Poetry competition CLOSED 24th April 2017 11:11pm
WINNER
feenixfiles
feenixfiles
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Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem based on Jackson Browne's quote from his song
Here's the quote:"No matter how fast I run I can never seem to get away from me."
Link to the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJ6kzfj0tRM
Actually the next words in the song are intriguing as well...feel free to write on these "No matter where I am I can't help thinking I'm just a day away from where I want to be."
Rules:
1) Poetry only
2) Any style
3) New poetry only
4) No extreme content
5) Try and keep your piece to 200 words or less
6) Limit two entries per poet
Enjoy!
Link to the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJ6kzfj0tRM
Actually the next words in the song are intriguing as well...feel free to write on these "No matter where I am I can't help thinking I'm just a day away from where I want to be."
Rules:
1) Poetry only
2) Any style
3) New poetry only
4) No extreme content
5) Try and keep your piece to 200 words or less
6) Limit two entries per poet
Enjoy!
One Day Closer
The long road ahead of me
Is difficult, but I am one step
Closer to where I want to be.
Do not try to give a bad rep
To my name because you do
Not know me. You do not know
Where I have been or who
I was before. Although
The days are slow I am one
Day closer to the person I really
Want to be. There is the sun
Shining right overhead, freely
Not thinking about the shadows
I am leaving behind. Give me grace
And a chance for a reality dose,
But let me go at my own pace.
You want to control it all because
I can see it in your eyes, but
You could never control the pause
Button. I am getting out of my own rut.
Is difficult, but I am one step
Closer to where I want to be.
Do not try to give a bad rep
To my name because you do
Not know me. You do not know
Where I have been or who
I was before. Although
The days are slow I am one
Day closer to the person I really
Want to be. There is the sun
Shining right overhead, freely
Not thinking about the shadows
I am leaving behind. Give me grace
And a chance for a reality dose,
But let me go at my own pace.
You want to control it all because
I can see it in your eyes, but
You could never control the pause
Button. I am getting out of my own rut.
Written by eswaller
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A means to nowhere ends
My life rolls in shadow
Of desperation
And your touch
Revolving between wanderlust
And wanting you too much
A smile away from tragedy
A tear away from a smile
So i come to you a refugee
Please hold me for a while
In daylight slant
Through glitter of dust
Find my fading grin
And wait there baby
Tenderly
Lay warm mercies on my skin
And i will sing to you softly
Of better days we've left
Of comfort more than complacent thought
As your head rests apon my chest
Ill rock you in sweet lullaby
Humming days when we were new
Before nights were lost to ennui
And I learned to sing your blues
When your arms reached for another lover
Throwing my faith out with dignity
Down this road I walk further back to you
I come to you a refugee
My life rolls in shadow
Of desperation
And your touch
Revolving between wanderlust
And wanting you too much
A smile away from tragedy
A tear away from a smile
So i come to you a refugee
Please hold me for a while
In daylight slant
Through glitter of dust
Find my fading grin
And wait there baby
Tenderly
Lay warm mercies on my skin
And i will sing to you softly
Of better days we've left
Of comfort more than complacent thought
As your head rests apon my chest
Ill rock you in sweet lullaby
Humming days when we were new
Before nights were lost to ennui
And I learned to sing your blues
When your arms reached for another lover
Throwing my faith out with dignity
Down this road I walk further back to you
I come to you a refugee
Stranger’s Face
I remember driving down the highway,
Driving as fast as I could,
I remember I was running away,
Again,
If you knew you would've understood.
It was a long and lonesome road,
Down a path I did not see,
But I was just escaping,
Myself,
Like a needle in this artery.
Then I remember seeing a man,
A ghost on the side of the road,
With a guitar in his hand,
A glance,
And for a there second time slowed.
He looked at me as if he knew me,
I’ve heard strangers have that effect,
A connection out of nowhere,
Somewhere,
It made me pause and reflect.
But I kept driving into the desert,
Where there was nothing but open space,
Then I felt a sense a peace,
At least,
In remembering that stranger’s face.
I remember driving down the highway,
Driving as fast as I could,
I remember I was running away,
Again,
If you knew you would've understood.
It was a long and lonesome road,
Down a path I did not see,
But I was just escaping,
Myself,
Like a needle in this artery.
Then I remember seeing a man,
A ghost on the side of the road,
With a guitar in his hand,
A glance,
And for a there second time slowed.
He looked at me as if he knew me,
I’ve heard strangers have that effect,
A connection out of nowhere,
Somewhere,
It made me pause and reflect.
But I kept driving into the desert,
Where there was nothing but open space,
Then I felt a sense a peace,
At least,
In remembering that stranger’s face.
