Poetry competition CLOSED 11th August 2017 2:58pm
WINNER
JohnFeddeler
JohnFeddeler
RUNNERS-UP:
LobodeSanPedro
and David_Macleod
lingering
BUT ONLY I
I speak not of your name
For you haven't got any
I took a thousand pictures
But none with you in it
For you are a being
...That hadn't seen the light of day
Nor the dark of the moonless sky
...That never showered in the rain
Nor baked under the scorching heat of the sun
Flowers in bloom
Its scent to you unknown
Sweet heavenly goodness of chocolates
Not a taste bit your palate
For you have chosen another path
Besides living...
Against existing...
Out of my reach...
Beyond anyone, everyone..
Not even to none.
But only I
Would never stop feeling
The warmth of your presence
The fragrance of your essence
Not even a thombstone was built
To remember you by
But I shall forget not
The time when your heart
Echoes the beat of mine
From within the pit of my being
My baby,
The invisible part of me...
I am with you
Even now when you are gone
Never to be seen nor touched
Still and until
Life is no more here
And all ceased
No one would care nor give a damn
Who you were and still are
But only I
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Written by OxyMoronicMe
(G.L.)
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Little Istanbul
He kissed her with such intensity that she was certain he tried to climb inside her heart as his walls fell around beneath the both of them.
Literally, he took her breath away as she felt her heartbeat racing, wondering, about the lovely creature that held her head in his hands.
Who knew that a kiss could ever be soul searing in the heat of an early December morning as the early morning rays of the sun blazed upon us.
That kiss would be their last as she bid him farewell on a journey that changed their lives, forever. The summer rain masked her tears as they turned in opposite directions, and went their own ways.
Sometimes, the earth ceases to spin upon its axis when the balance has been lost.
Berlin wasn't renowned just for communism.
Literally, he took her breath away as she felt her heartbeat racing, wondering, about the lovely creature that held her head in his hands.
Who knew that a kiss could ever be soul searing in the heat of an early December morning as the early morning rays of the sun blazed upon us.
That kiss would be their last as she bid him farewell on a journey that changed their lives, forever. The summer rain masked her tears as they turned in opposite directions, and went their own ways.
Sometimes, the earth ceases to spin upon its axis when the balance has been lost.
Berlin wasn't renowned just for communism.
Written by shadow_starzzz
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Now and Then
He was Loved
picking wild flowers
for his lovely lass
tears of happiness
in his eyes
a single teardrop
on a flower petal
I am loved
he thought, smiling
he felt her arms
around his waist
he choked in happiness
I'm loved.
*Love*
Walking Away
he watched her leave
suitcase in her hands
a slight smile reflected
in her eyes
not touching her
although she was so near
love wiped from her face
she was so detached
the sound of the car
diminished and then, silence
he stared into the distance
sorting out his confusions
words spoken promises broken
hearts shattered tears fallen
left him swimming in Alone
round and round...
*heartbreak*
picking wild flowers
for his lovely lass
tears of happiness
in his eyes
a single teardrop
on a flower petal
I am loved
he thought, smiling
he felt her arms
around his waist
he choked in happiness
I'm loved.
*Love*
Walking Away
he watched her leave
suitcase in her hands
a slight smile reflected
in her eyes
not touching her
although she was so near
love wiped from her face
she was so detached
the sound of the car
diminished and then, silence
he stared into the distance
sorting out his confusions
words spoken promises broken
hearts shattered tears fallen
left him swimming in Alone
round and round...
*heartbreak*
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Who Me?
Fat ass?
You don’t even know me
Mr. convertable beemer-man
I’m just delivering
Getting my job done
Crossing the street
Were you trying to run me down?
Am I too pedestrian for SF streets?
And you’re calling me fat-ass
Is it because I flipped you off?
Please see the inaccuracy in your statement
Fat belly, yes
I’ll own that
But upon closer scrutiny you’ll observe
I have no ass!
It’s flat back there
Hence the droopy drawers
All I ask for is truth
Lo these 20+ years
Why do I hold onto such a banal criticism?
Of all things
Why should I give a damn?
Was there a grain of veracity in your words?
