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Oh, glorious day, it's poetry contest time!
Here are the conditions:
I hope to see a lot of entries, and in the future, we can do picture or word prompts. For this one, you can use pre-written material.
===============POEM SUBMISSIONS TO VOTE ON START HERE=================
Ocean Bay
Bangor bay, step away, for all I ever wanted.
Face the day, the vibes ok, and tomorrow’s calling
Orange grey, to creep or stay , blue and red you flashing
End of May, breathe in hay, and the bird are laughing
Lend a lay, The earth’s ok, but the bombs are dropping
Arcade play, do I say, the word that make you tick
Tangueray, heartache away, hear the raindrops falling
Ocean bay, play by play, enforced and only stalling
Untitled #1
What are you thinking?
I am withered and frail,
longing for a moment of rest.
How are you feeling?
My sister, I do not know.
Please, just let me cry.
But my spirit rebels.
The Black Beauty of the World
It is inevitable, the Pain comes to us all, Pain, it can manifest itself in infinite ways An algorithm from the unknown, we cannot decipher it
This pain, it will eventually catch up to you no matter how hard we run, it must show itself
Designed to show us the reality of this world Those who it fails to grasp are lucky, they run free
What they do not understand though, Yes, they are freed from the sufferings
But also the pleasures of life.
As for the others, pain takes us, trains us
We each walk our own path of suffering, We all are sentenced by the unknown Judge, to trod on
The garden of thorns- for the rest of our preconceived existence.
We tread through the weeds
The thorns, they thresh our flesh Covered in vibrant red thick blood, hot and sweaty,
we groan, tremble, and collapse,
the damned final cobblestone step
Face slams the ground, skull resonates Lifeblood that has carried us from youth, spills
Reaching the end of that thorny path “how did I get here?”
A beautiful, innocent, and joyful young child
Our frame is no longer recognizable The blades and lashes of this life, scars immortal
Our progressively toughened hide, not worth a penny
No longer youthful, innocent, and without blemish
Akin to Black Beauty, a vibrant and powerful stallion
willing to perform his master’s whims whether cruel or fair.
Poor Black Beauty, even him, the absolute epitome of nature,
His muscles burst with strength, like that of the human will.
Even an innocent beast, he snorts and paws at the ground,
He realizes we are all of the same flesh and blood
Not even him cannot resist the walk of life He followed many cruel and kind masters, Yet never stumbled from the path
Soul or soulless, it does not matter, we all walk the path as one divine kind. That is according to the laws of nature, not of men or Gods.
Nature follows the same pattern- the ouroboros
At our last and most pitiful step, we scream “We cannot take this life no more!” We yell at the Gods, “Oh why have you forsaken me?”
The ominous cause of suffering does not respond
We are taken to see it instead
What lays behind death is thus a secret As it is only reveled to those who finish the path of the thorns
Only those who have not appreciated life- fear death
Would you look back? That journey of choices?
Do not be dismayed at this journey, Be as the innocent beasts of this world, Finishing their trial, they have no sorrow
The weeds you trampled, now budded Lovely blankets of lavender, an expanse of tulips
As traversing that terrible path of thorns, did you fail to see the roses above? Do not let pain blindfold you, remove it!
Every soul after the other, a circle Joy and sadness, lavender and weeds Happiness can only exist if the fields are tended
And everyone who experiences the bliss of life
Must tend to the fields of the new generation
Untitled #2
They're not a Junkie.
They're somebody's
Someone.
Untitled #3
Milk, milk, lemonade
Milk, milk, lemonade
Milk, milk, lemonade
'Round the corner fudge is made
Milk, milk, lemonade
Milk, milk, lemonade
[I'm lactose intolerant so]
'Round the corner shrapnel's sprayed
I'm gonna make you plead and shout
For the part of my body where the poo comes out
Milk, milk, lemonade
Milk, milk, lemonade
[we're German so}
On your chest is where it's laid
Milk, milk, lemonade
Milk, milk, lemonade
Milk, milk, lemonade
'Round the corner fudge is made
I'll feed you all three once I've been paid
Mankind
Look at how we'd lived then!
How we'd believed,
‘This is for both of us’.
A love considerably, then actually apart.
A whole relationship gone frail -
As it was always meant to fail.
We never thought to axe a couple down to one.
I was so ashamed,
to be on that train.
Where I could feel your pain (as)
‘My own’.