Run Run Run
Run run run rapidly readily rigorously
Reaching roads rivers railways
Run run run rough remote rambling routes
Realizing regret remorse remain redundant
Run run run re-evaluating racing rituals
Remaining respectful responsible relaxed
Run run run repetitively run run run repeatedly
Reaching roads rivers railways
Run run run rough remote rambling routes
Realizing regret remorse remain redundant
Run run run re-evaluating racing rituals
Remaining respectful responsible relaxed
Run run run repetitively run run run repeatedly
Written by feenixfiles
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I am out in public
and all I see
are murderers, liars, and thiefs.
I set my alarm clock four times
if I am late the Lord knows my head will blow.
I meet many strangers
yet none will like me,
because you see
this is my anxiety.
I can't join clubs, sports, or well...anything new,
because what if these people were to see
I am my own worst enemy.
My family always says to just breathe
soon enough it will get easy
what they don't understand, you see,
is that No matter how fast I run I can never seem to get away from me.
and all I see
are murderers, liars, and thiefs.
I set my alarm clock four times
if I am late the Lord knows my head will blow.
I meet many strangers
yet none will like me,
because you see
this is my anxiety.
I can't join clubs, sports, or well...anything new,
because what if these people were to see
I am my own worst enemy.
My family always says to just breathe
soon enough it will get easy
what they don't understand, you see,
is that No matter how fast I run I can never seem to get away from me.
Anonymous
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I feel inadequate to the task of picking a winner in this competition. I am inspired by all of your work and I can identify with elements of each piece. I only choose a winner to satisfy the nature of competition. I am not choosing runner’s up because I don’t want to diminish the contribution of any poet.
Feenixfiles, I choose your poem, “Run Run Run,” as the winner. I enjoy the movement in the piece. It seems that in every night’s dream I am always running to or from something. I feel that the substance of your work best illustrates the futility of running from oneself.
Rina, I both lose and find myself in all of your poems. This one, in particular, touched me. I tire of putting on the brave face, the everything’s-right-in-my-world facade. That is precisely why the writing of poetry is such a catharsis for me…it is where I touch my authentic self.
Eswaller, I enjoy very much the positive spin you take in your lovely poem. The hope that what we are seeking is just around the bend and that one cannot be denied that destiny by anything or anyone.
Jennifer, you conjure serenity and romance with your words. I like the idea of finding that one person, that one lover who represents your heart’s home.
Wallyroo, I can imagine so vividly the scene you have created. The mysterious troubadour. Is he a projection of your true self or some kindred, familiar spirit gazing deep into your soul.
Juliet, We tend to forget the “as thyself’ part of “Love thy neighbor as thyself.” You express so well how truly difficult it is to love someone else when we feel no love for one's self. I am empathetic to this plight.
IronFears, What an intriguing idea that we can escape even death but we can’t escape ourselves, at least that is my subjective interpretation of your words. I imagined the proverbial “monkey on your back” scenario and that nothing can be done but to embrace our simian doppelgänger. I probably stretched that a bit too far.
Once again I am honored that each of you took the time to participate in this competition.
Tutti Bravisimo!
Feenixfiles, I choose your poem, “Run Run Run,” as the winner. I enjoy the movement in the piece. It seems that in every night’s dream I am always running to or from something. I feel that the substance of your work best illustrates the futility of running from oneself.
Rina, I both lose and find myself in all of your poems. This one, in particular, touched me. I tire of putting on the brave face, the everything’s-right-in-my-world facade. That is precisely why the writing of poetry is such a catharsis for me…it is where I touch my authentic self.
Eswaller, I enjoy very much the positive spin you take in your lovely poem. The hope that what we are seeking is just around the bend and that one cannot be denied that destiny by anything or anyone.
Jennifer, you conjure serenity and romance with your words. I like the idea of finding that one person, that one lover who represents your heart’s home.
Wallyroo, I can imagine so vividly the scene you have created. The mysterious troubadour. Is he a projection of your true self or some kindred, familiar spirit gazing deep into your soul.
Juliet, We tend to forget the “as thyself’ part of “Love thy neighbor as thyself.” You express so well how truly difficult it is to love someone else when we feel no love for one's self. I am empathetic to this plight.
IronFears, What an intriguing idea that we can escape even death but we can’t escape ourselves, at least that is my subjective interpretation of your words. I imagined the proverbial “monkey on your back” scenario and that nothing can be done but to embrace our simian doppelgänger. I probably stretched that a bit too far.
Once again I am honored that each of you took the time to participate in this competition.
Tutti Bravisimo!
