Poetry competition CLOSED 16th October 2017 7:40pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
Short Poem
Popping daisies, romantic roses
Storms brewing in the distant skies
Hills of carpeted grass
Ticking my bare feet
Warmth of the sun, dripping like honey
Cling to me O' bolts of rays
So I may warm my tired bones
Nature's perfume intoxicates my senses
Cascading blossoms clear to the horizon
Collage of color tempting my palate
I gently walk, not to crush the lovely petals
Through the wind, I hear quiet whispers
I lie down, to be one with nature
I close my eyes, to recall the delicate sight
Storms brewing in the distant skies
Hills of carpeted grass
Ticking my bare feet
Warmth of the sun, dripping like honey
Cling to me O' bolts of rays
So I may warm my tired bones
Nature's perfume intoxicates my senses
Cascading blossoms clear to the horizon
Collage of color tempting my palate
I gently walk, not to crush the lovely petals
Through the wind, I hear quiet whispers
I lie down, to be one with nature
I close my eyes, to recall the delicate sight
My heart- cinquain
My heart,
Like a small child
Runs around my body
Breaking everything but itself
-In Pieces
Like a small child
Runs around my body
Breaking everything but itself
-In Pieces
Written by UnknownEmo
(Goes Without Saying)
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Lovely hearts are hard to find
Searching everywhere, high and low
You stroke the visual in your mind
You've thrown the seeds, watch them grow
Empty hearts are easy to find
All you do is get in line
But if love is what you seek
It's not for those who are weak
Searching everywhere, high and low
You stroke the visual in your mind
You've thrown the seeds, watch them grow
Empty hearts are easy to find
All you do is get in line
But if love is what you seek
It's not for those who are weak
Morse Pacific (The Water Doctor)
I used to say I'd take the damage
Plant my feet even against the ocean
Standing on sand, I am dust, and so granted all freedom but now I must dance
In this moment I am solely the waves that break, lighthouse, birdsongs, and long-suffering
Another salty sentinel sent by petrified mummies
I used to say I'd take the damage
Plant my feet even against the ocean
Standing on sand, I am dust, and so granted all freedom but now I must dance
In this moment I am solely the waves that break, lighthouse, birdsongs, and long-suffering
Another salty sentinel sent by petrified mummies
The air fills with the greasy smell of bacon;
starving, my stomach growls desperately
Smoky sweet,
a salty treat!
I wait impatiently as it sizzles in the pan
Mouth is watering ;
I swallow my hunger as I stare at the crisping meat
Nerves beyond control;
I take the bacon out half-cooked
starving, my stomach growls desperately
Smoky sweet,
a salty treat!
I wait impatiently as it sizzles in the pan
Mouth is watering ;
I swallow my hunger as I stare at the crisping meat
Nerves beyond control;
I take the bacon out half-cooked
Eternally Yours
Every thought is you, so consuming
My chest hurts and stomach knots
Anxious nerves awaiting you
I see you, my body heaves with utter joy
Closer you get, I am like a school girl
Infatuation and my eternal lust
Chelley Bean Poetess
Every thought is you, so consuming
My chest hurts and stomach knots
Anxious nerves awaiting you
I see you, my body heaves with utter joy
Closer you get, I am like a school girl
Infatuation and my eternal lust
Chelley Bean Poetess
lonely country roads
winding recklessly
blackbutt and ironbark branches
flash like ghost lightning
ready to snap from the sky
impaling windshields
balloon twisting airbags into car-wrecks
shattered glass falls like stardust
breaking the deathly silence of country
prayers fly past at a hundred klicks
widow makers whisper my name
in the wake of dead leaves
written by Alexander Case
Anonymous
This Is Halloween
A friend said to me tonight
“what are you dressing up as
this Halloween?”
I thought about it for a second,
mulled over what was devilish,
what would make a horrific beast
as I settled on a costume
visualising a forked tongue
and pale, ripped skin
creeping through the dark.
“Me” I sighed
“I’m going as me”.
A friend said to me tonight
“what are you dressing up as
this Halloween?”
I thought about it for a second,
mulled over what was devilish,
what would make a horrific beast
as I settled on a costume
visualising a forked tongue
and pale, ripped skin
creeping through the dark.
“Me” I sighed
“I’m going as me”.
Anonymous
Related submission no longer exists.
Book Of Pain
sleeping awake through night i'm my Book of Pain...
silently screaming i write my lines of Sane Madness...
as i laugh from my leaking tears of Red Sadness...
as only thing keeping my corpse alive is the Death Rain...
so all the Mercilless Monsters can show me their Bitter Kindness...
so all my Sins of Self Sacrifice can slide into the Void of Vain...
inside of my Book of Pain...
PS: i'm putting it to the Miscellaneous category because it's written with intention to make your understading of it saying more about you than about the poem, my own favourite explanation of the poem is that "it's about a soldier going through war" said by - you guessed it - a veteran i had the honor of having this poem read by. Originally it's a poem about me & why i begun writing.
Written by God-Is-In-The-Rain
(Gregory Rain)
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Maid
by TheWordTraveler
There was a maid
of herself
who is trapped in her own cloth
trying to be a queen
of the world
but she can’t even change
the way she talk,
the way she dress,
the way she walk,
the way she is
for she is a maid
of herself
who cannot be a queen
of the world
because she’s trapped in her own cloth.
by TheWordTraveler
There was a maid
of herself
who is trapped in her own cloth
trying to be a queen
of the world
but she can’t even change
the way she talk,
the way she dress,
the way she walk,
the way she is
for she is a maid
of herself
who cannot be a queen
of the world
because she’s trapped in her own cloth.
Fear
by TheWordTraveler
I try to smile
in front of the crowd
but my fear kept going out
killing myself with fear,
letting me shiver,
giving me tear…
and now, I try to smile
in front of myself
but my fear kept roaming around
putting a knife into my gown.
by TheWordTraveler
I try to smile
in front of the crowd
but my fear kept going out
killing myself with fear,
letting me shiver,
giving me tear…
and now, I try to smile
in front of myself
but my fear kept roaming around
putting a knife into my gown.
