Poetry competition CLOSED 2nd May 2017 4:57pm
WINNER
wallyroo92
wallyroo92
RUNNERS-UP:
snugglebuck
and Josh
There Will Be Storms
Poetry Contest Description
I am a collector of quotes. Maggie DeMerrell wrote the following and it is one of my favourites. Write a poem about someone you know due to your own storm or theirs.
“There will be storms child, there will be storms and with each tempest you will seem to stand alone against the cruel winds. But with time, the rage and fury shall subside and when the sky clears, you find yourself clinging to someone you would never have known but for the storms.”
Write a poem about someone you know due to your own storm or theirs.
Rules:
1 submission per poet
Under 200 words
Any style
New entries only
No extreme content please
3 Weeks
Trophy awarded based on votes
Write a poem about someone you know due to your own storm or theirs.
Rules:
1 submission per poet
Under 200 words
Any style
New entries only
No extreme content please
3 Weeks
Trophy awarded based on votes
Not an entry...just an example
Not By Chance
Strangers we once were
Fighting the same illness
Isolated and on our own
Uncomfortable stillness
Entering the room
Tears betrayed your eyes
Immediately seeing
Your internal cries
Offering a tissue
We did not even glance
Compassion for another
Not meeting by chance
How much I knew your pain
I felt the same as well
Living in fear of stopping
Existing in our hell
Together in silence
Somehow we both knew
Camaraderie kindled
And quite quickly grew
Discussions over coffee
Instead of our cocktails
Speaking of our lives
Sharing private details
It was a first time for me
As it was for you
Now friends and champions
Seeing each other through
Not an entry
Not By Chance
Strangers we once were
Fighting the same illness
Isolated and on our own
Uncomfortable stillness
Entering the room
Tears betrayed your eyes
Immediately seeing
Your internal cries
Offering a tissue
We did not even glance
Compassion for another
Not meeting by chance
How much I knew your pain
I felt the same as well
Living in fear of stopping
Existing in our hell
Together in silence
Somehow we both knew
Camaraderie kindled
And quite quickly grew
Discussions over coffee
Instead of our cocktails
Speaking of our lives
Sharing private details
It was a first time for me
As it was for you
Now friends and champions
Seeing each other through
Not an entry
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The Storm
Her sails were disheveled and worn, tattered and torn,
As she was headed toward a storm out at sea,
Alone but with the courage of a seafarers lust for life,
Under ominous clouds as far as the eye could see.
At first they were all rough blue waves and sprays,
But quickly they turned to walls overhead and high,
As the raging winds turned everything to blackness,
Followed by lightning in the frightening darkened sky.
She holds steadfast and strong with unwavering calm,
Knowing that all this will blow over into tranquility,
Even as the waters seem endless and relentless,
She has the optimism to eventually attain serenity.
Still she sails through the gales resilient and bold,
Stoic, heroic, eyes forward holding on to the mast,
Looking for the ray of light and hope she can reach,
Knowing deep in her heart that this too shall pass.
The seafarer has a date with fate beyond the vast ocean,
To cross the brine and dine with deities and gods,
But through this, the harshest of tempests she must go,
To conquer all fear so austere and beat all the odds.
The Storm
Her sails were disheveled and worn, tattered and torn,
As she was headed toward a storm out at sea,
Alone but with the courage of a seafarers lust for life,
Under ominous clouds as far as the eye could see.
At first they were all rough blue waves and sprays,
But quickly they turned to walls overhead and high,
As the raging winds turned everything to blackness,
Followed by lightning in the frightening darkened sky.
She holds steadfast and strong with unwavering calm,
Knowing that all this will blow over into tranquility,
Even as the waters seem endless and relentless,
She has the optimism to eventually attain serenity.
Still she sails through the gales resilient and bold,
Stoic, heroic, eyes forward holding on to the mast,
Looking for the ray of light and hope she can reach,
Knowing deep in her heart that this too shall pass.
