Poetry competition CLOSED 28th September 2013 7:40pm
WINNER
JohnFeddeler
JohnFeddeler
RUNNERS-UP:
Smoogej1s
and filthywhitedress
your muse
Poetry Contest Description
describe your muse without telling who it is
are they long and slender
is their mouth red and wanting
are their eyes captivating
are their hands wandering
can you keep them still
do you like it when they move
do they shake their hips
are they what you need?
is their mouth red and wanting
are their eyes captivating
are their hands wandering
can you keep them still
do you like it when they move
do they shake their hips
are they what you need?
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Anonymous
Ghosts
Dark settles on the walls, the street lamp blinks some
light, then dies, then blinks again. A moth- stuck inside
the room- pares its wings on the glass, falls to the
windowsill, then does it again. My eyelids do the same.
I remember his mouth; how the ghosts under
his tongue slid through the cracks of his teeth,
found mine. Stayed there. And the birds at the
backs of our eyes drank too much to leave.
He told me there's a life of everything, somewhere
else; one that isn't made of feathers or concrete.
I'd be the flayed moth that made it through the glass,
He, the sun, and my guts would be warmed under him.
Dark settles on the walls, the street lamp blinks some
light, then dies, then blinks again. A moth- stuck inside
the room- pares its wings on the glass, falls to the
windowsill, then does it again. My eyelids do the same.
I remember his mouth; how the ghosts under
his tongue slid through the cracks of his teeth,
found mine. Stayed there. And the birds at the
backs of our eyes drank too much to leave.
He told me there's a life of everything, somewhere
else; one that isn't made of feathers or concrete.
I'd be the flayed moth that made it through the glass,
He, the sun, and my guts would be warmed under him.
Anonymous
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The silence in great and euphoric,
I can almost feel the nostalgia;
when my dreams materialize,
and my hopes shoot into bursts of color,
I can feel my hope return once more;
Best in the rhetorical sense, I still like the obvious answer format as well,
neither being obscure nor vague, I still like to masque my work.
Obscenity is my least favorite
and Neurotic is me,
I still can be
whoever I want to be.
I can almost feel the nostalgia;
when my dreams materialize,
and my hopes shoot into bursts of color,
I can feel my hope return once more;
Best in the rhetorical sense, I still like the obvious answer format as well,
neither being obscure nor vague, I still like to masque my work.
Obscenity is my least favorite
and Neurotic is me,
I still can be
whoever I want to be.
Anonymous
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not "beautiful"
She's a quiet woman,
not what you would call the 'life of the party'...
keeps her emotions in check for the most part,
except in her writing,
where her passion burns the page.
I won't call her beautiful,
the word is overused and probably not worthy of the
pedestal it's placed on by the modeling agencies and
gawking admirers of what is perceived as pulchritude.
I've always wondered if there is a word
more beautiful than 'beautiful'.
For years, I searched in vain
for that mysterious, unwritten word.
But I've finally found it...
She is the word.
She's a quiet woman,
not what you would call the 'life of the party'...
keeps her emotions in check for the most part,
except in her writing,
where her passion burns the page.
I won't call her beautiful,
the word is overused and probably not worthy of the
pedestal it's placed on by the modeling agencies and
gawking admirers of what is perceived as pulchritude.
I've always wondered if there is a word
more beautiful than 'beautiful'.
For years, I searched in vain
for that mysterious, unwritten word.
But I've finally found it...
She is the word.
Anonymous
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beyond the shadow and pearls
many claim they lurk in the shadows
love the Darkness
i am a broken silhouette against the pavement
fragmented by self doubt
needing you to solve the jigsaw
the granite of the sidewalk, deceptively jagged
and will surely cut your hands
take your tears as toll
time and time again
as my shadow shifts with the changing light
and you unexplainably following
bloody pearls mark your tips
for moving darkness traced on asphalt
understand, it's not of my making
neither the shadow nor the road
i beg
let me taste your pearls
and salted wounds
if I am to rise
you'll be the anointed one
healing, because you see beyond the shadow
many claim they lurk in the shadows
love the Darkness
i am a broken silhouette against the pavement
fragmented by self doubt
needing you to solve the jigsaw
the granite of the sidewalk, deceptively jagged
and will surely cut your hands
take your tears as toll
time and time again
as my shadow shifts with the changing light
and you unexplainably following
bloody pearls mark your tips
for moving darkness traced on asphalt
understand, it's not of my making
neither the shadow nor the road
i beg
let me taste your pearls
and salted wounds
if I am to rise
you'll be the anointed one
healing, because you see beyond the shadow
Anonymous
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GAME OF KARMA
i love to take advantage of the fact i think you care
i want to milk it for what its worth
and i want a full glass
ppl say i play a cruel sport
thats only cause they've lost
ive had enough practice
and to lose is a high cost
and if you dont enjoy this game i recommend
you get the f**k out while you still have time
i recommend you go with your heart , before i claim it mine
i dont want to put your heart to use
all i want is to give it pain, anger and a bit of abuse
i know this all sounds so insane
but like i said i enjoy this game
i only do it cause it makes me feel better
i do it to prove to you i can
i do it so you feel less of a man
you think im sick , you think im twisted
but yet you sit there awaiting my every response
tell me have you not done this your self?
have you eatten up a young girls heart
and then tell her you werent even hungry
ahh, i think you have
only difference is that im that girl that was able to walk away
with the regurgitated bits of heart you had consumed
and thanks to the ppl like you
i know how to play
and ill never loose!
ppl say i play a cruel sport
thats only cause they've lost
ive had enough practice
and to lose is a high cost
i love to take advantage of the fact i think you care
i want to milk it for what its worth
and i want a full glass
ppl say i play a cruel sport
thats only cause they've lost
ive had enough practice
and to lose is a high cost
and if you dont enjoy this game i recommend
you get the f**k out while you still have time
i recommend you go with your heart , before i claim it mine
i dont want to put your heart to use
all i want is to give it pain, anger and a bit of abuse
i know this all sounds so insane
but like i said i enjoy this game
i only do it cause it makes me feel better
i do it to prove to you i can
i do it so you feel less of a man
you think im sick , you think im twisted
but yet you sit there awaiting my every response
tell me have you not done this your self?
have you eatten up a young girls heart
and then tell her you werent even hungry
ahh, i think you have
only difference is that im that girl that was able to walk away
with the regurgitated bits of heart you had consumed
and thanks to the ppl like you
i know how to play
and ill never loose!
ppl say i play a cruel sport
thats only cause they've lost
ive had enough practice
and to lose is a high cost