Poetry competition CLOSED 7th June 2017 9:27pm
WINNER
Zazzles (Broomie)
Zazzles (Broomie)
RUNNERS-UP:
flowergirl
and SatansSperm
Poetry or Death
- I should learn (lol)
This epitaph
Written by my hand
That trembles from sorrow not from fear
As my Pen dipps into inky tears
Was worth my own deliverance
Though I am dead man walking
I live
Eternally in the brave hearts of men
Who's thirst for greater self
And sustenance called wisdom
Moved others to take note
They paid with heaving chest the ultimate price
With antimony hiss towards bowed head
While their eyes gazed apon a distant shimmer
Fates horizon glowing freedom for their children
Brought by their fathers genuflect to guillotine
And now I hear the march of men
The hangmans cry now calls for me
Wearing hoods to hide a cowards face
They wait as father prays for my salvation
My salvation though I have already recieved....
And these my last words written before earning my martyrs seat
I leave them with sad eyes and solidarity
I had one great love and her name was poetry
It is for her I die
Not thee
Written by my hand
That trembles from sorrow not from fear
As my Pen dipps into inky tears
Was worth my own deliverance
Though I am dead man walking
I live
Eternally in the brave hearts of men
Who's thirst for greater self
And sustenance called wisdom
Moved others to take note
They paid with heaving chest the ultimate price
With antimony hiss towards bowed head
While their eyes gazed apon a distant shimmer
Fates horizon glowing freedom for their children
Brought by their fathers genuflect to guillotine
And now I hear the march of men
The hangmans cry now calls for me
Wearing hoods to hide a cowards face
They wait as father prays for my salvation
My salvation though I have already recieved....
And these my last words written before earning my martyrs seat
I leave them with sad eyes and solidarity
I had one great love and her name was poetry
It is for her I die
Not thee
[quote-397053-calamitygin]This epitaph
Written by my hand
That trembles from sorrow not from fear
As my Pen dipps into inky tears
Was worth my own deliverance
Though I am dead man walking
I live
Eternally in the brave hearts of men
Who's thirst for greater self
And sustenance called wisdom
Moved others to take note
They paid with heaving chest the ultimate price
With antimony hiss towards bowed head
While their eyes gazed apon a distant shimmer
Fates horizon glowing freedom for their children
Brought by their fathers genuflect to guillotine
And now I hear the march of men
The hangmans cry now calls for me
Wearing hoods to hide a cowards face
They wait as father prays for my salvation
My salvation though I have already recieved....
And these my last words written before earning my martyrs seat
I leave them with sad eyes and solidarity
I had one great love and her name was poetry
It is for her I die
Great write Gin...
Written by my hand
That trembles from sorrow not from fear
As my Pen dipps into inky tears
Was worth my own deliverance
Though I am dead man walking
I live
Eternally in the brave hearts of men
Who's thirst for greater self
And sustenance called wisdom
Moved others to take note
They paid with heaving chest the ultimate price
With antimony hiss towards bowed head
While their eyes gazed apon a distant shimmer
Fates horizon glowing freedom for their children
Brought by their fathers genuflect to guillotine
And now I hear the march of men
The hangmans cry now calls for me
Wearing hoods to hide a cowards face
They wait as father prays for my salvation
My salvation though I have already recieved....
And these my last words written before earning my martyrs seat
I leave them with sad eyes and solidarity
I had one great love and her name was poetry
It is for her I die
Great write Gin...
Zazzles said:[quote-397053-calamitygin]This epitaph
Written by my hand
That trembles from sorrow not from fear
As my Pen dipps into inky tears
Was worth my own deliverance
Though I am dead man walking
I live
Eternally in the brave hearts of men
Who's thirst for greater self
And sustenance called wisdom
Moved others to take note
They paid with heaving chest the ultimate price
With antimony hiss towards bowed head
While their eyes gazed apon a distant shimmer
Fates horizon glowing freedom for their children
Brought by their fathers genuflect to guillotine
And now I hear the march of men
The hangmans cry now calls for me
Wearing hoods to hide a cowards face
They wait as father prays for my salvation
My salvation though I have already recieved....
And these my last words written before earning my martyrs seat
I leave them with sad eyes and solidarity
I had one great love and her name was poetry
It is for her I die
Great write Gin...
Thanks very much sweetie
Written by my hand
That trembles from sorrow not from fear
As my Pen dipps into inky tears
Was worth my own deliverance
Though I am dead man walking
I live
Eternally in the brave hearts of men
Who's thirst for greater self
And sustenance called wisdom
Moved others to take note
They paid with heaving chest the ultimate price
With antimony hiss towards bowed head
While their eyes gazed apon a distant shimmer
Fates horizon glowing freedom for their children
Brought by their fathers genuflect to guillotine
And now I hear the march of men
The hangmans cry now calls for me
Wearing hoods to hide a cowards face
They wait as father prays for my salvation
My salvation though I have already recieved....
