Poetry competition CLOSED 15th July 2017 2:58am
WINNER
snugglebuck
snugglebuck
RUNNER-UP:
UbiquitousVoid
Just Write
Anonymous
The End of Being Human
To be a human
Is to have life,
Then they take it away;
They decide when I die.
To be a human
Is to have liberty,
Instead: chains constraint,
I am in captivity.
To be a human
Is to have education,
Made wholly for the elite,
My brain in deflation.
To be a human
Is to have property,
Our land is plunder,
And it's their monopoly.
To be a human
Is to have privacy,
Where have my secrets gone?
They're lost in society.
To be a human
Is to have thought,
They slow my tongue
My lips are taut.
To be a human
Is to have no torture,
They thickly scar bodies,
Fear stuck like mortar.
To be a human
Is to have equality,
They treat her like a sticky filth,
Our system is faulty.
To be a human
Is to have health,
They don't care if we die,
They enjoy hoarded wealth.
To be a human
Is to have safety,
Massacres in backyards,
It's a state of frailty.
'To be a human is to have rights'
Is no longer the trend,
Before long, I can say,
I see the end.
To be a human
Is to have life,
Then they take it away;
They decide when I die.
To be a human
Is to have liberty,
Instead: chains constraint,
I am in captivity.
To be a human
Is to have education,
Made wholly for the elite,
My brain in deflation.
To be a human
Is to have property,
Our land is plunder,
And it's their monopoly.
To be a human
Is to have privacy,
Where have my secrets gone?
They're lost in society.
To be a human
Is to have thought,
They slow my tongue
My lips are taut.
To be a human
Is to have no torture,
They thickly scar bodies,
Fear stuck like mortar.
To be a human
Is to have equality,
They treat her like a sticky filth,
Our system is faulty.
To be a human
Is to have health,
They don't care if we die,
They enjoy hoarded wealth.
To be a human
Is to have safety,
Massacres in backyards,
It's a state of frailty.
'To be a human is to have rights'
Is no longer the trend,
Before long, I can say,
I see the end.
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I'm cold without you
I'm cold without you, I'm warm with you do you understand me boo i want to be there when you hot and cold LIKE a weather man, i want to be your gloves so we can hold hands while we talk and cry what ever we go through my love for you will never die, i want us to be strong like braids but don't cone apart when it get dirty i will be there for you like peanut butter need jelly come together to make a good sandwich like peas and carrots on a plate i want to be there but i can't, i see you getting a whole lot of attention but I ain't tripping i don't trust nobody around my girl on THE low they be sneak dissing, some do some don't this is going to test your loyalty and your love for me I'm going all in others words I'm giving you all of me, don't take my love for granted like some people do class i want you to pay attention like the germans did at the masses BABY just hold ME tight because this is a tough fight society making it seem like its hard to be a MAN when you have losers trying to have sex on the first night, BABY its alright come here i know you been hurt my love can heal that give me a couple of months and you will be floating on my love girl, I'm not talking about sex doing the little things make you happy and that what i like, I'm not going to hold you back i want you to explore as long as your legs don't open to every guy like a car door, BABY i trust you and i want to be with you always BUT baby you can't STAY because i have to give you room TO breathe, EVERY TIME i go to bed I'm cold as long as you alright I'm good remember that its all about you.
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What is the purpose
What is peanut butter without no jelly taste like, how its go down? not very easy you have to drink a half gallon of liquids please believe me, What is love without no show, what is a hood without no ho, these fuck boys started a group called trained to go, I'm trying to love you but what is the purpose baby girl if its going in one ear and out another, i feel I'm wasting my breath its like I'm talking to zombies in other words I'm talking to death, tell me what is purpose of receiving and not giving plus what is the point of deceiving instead of being honest, what is the purpose of telling the truth if you going to tell a lie, tell me some what is the purpose of letting your life past by like a plane in the sky, telling the lord i don't really won't to die young, what is the purpose of a big school if you is not going to go to it, What is the purpose of a community college if you don't want to attend, You should be happy going to school and getting your degree at the end, the way this world is now you need to get something, because these young boys talking stupid saying they trap is jumping, what is the purpose of living wrong go take your little ass home, be glad you get to see another day God is going to make a way, What is the purpose of leaving me for another guy because he got more than I'll do, i still can't believe that i lost you, what is the purpose of loving someone else but you are showing different, HEY, just spit in my face and just call it a day, BE things is not going to change, you is changing on me but i never did shit to you, the ones you need do harm is the ones that left you or the ones that did you wrong, tell me what is the purpose of me still being there and saying that i love you BUT at the end of the day you going to act like i did you wrong, What is the purpose of loving you when you are wrong, for better or for worse, through thick and THIN, when I'm down not when I'm up, tell me what is the purpose.
