Poetry competition CLOSED 5th May 2017 6:25pm
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Anonymous
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A Soul Nourishing Bone Broth
Carpe_Noctem
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Tyrant of Words
8
Joined 3rd Mar 2013Forum Posts: 2915
Poetry Contest Description
simple
What is it about the smell of cookies baking. Watching the dogs chase each each other through autumn leaves. Taking a stroll on the first morning dew of spring. The sound of rain on a corrugated roof, or thatch if that weaves you. Perhaps its dozing by the beach with fishing pole in hand, as the sun dances or fades.
Where does your soul go to recharge?
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Where does your soul go to recharge?
One coupon (poem) per entrant
Anonymous
Related submission no longer exists.
The Lake District - my spiritual home.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/265527-an-open-letter-to-wordsworth/
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/265527-an-open-letter-to-wordsworth/
Carpe_Noctem
Forum Posts: 2915
Tyrant of Words
8
Joined 3rd Mar 2013Forum Posts: 2915
Thankyou for kicking things off Missy
calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
Forum Posts: 2047
Jennifer Michael McCurry
Tyrant of Words
28
Joined 22nd June 2015Forum Posts: 2047
Harvest
Take my body
Offered like Manna
As you suckle the pink sweet
Slick with our delicate effects
Until you find nourishment
As your hungry gaze studies my Imperfections
Finding them more than fond familiar
They might become beautiful bounty
Where you harvest pleasure
Laid into my flesh
With uncommon heat
Now Rizing to your sun
Take my body
Offered like Manna
As you suckle the pink sweet
Slick with our delicate effects
Until you find nourishment
As your hungry gaze studies my Imperfections
Finding them more than fond familiar
They might become beautiful bounty
Where you harvest pleasure
Laid into my flesh
With uncommon heat
Now Rizing to your sun
dustyjjewels
Forum Posts: 241
Fire of Insight
15
Joined 24th Nov 2011Forum Posts: 241
Quietude Of The Night
When the day has worn me out
And my shine is void of light
I wait for darkness to rule
Draw strength from the starry night
Body,mind and soul reunites
I'm back to one good piece
In a nocturnal romance with mother nature
Enjoying her passionate kiss
Re-invigorated and deeply inspired
By the nightly creature's song
Pacified from deep within
A peace that heals all wrong
Once again I'm encouraged
To move on and to try
For the hopelessness of the day
Are nothing but mere lies
When the day has worn me out
And my shine is void of light
I wait for darkness to rule
Draw strength from the starry night
Body,mind and soul reunites
I'm back to one good piece
In a nocturnal romance with mother nature
Enjoying her passionate kiss
Re-invigorated and deeply inspired
By the nightly creature's song
Pacified from deep within
A peace that heals all wrong
Once again I'm encouraged
To move on and to try
For the hopelessness of the day
Are nothing but mere lies
gardenlover
Forum Posts: 625
Fire of Insight
23
Joined 19th Aug 2012 Forum Posts: 625
Relax and Enjoy
Life's tribulations take their toll
Where can I go to cleanse my sole
My garden is an escape
Flowers enhance the landscape
Vegetables and fruit fresh to eat
Their flavour is hard to beat
The countryside is full of birds
Plumage beauty beyond words
Hills and woods set the scene
In summer a patchwork of green
The sandy shore a place to enjoy
Sunbathe nude, I'm not coy
Swim in the sea if it is warm
Careful to avoid the storm
In winter when it's cold
Indoor persuits to behold
Bach's music,the soul to cleanse
Conversation with all my friends
Better still retreat to bed
A good book to be read
If I'me lucky I can spend
A naked night with my friend
Life's tribulations take their toll
Where can I go to cleanse my sole
My garden is an escape
Flowers enhance the landscape
Vegetables and fruit fresh to eat
Their flavour is hard to beat
The countryside is full of birds
Plumage beauty beyond words
Hills and woods set the scene
In summer a patchwork of green
The sandy shore a place to enjoy
Sunbathe nude, I'm not coy
Swim in the sea if it is warm
Careful to avoid the storm
In winter when it's cold
Indoor persuits to behold
Bach's music,the soul to cleanse
Conversation with all my friends
Better still retreat to bed
A good book to be read
If I'me lucky I can spend
A naked night with my friend
Grace
IDryad
Forum Posts: 16214
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
122
Joined 25th Aug 2011Forum Posts: 16214
Water lily
Above the rippling water
pale pink flowers spread
like hands in supplication
to whatever existing gods
of the created creations
Above the muddy beds
Poking out a pretty head
face towards the sun
Basking in its warmth
The water lily
Just like me.
