-)
No more than 40 lines
Rhyming or not
Any genre
try and see behind the title. This poem can be any emotion
Good Luck :-)
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my cold dead heart
your fanny is alluring
concealed depths of power
my pretty little ship-wrecker
a plume of pink peacock feathers
carved from an iceberg
that will eventually melt into the sea
and all the prick teasing parades
aboard the bon voyage
will amount to nothing
exposing your frozen pith
a cold dead heart
bobbing away in solitude
written by Alexander Case
your fanny is alluring
concealed depths of power
my pretty little ship-wrecker
a plume of pink peacock feathers
carved from an iceberg
that will eventually melt into the sea
and all the prick teasing parades
aboard the bon voyage
will amount to nothing
exposing your frozen pith
a cold dead heart
bobbing away in solitude
written by Alexander Case
My cold dead heart
A fucked-up cliché
Five years apart
Dreams filled with dismay
My cold dead heart
Wakes to dismay
Images now depart
The fool I portray
My cold dead heart
Jade eyes betray
My heart kick-start
My lovemaking passé
My cold dead heart
Let it decay
Love will depart
Sing her sobriquet
A fucked-up cliché
Five years apart
Dreams filled with dismay
My cold dead heart
Wakes to dismay
Images now depart
The fool I portray
My cold dead heart
Jade eyes betray
My heart kick-start
My lovemaking passé
My cold dead heart
Let it decay
Love will depart
Sing her sobriquet
My cold dead heart
You relinquish and twart
Like a sad work of art
In a white wall gallery
And now it is february
I like walking through cemetery's
I keep thinking of the memories
When we bike there
I've become something Catastrophic
Living off of suctioning geographic
Like the book fairs held by scholastic
That's probably coyrighted and I Could get sued unless I say it's fantastic
My cold dead heart
Was never dead from the start
Yet I feel torn apart
And empty
You relinquish and twart
Like a sad work of art
In a white wall gallery
And now it is february
I like walking through cemetery's
I keep thinking of the memories
When we bike there
I've become something Catastrophic
Living off of suctioning geographic
Like the book fairs held by scholastic
That's probably coyrighted and I Could get sued unless I say it's fantastic
My cold dead heart
Was never dead from the start
Yet I feel torn apart
And empty
Deadbeat
Always cavalier in forgetting
the angst on the other side
of that last conversation
as words fall apart under
the weight of tears
until the smoke clears
when the woman in the mirror
finally gains the confidence
to comprehend that shit
always floated in my soul
and the tables turn leaving me
damned to lie down all alone
on a torn mattress jerking off
my cold dead heart.
.
Always cavalier in forgetting
the angst on the other side
of that last conversation
as words fall apart under
the weight of tears
until the smoke clears
when the woman in the mirror
finally gains the confidence
to comprehend that shit
always floated in my soul
and the tables turn leaving me
damned to lie down all alone
on a torn mattress jerking off
my cold dead heart.
.
Polar shift
There's not enough of me left
to share with anyone
though you're welcome to kick
my cold dead heart
and see if there's any red blood
I could smear some on my lips
and pretend I loved you
til the last drop
There's not enough of me left
to share with anyone
though you're welcome to kick
my cold dead heart
and see if there's any red blood
I could smear some on my lips
and pretend I loved you
til the last drop
My Cold Dead Heart
Here lies the heart of the person
Who’s blood pumped too blue for
People to notice. The pain will only worsen
Over time as nobody knew them before
They became a killer and numb to the touch.
They felt nothing inside of their dead core.
They hold tight to their heart and clutch
It within their grasp like they knew that the
Storm was coming. Everything was too much.
Here lies the heart of the person
Who’s blood pumped too blue for
People to notice. The pain will only worsen
Over time as nobody knew them before
They became a killer and numb to the touch.
They felt nothing inside of their dead core.
They hold tight to their heart and clutch
It within their grasp like they knew that the
Storm was coming. Everything was too much.
Is nothing that will hurt you
In spite it's lack of virtue
It doesn't judge or hold a grudge
It will not love or hate you.
Would you still want to love me
And not hold it above me
That I won't miss when we don't kiss
It isn't 'cause I'm lazy.
You might want me to touch you
To rouse the passion in you
You missed the ship to take that trip
I'm dead confused on how to.