The seafarer has a date with fate beyond the vast ocean,
To cross the brine and dine with deities and gods,
But through this, the harshest of tempests she must go,
To conquer all fear so austere and beat all the odds.
I am reading this as a beautiful metaphor for some one dear to you that is very strong and resilient. However, even a literal interpretation is nothing short of amazing. Thank you so much for the entry. You have set the bar high! Bless.
BLACK BLIZZARD
With longing I am drawn to the pulse afar
Upon opalescent waters, it spears through my scar
Memories distant as last Spring's petrichor
Reached from the threshold to kill me once more
In the waking dream I envisioned a star
It is you alone in the void of my heart
A lone archway stands at the end of the way
Those amber eyes glistening through the grey
You are the sword and the rope that it cuts
Slumbering in halls that the hours give dust
I pull you from the shelf to avail your words
If only on occasion, as words are a curse
An empty silence is welcoming the night
To take us away from what day had turned blight
With fiction we decide who is strong or weak
As the toil of life grows maddeningly bleak
We seek danger upon ingress
To colour monotony
To cloud the adamantite sky
The storm of our vehemence
Rain of lethe pour over me
That I may forget I'm alive
With longing I am drawn to the pulse afar
Upon opalescent waters, it spears through my scar
Memories distant as last Spring's petrichor
Reached from the threshold to kill me once more
In the waking dream I envisioned a star
It is you alone in the void of my heart
A lone archway stands at the end of the way
Those amber eyes glistening through the grey
You are the sword and the rope that it cuts
Slumbering in halls that the hours give dust
I pull you from the shelf to avail your words
If only on occasion, as words are a curse
An empty silence is welcoming the night
To take us away from what day had turned blight
With fiction we decide who is strong or weak
As the toil of life grows maddeningly bleak
We seek danger upon ingress
To colour monotony
To cloud the adamantite sky
The storm of our vehemence
Rain of lethe pour over me
That I may forget I'm alive
When Life Is a Storm
Life was beginning to blow over and was falling apart.
It is when some higher power was leading me right to
You in the middle of it all. The darkness in your heart
Was outweighed heavily by the storm around you.
You did not want to let anybody in because of all that
You were going through, but I was continuously
Changing your mind. You wanted to give up and flat
Line, but I got you back to living. I got you seriously
Thinking about life again. Darling, it is not always about
The clouds and the storms, but how we get through them
Even on a good day. It was during every single blowout
When you held onto me. I was your constant steady drum.
It was the laugh, the smile, and kind words that you said
Saved you. It was during the rain that you said I was
Your rock. I was your breath of fresh air when you bled
Out all over the floor right below us. It was because
Of the times when life’s storm threw you hard
That I got to truly know you and you became my lucky card.
It is when some higher power was leading me right to
You in the middle of it all. The darkness in your heart
Was outweighed heavily by the storm around you.
You did not want to let anybody in because of all that
You were going through, but I was continuously
Changing your mind. You wanted to give up and flat
Line, but I got you back to living. I got you seriously
Thinking about life again. Darling, it is not always about
The clouds and the storms, but how we get through them
Even on a good day. It was during every single blowout
When you held onto me. I was your constant steady drum.
It was the laugh, the smile, and kind words that you said
Saved you. It was during the rain that you said I was
Your rock. I was your breath of fresh air when you bled
Out all over the floor right below us. It was because
Of the times when life’s storm threw you hard
That I got to truly know you and you became my lucky card.