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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mel44
Melgar
Forum Posts: 313
Melgar
Fire of Insight
9
Joined 3rd Mar 2017Forum Posts: 313
Where I Am Home
A smell of sea salt animates
Childhood memories, my mind translates
My soul’s abode, patiently awaits
A sense of comfort the air creates
Rhythm of waves, crashing onshore
Sand beneath feet, my toes explore
Chill of seawater, emotion’s vigour
Mist of the ocean, my thoughts restore
The sun kisses the horizon
Wishing to forestall
Childhood memories, my mind translates
My soul’s abode, patiently awaits
A sense of comfort the air creates
Rhythm of waves, crashing onshore
Sand beneath feet, my toes explore
Chill of seawater, emotion’s vigour
Mist of the ocean, my thoughts restore
The sun kisses the horizon
Wishing to forestall
Written by mel44
(Melgar)
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wallyroo92
Forum Posts: 1806
Tyrant of Words
148
Joined 11th July 2012Forum Posts: 1806
Whenever the Spirit Moves Me
Whenever the spirit moves me,
In an instant, at the drop of a hat,
I’ll feel flow of words pouring down on me,
By the simple things that happen, (snap!) just like that.
The smile of child, especially an infant,
The sight of a couple staring at each other at the park,
When I hear the sincere laughter especially of my children,
Or the sound of my lover’s voice calling me in the dark.
I have no place or time or space or prime,
Whenever the spirit moves me to write,
I just know I have the capture the words,
I have to freeze the moment and seize it right.
I’ve been in the middle of storms and found them beautiful,
I’ve been in a hell of hail of bullets and the sound is paralyzing,
I’ve been in crowded rooms all around and felt so lonesome,
But when the spirit moves me the mood is very surprising.
For hours I’ve stared at the lines on a page or a pulsing cursor,
And been so unproductive or unsuccessful to find the words,
But I’ve been in the middle of a traffic jam or a long boring meeting,
And felt a verse disperse through my soul flying like little birds.
And it’s there, wherever I am that I begin to repeat the words aloud,
In a cloud of thoughts beginning to form a storm of rhymes,
And the lines seem to write themselves like little magic spells,
Writing candidly and honestly about both, the good and bad times.
But if I have to pick a place that’s best for me to nest and compose,
It’ll be the side of my bed in the morning before the thought eludes me,
Especially in the middle of the night, when I know I have to write it right,
Especially if it gets me in the mood whenever the spirit moves me.[/i]
Whenever the spirit moves me,
In an instant, at the drop of a hat,
I’ll feel flow of words pouring down on me,
By the simple things that happen, (snap!) just like that.
The smile of child, especially an infant,
The sight of a couple staring at each other at the park,
When I hear the sincere laughter especially of my children,
Or the sound of my lover’s voice calling me in the dark.
I have no place or time or space or prime,
Whenever the spirit moves me to write,
I just know I have the capture the words,
I have to freeze the moment and seize it right.
I’ve been in the middle of storms and found them beautiful,
I’ve been in a hell of hail of bullets and the sound is paralyzing,
I’ve been in crowded rooms all around and felt so lonesome,
But when the spirit moves me the mood is very surprising.
For hours I’ve stared at the lines on a page or a pulsing cursor,
And been so unproductive or unsuccessful to find the words,
But I’ve been in the middle of a traffic jam or a long boring meeting,
And felt a verse disperse through my soul flying like little birds.
And it’s there, wherever I am that I begin to repeat the words aloud,
In a cloud of thoughts beginning to form a storm of rhymes,
And the lines seem to write themselves like little magic spells,
Writing candidly and honestly about both, the good and bad times.
But if I have to pick a place that’s best for me to nest and compose,
It’ll be the side of my bed in the morning before the thought eludes me,
Especially in the middle of the night, when I know I have to write it right,
Especially if it gets me in the mood whenever the spirit moves me.[/i]
usernames_r_lame
Forum Posts: 46
Twisted Dreamer
2
Joined 20th Nov 2016Forum Posts: 46
Something Good
I imagine long roads
long days
cartwheeling into nights like your sisters shoelaces when she tripped down the stairs
sunsets across the lake while I drive home on those summer nights
listening to acoustic guitar riffs and my engine stalling;
I imagine driving everywhere any where and no where, and with you too
if you're down for the adventure
bring an instrument in case
maybe we'll make something in between bug bites and bonfire scent
and maybe it will be good this time
yes, something good...
in the midst of our little state
I imagine long roads
long days
cartwheeling into nights like your sisters shoelaces when she tripped down the stairs
sunsets across the lake while I drive home on those summer nights
listening to acoustic guitar riffs and my engine stalling;
I imagine driving everywhere any where and no where, and with you too
if you're down for the adventure
bring an instrument in case
maybe we'll make something in between bug bites and bonfire scent
and maybe it will be good this time
yes, something good...
in the midst of our little state
Carpe_Noctem
Forum Posts: 2915
Tyrant of Words
8
Joined 3rd Mar 2013Forum Posts: 2915
Congratulations Missy, sounds quite serene the lake district, gods country.. Or is that Britain in general.
Thank you all that entered
Thank you all that entered
Anonymous
Hey, thanks Carpe. I needed this little nod.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Anonymous
well done, Missy :)