Written by deepthreat1490
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All Hair
Celebrate versatility, of every ethnicity
Un-marginalise, break social exclusion, transcending illusions
A streaming subject that runs deep
Of chemical appliance, let go of the defiance
Un-tick the boxes, esteeming all, tear down the walls
A part of applauded appearances, let it go, let it be
Yield the root of the matter
Is it about good or bad? Or embracing what you have
With gratitude be glad
Set your own standards and expectations
The representational, be sensational
A headed glory, create your own story
To raise or lay down, finding YOU – be found
Twists, dreads, braids, outer beauty fades
Curly, wavy, straight, close the divide
No preference of side
No greater pick, fine, medium, thick
Long, medium or short, in spite of what is bought
Towards evolution, be your own solution
Of the inner voice, your personal choice
Hair is a journey, whether late or early
Whether young or old, inner value can’t be sold
In the midst of society, establish your priority
Of inner health, let that become your wealth
Accept yourself
Taken chances, of blessed finances
No worse or better, be your own trend setter
There’s every kind of beautiful, un-throne the judge
Unborn fears, traced back through the years
Your personal connotation, comprehend the relation
The way to be true, find your inner you
Of yours, of mine, hair does not define
Of no preference, a walk beyond difference
Inner realisations, natural formations
To tame for fame
Behold victory, realise your history
Un-ravelled vanity, embrace humanity
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©️
Un-marginalise, break social exclusion, transcending illusions
A streaming subject that runs deep
Of chemical appliance, let go of the defiance
Un-tick the boxes, esteeming all, tear down the walls
A part of applauded appearances, let it go, let it be
Yield the root of the matter
Is it about good or bad? Or embracing what you have
With gratitude be glad
Set your own standards and expectations
The representational, be sensational
A headed glory, create your own story
To raise or lay down, finding YOU – be found
Twists, dreads, braids, outer beauty fades
Curly, wavy, straight, close the divide
No preference of side
No greater pick, fine, medium, thick
Long, medium or short, in spite of what is bought
Towards evolution, be your own solution
Of the inner voice, your personal choice
Hair is a journey, whether late or early
Whether young or old, inner value can’t be sold
In the midst of society, establish your priority
Of inner health, let that become your wealth
Accept yourself
Taken chances, of blessed finances
No worse or better, be your own trend setter
There’s every kind of beautiful, un-throne the judge
Unborn fears, traced back through the years
Your personal connotation, comprehend the relation
The way to be true, find your inner you
Of yours, of mine, hair does not define
Of no preference, a walk beyond difference
Inner realisations, natural formations
To tame for fame
Behold victory, realise your history
Un-ravelled vanity, embrace humanity
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©️
Written by geraldinetaylor
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Life Turned Around
Life does a 180 when it turns out
Differently than you expected
And then you begin to doubt
Everything. When you feel rejected,
Lost and like everyone around you
Is saying "No, but nice try" is when
You need to take a step up to
Say "Yes I can." Where you have been
Will not matter as you are going in
A different direction. Nobody should
Judge you based on your every sin
And past mistake. The good
Girl reputation should still be yours
To keep because it is who you are,
No matter what. Even if those doors
Closed, you find that new star
And something you are excited
About. You have to swallow
That bitter pill. You have lighted
And found your own path to follow.
Where it leads? Nobody will know,
Isn't that the mystery? But I am
Not about to ruin, destroy or blow
Opportunities when things slam
Into me super hard and trying
To knock me over because I will
Keep walking. The tears are all drying
Up and this face is ready for the thrill.
Differently than you expected
And then you begin to doubt
Everything. When you feel rejected,
Lost and like everyone around you
Is saying "No, but nice try" is when
You need to take a step up to
Say "Yes I can." Where you have been
Will not matter as you are going in
A different direction. Nobody should
Judge you based on your every sin
And past mistake. The good
Girl reputation should still be yours
To keep because it is who you are,
No matter what. Even if those doors
Closed, you find that new star
And something you are excited
About. You have to swallow
That bitter pill. You have lighted
And found your own path to follow.
Where it leads? Nobody will know,
Isn't that the mystery? But I am
Not about to ruin, destroy or blow
Opportunities when things slam
Into me super hard and trying
To knock me over because I will
Keep walking. The tears are all drying
Up and this face is ready for the thrill.
Written by eswaller
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Consequences
Hey there! Did you see her?
The girl who looks at the ground when she walks, never looks you in the eye-skiddish as hell-wants to blend in, to disappear
Moving rapidly to get to her destination
Knowing her schedule is tight-she feels the invisible collar squeezing her neck, feeling his grip on her brain
Always mindful of the time-knowing she must obey the rules
Knowing well what the consequence will be if she fails to meet his expectations
Hey do you notice how she demmands the receipts?