And these my last words written before earning my martyrs seat
I leave them with sad eyes and solidarity
I had one great love and her name was poetry
It is for her I die
Great write Gin...
Thanks very much sweetie
Anonymous
-A somewhat poetic letter to a dick-
Dear Dicktator,
Lend me your ear,
bugger me gently on this piece, indulge me.
I was the guy always going against the grain,
I walked backwards in the tree of life,
people could never read my eyes,
some say that I'm wise.
Anyways,
I fear nothing.
That's why my friends call me "fearless."
Whether or not this is poetry can be debated until the cows come home.
On thing is for sure funny bone...
you can't have your steak and eat it, too.
Well, cake maybe, but not steak.
So if you want to bake me in an oven or put me on the rack or hide me inside an Iron Maiden, go ahead and do it.
I can't stop you....you're the Dicktator!
Whatever knocks your socks off, go ahead get jiggy with me...but....just remember one thing--
without poetry, you'd have no reason to hate.
Don't be a dick, get rid of the hate.
Don't jive with me...
keep the poetry & them crazy poets alive!
As a matter-of-fact...
bring on some hardcore self-love---
Masturbate. Relate. Conjugate, then raise the tax rate, that'll make you happier!
Become a lover undercover...Deal?
Dear Dicktator,
Lend me your ear,
bugger me gently on this piece, indulge me.
I was the guy always going against the grain,
I walked backwards in the tree of life,
people could never read my eyes,
some say that I'm wise.
Anyways,
I fear nothing.
That's why my friends call me "fearless."
Whether or not this is poetry can be debated until the cows come home.
On thing is for sure funny bone...
you can't have your steak and eat it, too.
Well, cake maybe, but not steak.
So if you want to bake me in an oven or put me on the rack or hide me inside an Iron Maiden, go ahead and do it.
I can't stop you....you're the Dicktator!
Whatever knocks your socks off, go ahead get jiggy with me...but....just remember one thing--
without poetry, you'd have no reason to hate.
Don't be a dick, get rid of the hate.
Don't jive with me...
keep the poetry & them crazy poets alive!
As a matter-of-fact...
bring on some hardcore self-love---
Masturbate. Relate. Conjugate, then raise the tax rate, that'll make you happier!
Become a lover undercover...Deal?
Primitivity
“The primitive man strived on Survival of the Fittest”
a thought drags our mind
back into an early era
where people lived purely to survive
the compassion thrived in us now
may not have been flourished
in that furious creature
or maybe he was more sensitive than
the people of this century
but there is an ideal to convince ourselves,
we have evolved from the stone age to a modern age
we boast about ourselves as civilised
we eat cooked meals, we smell good and
we have inventions to lift our pride over the moon and the stars
we don’t hunt,
we don’t live in caves
we don’t live like animals
everything in the visual to the human eye
scream this revelation
now bring your irides to the centre
through the point of your nose
blur the reality and look beyond
Do you see the Corporate Jungle?
one hunt a client, the fittest get the credit
cunning gets the bonus and the money runs the show
lioness hunts and the lion comes and eats
jackals wait to feed on leftovers
pampering the king to put on the lion’s coat
vultures shoot out of nowhere and steal the rabbits
and a tree grow slowly
not moving, growing in the same place
watching the dramas, the humour and
the traumas of the denying world
sheltering both the innocence and the violence
live to tell the tale
like I did
like a poet
as a poet
you can cut me down and burn me to ashes
but my seeds will grow to shelter other lives
until one becomes you...
~
Written by dejure
(vick)
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I have read all the entries now twice - some amazing poems here, makes the decision a hard one - thank you all for taking the time, energy and for your emotional input - I am going in for one more read. I will announce the winner later :-)
Wow i have tears! Thank you David I really embraced this comp, it was an excellent idea and i had a great time crafting this poem , as we all know with 6 edits LOL Congrats to Flowergirl and SatansSperm and to everyone who entered, it was a nice turn out, great comp Dave!
*races around in circles, squealing for joy at the results...*
Omgosh I'm so proud for the winners, cup-winner Zazzles (I KNEW it!), Flowergirl and SatansSperm, a triple crown by our host... a terrific competition, David! And of course everyone participating was a winner with all the fine entries!
Omgosh I'm so proud for the winners, cup-winner Zazzles (I KNEW it!), Flowergirl and SatansSperm, a triple crown by our host... a terrific competition, David! And of course everyone participating was a winner with all the fine entries!
Thank you David for an awesome comp.....this was super fun!! Congrats to Zazzles for a great winning ink.......I'm very honored to be runner up beside the very talented SatanSperm......congrats to you as well my friend......tipping my pen in respect to all who entered their amazing writes......wishing you a great day......purple luv & hugs xo :)
