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DarkPandorasKnight
Twisted Dreamer
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Poetry Contest

Perhaps it gets annoying to be boxed into a corner with competition prerequisites. Here, just write something, anything. I'll put it up to vote!
Alright, so, the rules are as follows;

~~Competitors!~~
-  Fair fighting, one entry per person
-  No stylistic preferences, word counts, rhymes or anything needed, write what suits you best
-  If you write it sexy, let us know before we read so no one gets surprised
-  Have fun!

~~Voters!~~
-  Choose the one that impacted you most; whether it was funny or sad or hot or angry, which one got you feeling something?
-  Try to read all of them to get an even spread of the jewels on offer!

This competition will be going one month from the 15/06/2017 (Australian dates, sorry guys)

snugglebuck
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 3rd Feb 2014
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Metathesiophobia

Under the theory of
‘A slippery slope’
There is no remedy
There is no hope

Where new ideas
An innovations
Will trigger our destruction
Causing mass extermination

These never ending probables
Of apocalyptic hypotheticals
That will cause dire results
Are beyond comical

Our frustration is perpetuated
As ideas are smothered by paranoia
And solutions are vetoed
By mongers of metathesiophobia

Enough!




This poem was inspired by my experience as president of my housing cooperative.  Most of my fellow members are wonderful.   But recent experiences with naysayers who consistently shoot down new ideas, has been depressing to say the least.  There is actually a term for these cynics’ attitude, it’s called metathesiophobia.  And I’m up to my eyeballs in it.


poet Anonymous

>I Get Confused When There Aren't Any Rules Because That's Anarchy<

I've never gotten boxed in by any competition...then again, I've only been in a few.
But in fact, I thought that was always the rules...enter in the contest & just write something following the attached rules.
Simple instructions that a monkey could follow.  But, I'm not a simian...I'm human. Focus.
Of course the subject matter changes quite a lot, but the rules always apply to whatever it is--
It's rather easy---follow the rules & you might win a prize.  But at what cost?
Win what prize you might ask!
And why put it to a vote?
Look what happened in America.
In Germany, too!
Fuck that...I'm not leaving the chance to win a trophy up to voters who don't know my platform or me
or the reason I'm even running for office.
Oh shit, I'm onto multiple subjects now.
See that, create a competition without rules & it confuses the fuck out of blokes like me.
If I win, just give my winning trophy to modern science or to the runner-up...they're not confused.  Probably.

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yiyi
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 25th Apr 2013
Forum Posts: 563

werbepause ~ {xvii}

i planted my soles
in the turbulent blue
of waters too deep
to cross with my pockets
weighed down
by skipping stones
& nightshade petals ~
... the anchors were there
in nothing but name
for the suckling tide
ripping its due from sand
& skin & the hem
of my waterlogged skirt ...
*
i sought her,
the ghost of her voice
beckoning from the rocks,
the burned edges of
ragged dress &
broken limbs, sleeping
in the eroded hollows
echoing echoing echoing
her maudlin madness
like a lover's invitation
//

Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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A collection of writes:

Quatrain

I wish I was a butterfly


Walking in the park today
Among the bright red blooms
The colours so bright and gay
Emanating nature’s perfume    

Floating by, a butterfly
Fly and rested on the ground
I wish I had wings so fluttery
To fly around the world

For free it is to travel
To worlds magical and enchanted
No tears or sighs, never fearful
Loving, living life so pleasant.

Free Prose

Lamentations of self


I hear the music play again tonight. The melody and the lyrics like little pins and needles, they prick into my soul. Like tentacles they creep sinuously into my heart, breaks it and then minced it into little tiny mewls of pain. The words they reached into my depth and rip off any semblance of peace.
For with this song I remember you. Your eyes looking deep into mine, brown flecked with gold,  they sparkled.
You coming into my life was a boon, a balm to a hurt soul that had just recovered from the deceit and bed of lies from another. How I prayed for one who would hold out a hand and help me up from that crib of thorns, so painful to lie on but lie I did. For what choice did I have; nowhere to go, nowhere to run. Until at last, a night of sorrow pain and humiliation gave me no choice but to leave. That night when I left; I never looked back and for years I did not, until you. My love my life, but that was then wasn’t it; time when I was loved and needed by you. Wanted and lusted upon.
You were my knight on a long haul truck, we lived in our castle in the woods, playing King and Queen of love loving and salving past pain.
Until she came, your ex-sister in law…she sashayed into the room showing her beauty in her swan-like neck and the moves of a ballerina. In the living room of our house during the first time, your eyes never left her. For beauty she was, as beautiful as the morning sun…so bright so gold….so young. And I so brown, a child of the faraway sun, the sand my home the sea my life-canvas.
You were lost then. In a week of her arrival, she took my place in your arms. In a two weeks my bed, until one day I just walked out into the wilderness of life again. I could not force you to love me….I could not pick up the pieces of my broken heart. But I carry this song with me. Every time it plays, my heart’s stigmata bleed.

