Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd August 2017 1:13am
WINNER
Amorous_tryst
Amorous_tryst
RUNNERS-UP:
wallyroo92
and mysteriouslady
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Explain?
Poetry Contest Description
interpretation of my poem
a new one for you
what is your interpretation of my poem
1 has to have title
2 any length
3 go boys and girls
Explain?
How to explain to you just how sick and tired I am dose not even come close to explaining how I feel,
I am pissed off with life's hand and what a shitty hand it dealt me!
I've tried my whole life to be respectful and nice they say that it must have been your past life?
I am like WTF !
You must of been bad before hurt someone or even killed someone in a past life! I'm like No sorry
They say that the choices you make shape your life? Really that's nice nobody told me that someone else's choices that they make can indeed alone change your whole dam life
They say its karma? You get a life full of fuck ups because you are bad or have done bad things to others? I am like none of this makes any senesce to me I've been good and life just turned on me
They say its Gods way of teaching you lessons? I am like WTF! I needed to be taught lessons life lessons? Don't you think I have been through enough all ready?
They say its bad timing dam that's a lot of bad timing don't you think? And that's for someone who is not that stupid like me
They say it's just being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Wow really that's nice to know next time I'll leave it for 5 minutes before proceeding with my life?
They say that I must of killed a China man really what's that got to do with me? Or do with I don't even know any! They say it's just bad luck fuck I must have ran into a pile of it? I have never walked under a ladder or even seen a black cat on Friday the 13th or even hung a horse shoe up the wrong way,
They say that it is the universes way of sorting it's self out like some people never have to deal with shit in their life wow that's nice to know that they have the universes has sorted life out for some of us at least!
what is your interpretation of my poem
1 has to have title
2 any length
3 go boys and girls
Explain?
How to explain to you just how sick and tired I am dose not even come close to explaining how I feel,
I am pissed off with life's hand and what a shitty hand it dealt me!
I've tried my whole life to be respectful and nice they say that it must have been your past life?
I am like WTF !
You must of been bad before hurt someone or even killed someone in a past life! I'm like No sorry
They say that the choices you make shape your life? Really that's nice nobody told me that someone else's choices that they make can indeed alone change your whole dam life
They say its karma? You get a life full of fuck ups because you are bad or have done bad things to others? I am like none of this makes any senesce to me I've been good and life just turned on me
They say its Gods way of teaching you lessons? I am like WTF! I needed to be taught lessons life lessons? Don't you think I have been through enough all ready?
They say its bad timing dam that's a lot of bad timing don't you think? And that's for someone who is not that stupid like me
They say it's just being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Wow really that's nice to know next time I'll leave it for 5 minutes before proceeding with my life?
They say that I must of killed a China man really what's that got to do with me? Or do with I don't even know any! They say it's just bad luck fuck I must have ran into a pile of it? I have never walked under a ladder or even seen a black cat on Friday the 13th or even hung a horse shoe up the wrong way,
They say that it is the universes way of sorting it's self out like some people never have to deal with shit in their life wow that's nice to know that they have the universes has sorted life out for some of us at least!
Life's Bad Hand
I walked away and now you cannot leave me alone.
Screw this world and life that gave us both a bad hand.
I feel it all seeping through every weary and tired bone.
I sink every single part of my body into the heavy sand
To keep myself anchored because my anchor in you
Is gone. My parents raised me to be respectful and be
Kind to everyone. There some people in this world who
Do not deserve it, not because they are bad people but
Because they do not get it from us. Darling, they dare
To criticize us while “trying” to pull us out of this rut.
Some of them are good people, but not always there
To save us because we have to be the ones to save
Ourselves. Karma will work itself out in the end
Although we all deserve a good ending with a grave
Stone and place to rest. That is where life will send
Us once we are done in this lifetime, down in the dirt
When we do not have to worry about being hurt.
Screw this world and life that gave us both a bad hand.
I feel it all seeping through every weary and tired bone.
I sink every single part of my body into the heavy sand
To keep myself anchored because my anchor in you
Is gone. My parents raised me to be respectful and be
Kind to everyone. There some people in this world who
Do not deserve it, not because they are bad people but
Because they do not get it from us. Darling, they dare
To criticize us while “trying” to pull us out of this rut.
Some of them are good people, but not always there
To save us because we have to be the ones to save
Ourselves. Karma will work itself out in the end
Although we all deserve a good ending with a grave
Stone and place to rest. That is where life will send
Us once we are done in this lifetime, down in the dirt
When we do not have to worry about being hurt.
Written by eswaller
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Ill-fated
For every decision you make,
For every path that you take,
No matter what, it seems to me you’ve been ill-fated,
Even when nothing makes sense,
Even when it’s at your own expense,
When shit happens, it can make you feel degraded.
There is nothing you can do,
But control your own attitudes,
No matter how rude or crude or how hard time gets,
Even when it all seems hopeless,
Even when you think you lose focus,
Karma is a harsh motherfucker that never, ever forgets.
For every decision you make,
For every path that you take,
No matter what, it seems to me you’ve been ill-fated,
Even when nothing makes sense,
Even when it’s at your own expense,
When shit happens, it can make you feel degraded.
There is nothing you can do,
But control your own attitudes,
No matter how rude or crude or how hard time gets,
Even when it all seems hopeless,
Even when you think you lose focus,
Karma is a harsh motherfucker that never, ever forgets.
I'M OVER FLOWED
some people take advantage of
all of those they are above
or choose a path of least resistance
regardless of, who off it pisses
But that's not me, I do perceive
Not me at all, for I stand tall
some see the world as if their own
and live within their own time zone
wielding words that cut and burn
but to them, it's no concern
But that's not me, I do perceive
Not me at all, for I stand tall
some it seems will do the crime
but never have to serve the time
they beg, they borrow, even steal
another's pain they never feel
But that's not me, I do perceive
Not me at all, for I stand tall
shit for me rolls up the hill
'til upon me it does spill
why am I to take the fall
left alone, no one to call
This to me has been my life,
nothing but hard times and strife
I ask my self, why I'm to blame
for no one can, it seems explain
why I deserve this shitty fate
with all this crap upon my plate
This to me has been my life,
nothing but hard times and strife
so with pen I write these words
to tell you that I am disturbed
I'm tired of having all bad luck
and sick to death of being fucked
This to me has been my life,
nothing but hard times and strife
so, now I ask you to compete
and write down poems that will complete
an answer to my question of
what is your take on what's above
some people take advantage of
all of those they are above
or choose a path of least resistance
regardless of, who off it pisses
But that's not me, I do perceive
Not me at all, for I stand tall
some see the world as if their own
and live within their own time zone
wielding words that cut and burn
but to them, it's no concern
But that's not me, I do perceive
Not me at all, for I stand tall
some it seems will do the crime
but never have to serve the time
they beg, they borrow, even steal
another's pain they never feel
But that's not me, I do perceive
Not me at all, for I stand tall
shit for me rolls up the hill
'til upon me it does spill
why am I to take the fall
left alone, no one to call
This to me has been my life,
nothing but hard times and strife
I ask my self, why I'm to blame
for no one can, it seems explain
why I deserve this shitty fate
with all this crap upon my plate
This to me has been my life,
nothing but hard times and strife
so with pen I write these words
to tell you that I am disturbed
I'm tired of having all bad luck
and sick to death of being fucked
This to me has been my life,
nothing but hard times and strife
so, now I ask you to compete
and write down poems that will complete
an answer to my question of
what is your take on what's above