Time stamped to take home to the asshole-the creep
Hey did you notice how her hands shake when in the presence of a man?
When you said "good morning"-no response-no emotion-face deadpan
She's not an uppity, snotty lil bitch
She means no harm, no blood, no foul
She carries on her back a load heavier than Jesus' cross
Hey did you get a good look at her?
I mean couldn't you see the fat lip under gloss
Faint green around her eye?
Scratches covered by that chocker she wears with the big silver cross?
Anyway, what the fuck ever right? She deserves it-oops her fault right?
She feels the same way -someresponse me I know
I hear her thoughts from where I stand in the shadows watching
"God you and I are straight..Please I can't take anymore-I quit-I give up...Jesus give me strength..Please take me from this misery..Let this be over-the-counter this be the end...I throw in the towel, tap out-he wins"
You know God was too busy-doing whatever it is that God's do
So her wish, her prayer goes unheard-unanswered
Because the line rang busy and she couldn't get through
OMG!! Here he comes down the side walk!!
She rushes right over"What did I do?"
She snatched up by her throat and lifted six inches high
All of this is going on right in front of you!
And you didn't lift a finger to hell-wants when you saw the life fade out her eyes
Why? She may be at peace
But she will haunt you until you are old and gray
And you draw your last breath-and you die
The your essence comes to me-the dark angel, the prince of palities, the fallen one
Forever burned by the fire, tormented by my demons-my minions won't leave you alone
I bet now you wished you'd have ducked around the corner
And called for help from"them boys"from your phone
The girl who looks at the ground when she walks, never looks you in the eye-skiddish as hell-wants to blend in, to disappear
Moving rapidly to get to her destination
Knowing her schedule is tight-she feels the invisible collar squeezing her neck, feeling his grip on her brain
Always mindful of the time-knowing she must obey the rules
Knowing well what the consequence will be if she fails to meet his expectations
Hey do you notice how she demmands the receipts?
Time stamped to take home to the asshole-the creep
Hey did you notice how her hands shake when in the presence of a man?
When you said "good morning"-no response-no emotion-face deadpan
She's not an uppity, snotty lil bitch
She means no harm, no blood, no foul
She carries on her back a load heavier than Jesus' cross
Hey did you get a good look at her?
I mean couldn't you see the fat lip under gloss
Faint green around her eye?
Scratches covered by that chocker she wears with the big silver cross?
Anyway, what the fuck ever right? She deserves it-oops her fault right?
She feels the same way -someresponse me I know
I hear her thoughts from where I stand in the shadows watching
"God you and I are straight..Please I can't take anymore-I quit-I give up...Jesus give me strength..Please take me from this misery..Let this be over-the-counter this be the end...I throw in the towel, tap out-he wins"
You know God was too busy-doing whatever it is that God's do
So her wish, her prayer goes unheard-unanswered
Because the line rang busy and she couldn't get through
OMG!! Here he comes down the side walk!!
She rushes right over"What did I do?"
She snatched up by her throat and lifted six inches high
All of this is going on right in front of you!
And you didn't lift a finger to hell-wants when you saw the life fade out her eyes
Why? She may be at peace
But she will haunt you until you are old and gray
And you draw your last breath-and you die
The your essence comes to me-the dark angel, the prince of palities, the fallen one
Forever burned by the fire, tormented by my demons-my minions won't leave you alone
I bet now you wished you'd have ducked around the corner
And called for help from"them boys"from your phone
Written by Afroqn73
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-Deep in the Forest-
I try to picture myself,
in this position but remain silent
How Do I Stop Accusing My Boyfriend Of Cheating
It's a complicated world
i know in my broken heart it's another girl
i need real picture evidence
So many crazy things so little sense
Secret Drawers Hides my Most Embarrassing Collectibles
Looks aren't everything. Believe me, I'm a model
feeling so nice i just finished the whole whiskey bottle
I promise that I'll change in time
whenever the day he's all mine
feeling so drunk of tragic endings
visualizing leaning uncomfortable
remembering the good times
Written by Trome
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A letter to You
Sometimes you write of darkness
that spills from your fingertips,
As naturally as the prints
marring your hands
As if pain has become more recognizable to you
than your own fingerprints.
You say that you're unlovable.
You say that you're a disappointment.
and god knows the things you tell yourself
that no one ever hears.
And though we are just strangers,
I want to tell you that
You're Wrong.
You may call yourself Destruction,
but there's nothing wrong with rainbowed gasoline.
Without it, those scraps of metal would never find freedom on the concrete.
And truck stops
are a driver's second home.
A place to rest their weary hearts
and find the energy to keep moving forward.
and I know, I know, I know
what's its like when Sadness becomes routine
and your hands keep shaking from the coldness inside you.