Haiku

A morning song

Mountain reflecting sun rays
The east in strength grows
The lyre sings
Written by Grace (IDryad)
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wallyroo92
Tyrant of Words
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Floods

It’d been raining for days,
Nonstop,
A deluge of epic proportions,
It was night when we heard
That the dam broke,
But in the darkness, there was no escaping it.
Suddenly waves and walls of muddy water
Covered the landscapes and fields,
Like monsters attacking in a dream.
The only thing I could do was run for the hills,
Hoping I could outrun the water’s rage,
But everywhere I ran it surrounded me
Death veiled in a liquid dark form.

Oh father of mine, I feel forsaken,
I’m being chased by nature’s fury
Without fault or prejudice,
Tell my mother that I tried…


I reached higher ground
But the soil would give way to the currents,
Following the fastest and easiest route,
And so I kept heading up into the hills,
With all the strength I could muster,
But the water was faster
Until at times it carried me,
Weakening me.

Oh mother of mine,
If you could hear me now,
Relay this message,
Save my sisters
So that they may survive this horrible ordeal.


I was able to reach the foothills,
Beaten and battered by the water’s edge,
Crawling up the rocks and up the hills
That overlooked the city.
And then I saw the lights all over town,
Shutting down as the waters took a path,
People running for their lives
In the dark and great distance,
Hopeless against nature’s wrath.

Oh sisters of mine will you wake up,
And take your children and head for the hills,
The waters are relentless and will not stop,
Not for man, woman or child,
Not for a prayer if you keep still.


I stood at the top of that mountain,
Watching the destruction take its toll,
And with tears at the thought of being left alone,
Then I knew my children were in the course.

Oh wife of mine, soulmate, lover,
Won’t you heed my call through this prayer,
Hear the sirens resonating in the distance,
Damn this horrible dream I can’t wake up,
The dam has broken and the river overflowed,
Run for the hills and save our children,
The floods are upon us all.


Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
United States 154awards
Joined 9th Nov 2015
Forum Posts: 5134

Is there a category for Lonesome?

For all those thousand years untold
And then before me you were born,

I didn't turn round in my bliss
Of nonexistence's hidden mist.

I wasn't wary of your soul
I was too young, you were too old.

A starter's pistol called the shot
Not giving me a second thought,

Unspooling me as childhood passed,
Kept back now further than the last.

I crawled then walked then ran to see
Unraveled, curious of me.

With so much time between our lives
Still innocent when I arrived,

But that was why I said it first
As if I'd read a line of verse.

Though I had sent my hope declared
Not knowing you had been aware,

Which made an even better thrill
Though you were processing it still.

And then began the start of us,
A courtship followed your prenup

Which means the terms that you set forth
In case the hardships went due north.

As feverishly done as gifts,
The 'ku's, the sonnets flew like swifts,

While often when the laughter came
It seemed we'd always feel the same.

But neither of us blithely is
A light of heart in lover's quiz.

To try and cross a bridge of height
And sit at either end to write,

While ether ferry's words alone
Not often finding us at home.
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
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sankara
Lost Thinker
Joined 24th Feb 2017
Forum Posts: 12

Dreams shatter like glass

I
Eons since i’ve heard your name
Im trembling ...
The power to make me shudder, it has yet to relinquish
Your name’s a storm
Murmured like thunder echoed in a rainy night
Strikes me like lightning
Tingling traversing my body in a wave of torment
The smell of my singed flesh intoxicating me
The bittersweet taste of lament tiptoes across my tongue
Tears overshadowed by million plummeting droplets
shed by the clouds hovering above
The sky mourns with me tonight
Moonlight attempts to lull me to slumber
To have me waltz with dreams
on a sun kissed river
Heading nowhere
I resist, the way men resists all but desire and lust
temptation has never won over me
 
