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Which poem is the best?


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okay, here is where you vote for the submission that you think is best.

Remember: No revealing who wrote what poem or else you're disqualified.

Poem 1

Did I leave my body yet?
I float, snapping back into place
A moat of foamy blood encircles me
My pleas for a premature death will no longer go unanswered
Looking down I see this is enough, but my hatred is not curbed
Scarring the public mentally, I walk outside and lay on a bench
I remove my blood drenched shirt, allowing others to bear witness
My transcendence is at hand. I float, snapping back, not quite in place now
A small group of people are now gathering, some staring in disbelief and disgust
Some cry, while hiding their faces, others are unable to shield themselves from bitter shock
Have I left this world yet?
I choke, vomiting profusely. I begin to shake uncontrollably, and the world grows numb
Our culture has disintegrated completely, and I beat it down with my final actions
The antiquated notion of love has lost its virtue, and in knowing this I draw out the blade again
I hear several people cry aloud in a desperate emotional plea for me to stop
Laughter fills my head, but I merely continue to vomit stoically as I cut my chest
My vision has begun to dim, and I feel the blade slip through my fingers and drop
I sink, trapping my soul in this dying body.
I do not want it back.
I will not live again.

Poem 2

I have died, many times,
My body a decaying shell, waiting, patiently, to expire,
I have melted, many times,
My life a burning candle, becoming a waxy puddle.
The puddle of death is murky, troublesome, when you step in it,
It cause a splash and those who love you most get covered,
It takes a while for them to shake it off.
We do not want to die, but every moment we are forced to die and be born again,
Let go our former selves to make room for rebirth,
This is far beyond ordinary conception,
And yet this constant cycle is the very heart of living.
When we look with open eyes we see death everywhere,
Just as we see the seeds of renewal and regeneration within it.

Those who have touched other worlds know death well,
Such journeys begin with death,
Those among us who have got lost on their journeys have truly died,
And yet they live perhaps more vividly than any other.
Death eternally contradicts itself, holding within it life just as life is always in the grip of death.
We wait, patiently, for death to come, hoping that it will bring at least some blessings,
That it will be quick and painless, so afraid that it may not be.
And yet will fail to grasp that death is so full of life;
We really haven't lived until we have died.

Poem 3

"Eulogy" [Condensed Version]

Losing someone you know is hard.
Losing someone you never met is also hard,
Being robbed of the memories that could've been-
The laughs, the arguments, and everything in between.

You were yet to be named, your gender unknown,
But you'd become a big part of my life.
I'd already planned all the games we were gonna play.
I couldn't wait for your arrival.

Life isn't cruel, people are.

Our mother knew what her mother was.
I'll never forgive her for putting us in the situation she did.
She moved us to be closer to someone who hated us,
Who killed you by arguing with and hitting our mother.

The hardest part is not knowing.
What did your laugh sound like?
How many times could we get our sister in trouble?
Who would you become?

You've crossed my mind every single day.
The memories that were stolen from us race through
My head and anger floods the recesses
That melancholy once carved.

I flashback to the morning you died and still see the
Blood-there was so much of it.
I'm so sorry for what happened and wish I could've done
Something, but the worst part is you'll never see this.

Poem 4

Death
D is for dead
E is for everyone
A is for anyone
T is for turtle balls
H is for hell

Roses are red violets are blue
I shot you
And now your dead

Death is real death is scary
Death Is it true?
Am I really going to no see her face no more
Or taste beer no more
Seems so surreal l,but also so real.
Dealing with death can be hard thing
Just getting rid of something that just going to die
Less is more


Death

Poem 5

There's a sickness
Running through the veins of this city
It's slithering through alleyways and up into
fifth story windows
It's the red flag of defeat and the
momentary explosion of the universe
It's the temporary sanity, It's nice so nice
And the end seemed so sweet then, as the truth died on your lips and your throat choked
on your belated apologies

So rest easy lover
you dropped a piece of yourself behind each dumpster

in every cheap hotel
I'll go collect the bits of your soul that haven't rot quite yet
burn them and let the ashes fly away, like dust.
 
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Good submissions...

Indeed.
Wish i wasn't banned durring the submission period. I entered the last poetry contest (the gravy one, lost though lol. No big deal) I would have entered this also.
All good tho there's always the next one. Good luck to those who wrote these.

-HOOD
 
We came out to a tie between Captain.Heroin and NiceEnough! Congratulations to our winners!
 
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