I'm not sure if the sun is shining,
But if it isn't
I'll make a canvas of the walls
to try and bring it back.
And I'm sorry if this comes out sounding awkward
(I've never been good at this)
But I guess what I'm trying to say is:
Please.
Please, Don't Disappear.
My ears couldn't handle the silence.
that spills from your fingertips,
As naturally as the prints
marring your hands
As if pain has become more recognizable to you
than your own fingerprints.
You say that you're unlovable.
You say that you're a disappointment.
and god knows the things you tell yourself
that no one ever hears.
And though we are just strangers,
I want to tell you that
You're Wrong.
You may call yourself Destruction,
but there's nothing wrong with rainbowed gasoline.
Without it, those scraps of metal would never find freedom on the concrete.
And truck stops
are a driver's second home.
A place to rest their weary hearts
and find the energy to keep moving forward.
and I know, I know, I know
what's its like when Sadness becomes routine
and your hands keep shaking from the coldness inside you.
I'm not sure if the sun is shining,
But if it isn't
I'll make a canvas of the walls
to try and bring it back.
And I'm sorry if this comes out sounding awkward
(I've never been good at this)
But I guess what I'm trying to say is:
Please.
Please, Don't Disappear.
My ears couldn't handle the silence.
Written by randomMeAndBob
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Whispers
She walks alone in the snow
he walks in her shadow
she dose not stop him
he did not beg
she does not lead
they didn’t pretend
She pulls in her breath
deeply
feelings pushed aside
completely
adjusting her dress ever so
neatly…
He staggers forward
She leans back
He clutches his heart
She touches hers
He whispers goodbye
She whispers
please die ...
Written by Zazzles
(Broomie)
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Pain Just Is
Pain is neither a friend or foe
Pain just is.
Lovers of pain
End up feeling unloved
And those who hate pain
End up hating themselves.
Pain is the expression
Of the friction
Created by humanity
Not being at peace with itself.
Pain is love in a different form
It reminds us how much
We love ourselves
And how much
We love others
Pain is a deep longing
A longing to be whole again
Which is why
When we are cut
We feel pain
And this pain lingers on
Until we heal again.
Pain is not a state of living
Which is why painkillers
Are only temporary
Pain is art
Because art
Is a painful process
It gives the artist
The courage to create great work
Then reminds the artist
That the world has still fallen.
Which is why pain just is
And is not a worthy plea for justice.
Pain is a shared experience
Which we all experience
In our own way
Which is why all people
Have their own level
of pain reaction:
proving once again
that pain is neither
a friend or foe;
Pain Just Is!
Pain is neither a friend or foe
Pain just is.
Lovers of pain
End up feeling unloved
And those who hate pain
End up hating themselves.
Pain is the expression
Of the friction
Created by humanity
Not being at peace with itself.
Pain is love in a different form
It reminds us how much
We love ourselves
And how much
We love others
Pain is a deep longing
A longing to be whole again
Which is why
When we are cut
We feel pain
And this pain lingers on
Until we heal again.
Pain is not a state of living
Which is why painkillers
Are only temporary
Pain is art
Because art
Is a painful process
It gives the artist
The courage to create great work
Then reminds the artist
That the world has still fallen.
Which is why pain just is
And is not a worthy plea for justice.
Pain is a shared experience
Which we all experience
In our own way
Which is why all people
Have their own level
of pain reaction:
proving once again
that pain is neither
a friend or foe;
Pain Just Is!
MIASMA OF AKHLYS
Eternal halls
Gleaming yet despoiled
Rusted gold
Without body
My shadow is infinite
Inside
I am solitary
And all
I saw dead eyes
Dreamt of their life
Solemn appoggiatura
Prolonged the silence
Eternal torpor
Oneirodynia
In chaos
It does not reside
Mine are the miserable
Mine are the despondent
Reticent of their turmoil
With horrid grins
A dust gathers upon my shoulders
Squalid and emaciated
And made thick by corrosive tears
Mire of pain and abandonment
And even more the tribulation
Was to behold me
My children play in the field
Amongst the withered flowers
Tell me, to where they go
Will they know?
Lucid, translucent
Is this the matter of a soul?
I am now the tenebrous one
Mother night, the beguiling
Far from cognizance and light
In the miasma I clothe her
And yet I still cast enough light
To perceive myself in the mirror
That persona that remains obliviscent
And somewhere beneath my gaze
Somewhere past peripheral gate
A winnowing of the seeds I sow
Where will they go?
My flesh
Tightens ever more
Sorrow upon my tongue
The dead eyes see
The whispers are screams
Black hole I
Black hole nigh
It falls over all sides
Even the blind
And the torment never concludes
That still stretches the grin
Closed eye dominion
Give to the brightest sleep
The gift I bring
Of death, precedes
Written by UbiquitousVoid
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