Written by eswaller
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Tears Of A Broken Soul
My heart ache as you break me away
You walk out on me
Left without having any words to say
My love had expire
Sour like apples
In my feelings
I felt like i'm going to be sick
Tears falling down my face
My heart is broken
This hate I cannot erase
Without even having any words to be spoken
Tears of a broken soul
This pain doesn't seem to subside
With the true emotions you always try to hide
There is nothing left to do
But die from the tears of a broken soul
I thought love suppose to be true
This was all a lie
I thought this was meant to be
Everytime I look in the mirror I see me
You walk out on me
Left without having any words to say
My love had expire
Sour like apples
In my feelings
I felt like i'm going to be sick
Tears falling down my face
My heart is broken
This hate I cannot erase
Without even having any words to be spoken
Tears of a broken soul
This pain doesn't seem to subside
With the true emotions you always try to hide
There is nothing left to do
But die from the tears of a broken soul
I thought love suppose to be true
This was all a lie
I thought this was meant to be
Everytime I look in the mirror I see me
Written by MalcolmJThePoet
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FIRESTORM
Under the your pyrocumulonimbus canopy
I was set aflame by your burning desire
Caught within your powerful torrid hot winds
You sucked away all thoughts of other women
You’re the perfect firestorm
Now burn me to the ground,
You beautiful bitch!
I was set aflame by your burning desire
Caught within your powerful torrid hot winds
You sucked away all thoughts of other women
You’re the perfect firestorm
Now burn me to the ground,
You beautiful bitch!
Written by snugglebuck
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WHERE THE LIGHT COMES IN
Somewhere, there is a tiny opening
where the light comes in
and when you’re groping in the dark
for many years
it’s the only sense that gives you hope
I cannot possibly prove it is there
for in times of confusion
and sensed despair
I doubt even myself of its
existence
an abandoned child
but heaven is full of surprises
that even angels are unprepared
though, under orders, they flock down
to that tiny opening
where the child cowers, foetal, scared
unable to be adult
and then gently one of the angels
turns your eyes to where they guard the place
where the light comes in -
and if that’s what you call ‘grace’
then I’m a believer.
Somewhere, there is a tiny opening
where the light comes in
and when you’re groping in the dark
for many years
it’s the only sense that gives you hope
I cannot possibly prove it is there
for in times of confusion
and sensed despair
I doubt even myself of its
existence
an abandoned child
but heaven is full of surprises
that even angels are unprepared
though, under orders, they flock down
to that tiny opening
where the child cowers, foetal, scared
unable to be adult
and then gently one of the angels
turns your eyes to where they guard the place
where the light comes in -
and if that’s what you call ‘grace’
then I’m a believer.
The Conference Call
I cried into the phone
Cries heard by the many ears
The ears of everyone in the conference call
Who had called the same support line
So we could talk about our parents
Whom alcohol had consumed
And the awful things they did to us
I cried into the phone
And told my story, a story of hurt
And betrayal and mistrust
My eyes dried, my heart lighter
And ears open to hear the next story
A story of a woman and her father
Her father, the devil. The damn devil
Who hurt her in ways unspeakable
I cried into the phone
Tears for her and her lost childhood
Tears of sympathy and hope
Tears of support, tears of shared pain,
She did not cry into the phone
For years she hadn't cried at all.
I cried into the phone
Cries heard by the many ears
The ears of everyone in the conference call
Who had called the same support line
So we could talk about our parents
Whom alcohol had consumed
And the awful things they did to us
I cried into the phone
And told my story, a story of hurt
And betrayal and mistrust
My eyes dried, my heart lighter
And ears open to hear the next story
A story of a woman and her father
Her father, the devil. The damn devil
Who hurt her in ways unspeakable
I cried into the phone
Tears for her and her lost childhood
Tears of sympathy and hope
Tears of support, tears of shared pain,
She did not cry into the phone
For years she hadn't cried at all.
Anonymous
I'm starring at a blizzard
A killer snow storm
I'm beneath the Ice
The rage of the wind
Pounds the ice above
As the snow builds
The sound dies
Then nothing no sound
No light just water
The only hope is to break out
To dig my way into the storm above
A killer snow storm
I'm beneath the Ice
The rage of the wind
Pounds the ice above
As the snow builds
The sound dies
Then nothing no sound
No light just water
The only hope is to break out
To dig my way into the storm above