II
I awake under a kaleidoscopic glass ceiling
That somehow reminds me of your eyes
I’m walking on air, swimming through forests
In this dazzling world
Where ravens and crows stride through oceans
And whales fly within the untrespassed sanctity of
This rainbow tinted sky
And I find myself soaring backwards on silver-tipped wings
Made of supple, snow color clouds
Down through your ivory skin that parts open
like a silk stream
A myriad of color blinds me a moment
The parade marches on buildings flowing sideways
A psychedelic scene,
reality seems flimsy
Expanding and contracting at random
Butterflies with stunning polychromatic wings
Drink from the beautiful blue pedals
Of a serene sakura tree
Baby angels with wings of laughter
Bound up and down cheering to
The melody of  galloping seahorses
Im whistling along with trees
Flowing through your blood vessels  
I regale in the wise tales of lustrous paintings
I dance with a samurai adorned in liquid armor
To the bustling beat of a frog's trumpet
A succulent aroma entices me, in an instant
Im caressed by the vines of magenta flowers
twirling , spraying their petals that seem
To change colors in the warm, singing wind
I unravel myself, and swiftly mount atop
An elegant elephant with exquisitely long, thin legs
Brazenly defying the golden bonds of gravity's kiss
Trodding upon the air itself, diligently forward
We're approaching your heart, mine beats faster
My hearts a drum and the parade is stomping along
 
III
I run up empty foothills
Faster than sound
I’ve left my body
Too slow
Soul speeding
Towards your essence
Wind howling
Strips my wings
Of its clouded feathers
I’m Arriving
Time slows, my existence is being sucked
Into the black hole where your heart should be
Space distorts, we’re swirling into it
The parade’s a tornado of pulsating color
I catch the twisted smile of a small angel
Grappling with the translucent samurai
Melting into each other they’re metamorphosing                         
Crumbling in space as time erratically fluctuates
We’re packed
into a                                                                   
Singularity
 
IV
Suddenly i’m soaring downwards again through
Clouds and soft rays of sunlight
There below I see you
I’m falling into your lips
Upon contact I shatter like glass into
little shards reflecting turquoise tinted light
I’m awake, truly awake now
The firmness of my mattress affirms that
The humm of the flickering fluorescent light
Illuminates the dull chamber in which i reside
The wind is still howling against my window
The pitter patter of rain upon my rooftop
Paints a dissonant melody
I stare at the moon, muddled by my dripping window
I slip back into the embrace of my sheets
And let the nights sweet lullaby
Hush me back
To the dreamland
Where I can fall into you once more
Written by sankara
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archetype23
Tyrant of Words
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deception of perception

One may perceive a deadly disease
as a cool breeze eases through
the leaves of the trees
One man might experience a giddy joy
not felt since he was a little boy
watching moonbeams gleam off the blood on the blade
of his favorite childhood toy
A person may witness a twisted face
embedded within the gnarled knots and veins
of a stained piece of wood
while another seeks out a piece of pure pine
to see embedded in a blood-stained face
All kinds of minds make up the human race
Nothing is real, nothing is true
except for every individual's point of view
all scattered like stars across oblivion
making up this weird world we're all living in
Each shining in the distance of our isolated existence
Each helping us to see and helping us to escape
and to shape our own version of reality
Written by archetype23
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David_Macleod
14397816
Tyrant of Words
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Frustration

Do you ever
Feel that welling up,
That feeling of being
pressed down on
your shoulders,
that strange knot
in the pit of your stomach

do you ever
feel the need
to ring your hands
or frantically, uneasily
stroke your hair
like it might
suddenly fall out
but it doesn’t

do you ever
stare out  the window,
looking at nothing
for hours, that feel
like minutes or seconds
or rock in a rocking chair
you don’t even posses.
Emotion in motion
Involuntary movements

do you ever
feel the darkness
of a lit room
or feel your own death
creep up on you
without batting an eye
or feeling fearful,
not caring if death
comes calling, today

do you ever
feel that your emotions
have no basis in logic,
no rhyme or reason
you start to get angry
or annoyed with self,
feeling so strange,
for not being normal,
not feeling normal

Today I burst into
floods of tears, such like
I thought they’d never stop.
When they did stop
I couldn’t, for the life of me,
Work out the reason why
Frustration can be
really frustrating
Do you ever feel that

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