Perhaps it’s a good thing
Maybe a slendering inspiration
And I’ve never been called worse
You’re forgiven my haughty tormentor
I’m letting this one go
Fat ass?
You don’t even know me
Mr. convertable beemer-man
I’m just delivering
Getting my job done
Crossing the street
Were you trying to run me down?
Am I too pedestrian for SF streets?
And you’re calling me fat-ass
Is it because I flipped you off?
Please see the inaccuracy in your statement
Fat belly, yes
I’ll own that
But upon closer scrutiny you’ll observe
I have no ass!
It’s flat back there
Hence the droopy drawers
All I ask for is truth
Lo these 20+ years
Why do I hold onto such a banal criticism?
Of all things
Why should I give a damn?
Was there a grain of veracity in your words?
Perhaps it’s a good thing
Maybe a slendering inspiration
And I’ve never been called worse
You’re forgiven my haughty tormentor
I’m letting this one go
Lingering
Cold...numb, bitterness clogs my system as I gazed through life with stains from my past wandering through my mind. I'm always reminded of how FUCKED UP people are, constant disappointments that kills me slowly on the inside. As I breathed deeply into my shirt in attempt to quell the burning sensation in my heart...tears flooded my face anger stirs my spirit. As I drift reenacting my most shameful but hurtful deeds, the sacrifices I make but yet still I'm struggling, struggling to keep and stay afloat...my mind is like a tangled thread with no ends insanity is near! As I feel light headed the voices in my head had a million questions and I could only grasp only a few
" Are you sure your sane?"..." Is reality a mere dream with an audience watching your brain activity on a wide screen"..." will you always feel like this?"...
My body twitches as I unscramble the other voices and I caught up with myself whilst looking around to only realize I am on the border of sanity and insanity because that's what pain buried and covered with fake smiles and laughter does to a person.
" Are you sure your sane?"..." Is reality a mere dream with an audience watching your brain activity on a wide screen"..." will you always feel like this?"...
My body twitches as I unscramble the other voices and I caught up with myself whilst looking around to only realize I am on the border of sanity and insanity because that's what pain buried and covered with fake smiles and laughter does to a person.
Written by ThaSeductress
(Daii_Cevyn_Belladon)
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becoming your job
it was time to leave
wings of the sparrow
loping through juniper berries
caress my lids into submission
she's nesting
as I've fed her soft grain
as an afterthought
one pint at a time
zoophilous screams of the quartet
wane on down the boulevard
I jump in a taxi
less I'm seduced back inside
He asks me
Where to my brother
In the moment
it was only cue I needed
I ask him
What brings you here
Bad dreams
his reply
About my children
orphans all them
I ask
civil war
Worse
Poachers
How worse
Their mothers can't fight back
Because elephants can't shoot rifles
Orphans have nightmares
Crying well into the night
Then through the sunrise
And sunset
He tells me
He bedded with them
No more than straw
And a blanket
but the screams of infants
fell like mourning stars
in between the cackles of hyenas
Feasting on the flesh of their mothers
So he left
No longer able to soothe
innocence mutilated
he's trying to remember to forget
but he's like them now
nothing is forgotten
it was time to leave
wings of the sparrow
loping through juniper berries
caress my lids into submission
she's nesting
as I've fed her soft grain
as an afterthought
one pint at a time
zoophilous screams of the quartet
wane on down the boulevard
I jump in a taxi
less I'm seduced back inside
He asks me
Where to my brother
In the moment
it was only cue I needed
I ask him
What brings you here
Bad dreams
his reply
About my children
orphans all them
I ask
civil war
Worse
Poachers
How worse
Their mothers can't fight back
Because elephants can't shoot rifles
Orphans have nightmares
Crying well into the night
Then through the sunrise
And sunset
He tells me
He bedded with them
No more than straw
And a blanket
but the screams of infants
fell like mourning stars
in between the cackles of hyenas
Feasting on the flesh of their mothers
So he left
No longer able to soothe
innocence mutilated
he's trying to remember to forget
but he's like them now
nothing is forgotten
after sixx
this place is like a ghosttown these days
walk down the barren streets, pale in the lamplight
hunch my collar against the wind
there’s a scrawny mutt cowering in the alley
been kicked too many times
and if I said my own name
his eyebrow would rise & he’d bark once for ‘what?’
even uptown where the traffic snarls & spits
my luck’s as ragged as crushed Camel butts
can’t beg a handout or bum a smoke
can’t even get laid
insomnia’s my only blessing
can’t dream if you don’t sleep
the heart is still a hunter
in the dim alcoves of a ramshackle tenement
where love’s an illegal drug
those far-aways & long-agos
still kick me in the back pocket of regret
the country girl who needed a man
to reach the candy jar on the high shelf
or the gypsy-eyed rodeo widow
who slipped out of my lariat
it’ll be another rainy night
and I can’t find a disputatious newspaper to cover my head
so I jam my hands in my pockets
and go home
cold-hearted as I am, I still pity them
who need the wax blowtorched outa their ears
nobody hears the poetry anymore…
this place is like a ghosttown these days
walk down the barren streets, pale in the lamplight
hunch my collar against the wind
there’s a scrawny mutt cowering in the alley
been kicked too many times
and if I said my own name
his eyebrow would rise & he’d bark once for ‘what?’
even uptown where the traffic snarls & spits
my luck’s as ragged as crushed Camel butts
can’t beg a handout or bum a smoke
can’t even get laid
insomnia’s my only blessing
can’t dream if you don’t sleep
the heart is still a hunter
in the dim alcoves of a ramshackle tenement
where love’s an illegal drug
those far-aways & long-agos
still kick me in the back pocket of regret
the country girl who needed a man
to reach the candy jar on the high shelf
or the gypsy-eyed rodeo widow
who slipped out of my lariat
it’ll be another rainy night
and I can’t find a disputatious newspaper to cover my head
so I jam my hands in my pockets
and go home
cold-hearted as I am, I still pity them
who need the wax blowtorched outa their ears
nobody hears the poetry anymore…
1990 Toyota Supra
Staring unfilled, day dreaming brooding at this red car
Warm and sunny South African day, it was a Toyota.
Looked like a Ferrari, wondering where I will be in 10 years time.
It's lights would come out the front end electronically, 10 years old and this a sign post in my mind's eye.
I remember thinking that this was such a cool car, wonder how far I could get in 10 years, who will I be? What will I see?
Remember this moment clearly, I heard myself say, We moved from S.A to Portugal, that same day.
Staring unfilled, day dreaming brooding at this red car
Warm and sunny South African day, it was a Toyota.
Looked like a Ferrari, wondering where I will be in 10 years time.
It's lights would come out the front end electronically, 10 years old and this a sign post in my mind's eye.
I remember thinking that this was such a cool car, wonder how far I could get in 10 years, who will I be? What will I see?
Remember this moment clearly, I heard myself say, We moved from S.A to Portugal, that same day.
Lesson Learned at Thirteen
He touched me unexpectedly
a hand on my thigh
his lips moving
mouthing words that went unheard
I may have answered
Middle of the afternoon
our old floral couch
no one around
the heat of his hand
crept higher
Blood rushed my eardrums
pulse-pounding panic
unaware until it was removed
my brother was in the room
Left in confusion
while they went on their way
His friend never
kissed me
showed any interest
Boys like him
didn't look at girls like me
I'm not sure he did, even then
I was just there, unaware
I didn't belong to me
with a boy like him
Girls like me are meant
to be flattered
by attention
no matter their intention
It felt useless to complain
Who'd believe it, anyway?
When it's a boy like him
And I'm just a girl
like me
Written by paperstains
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in the pitch black dark on that old park bench
that day i slipped on a beautiful banana peel
and fell, fuzzy head over worn out heels,
in crazy carnival ride love with you.
i was never as happily confused as the night we met.
i couldn't think through the pounding deja vu in my head.
in my bones, i knew, it was as real as it could get
in the pitch black dark on that old park bench.
that day i slipped on a beautiful banana peel
and fell, fuzzy head over worn out heels,
in crazy carnival ride love with you.
i was never as happily confused as the night we met.
i couldn't think through the pounding deja vu in my head.
in my bones, i knew, it was as real as it could get
in the pitch black dark on that old park bench.