To good to each other?
To see eye to eyes back -
Going to rust.
The endless getting to know how the other corrrodes?
I would always come to lubricate.
so you would never have to wait!
And to that we never spoke a passage to old age.
Back then we always blamed;
the turbulence up high,
and how we were in pain -
Apart.
It's been a long while.
Our trials have failed
to tribulate.
Although back then it felt the world had conquered us.
But I have realized wIth age.
And with experience I'll say,
‘If we'd wed to us and not each other we’d be okay.’
Because to relate.
To not mourn, or be late.
We had to draw our fate then -
As one.
(mankind)
Untitled #4
Ruminating, treading against the riptide
Insidious oceans where good girls go to die
Innocence drowned, still living but not alive
Haunted by anguish, lonely but not alone
Invisible in a sea of mourning, I’m a ghost
Submerged suffering in abysmal depths
Struggle keeping head above water, so exhausted with regret
Jaded, cold heart chills Hennessy in my glass
Immersed in oblivion, sinking deep into relapse
Euchred
callin' diamonds?
solid. why man?
you possess four trump?
true.. that's fair enough.
shoot, the first trick led spades
the one suit you didn't pick to throw away
and I secretly own that ace
feasibly, it felt like a waste
watching me place, my left and right bower
you sensed strength, but I held the power
this is no hour to be sour
you were right to enforce your sight
at a glance your chances soared high
but you were sidelined, by the cards I hide
I suppose those odds lied
curb your urge to cry
albeit your butt's to blame
see it as a minor just mistake
cause I'd have ordained the same
refrain from the pain of shame
with demons slain, try again
it's name of the game
convinced you're adrift in a stupor
since you got euchred
"small"
at the store buying beer
with small crinkled hands
a clerk handles the bottle
then shook it in my face
tiny mice bones rattle inside
"this already belongs to you"
my rat brain was mortified
Gods warring in unknowable clouds
another epic battle
the rat has no part
I suppose I've already decided
this is simply imagination
I skitter back to my hole
I never stopped dreaming
I never stop drinking
I am aware
of my size
tonight
"Hither, whistling"
Laughing lying Lucky losing
All different options for your choosing
Pressed the boundaries till they've gone away
Sunk a quarter into flattened clay
Have another, bite and recede
Play forever, fight and proceed
Don't forget you will believe
Continue down a blacker grieve
Hiding out, a leafy glance
I can stay, I can advance
Petty cuts take so much time
From lacerations born a crime
Where have you been
I cannot say
I haven't known
I will not stay
Ever Christened
Sever
Glistened
Hither, whistling
Once a temple,
Now a tomb,
Taste of resin,
When you move
Horror visions,
Somewhat dim,
Gloomy likeness,
To the brim
How can this take up your time?
Another rhythm forced to rhyme
Buyers, sellers,
Markets, tellers
Here are the conditions:
- 34-line maximum
- Entries must remain anonymous until the contest ends
- One entry per user
- Please send them in a private message to @cduggles and me
- It ends 20th February 2022, at midnight PST
I hope to see a lot of entries, and in the future, we can do picture or word prompts. For this one, you can use pre-written material.
===============POEM SUBMISSIONS TO VOTE ON START HERE=================
Ocean Bay
Bangor bay, step away, for all I ever wanted.
Face the day, the vibes ok, and tomorrow’s calling
Orange grey, to creep or stay , blue and red you flashing
End of May, breathe in hay, and the bird are laughing
Lend a lay, The earth’s ok, but the bombs are dropping
Arcade play, do I say, the word that make you tick
Tangueray, heartache away, hear the raindrops falling
Ocean bay, play by play, enforced and only stalling
Untitled #1
What are you thinking?
I am withered and frail,
longing for a moment of rest.
How are you feeling?
My sister, I do not know.
Please, just let me cry.
But my spirit rebels.
Tree
Find me a grey crevice on the plains of your consciousness and I’ll roll up my sleeves
and weave you a tree.
I’ll fill it with mystery of a long-faded history, and softly imbue it with bittersweet
scent of a past’s woe and glee.
I ask not for pity, just space that befits me, a warm season to sow, a handful of earth
and safety to grow…
I am a story of growth that starts from a seed, not a cautionary tale, nor a warning to
Heed;
I merely bleed through the pages for all who feel need.
Not tailored or fixed, not refracted or bent; I seek your forgiveness but will not
repent.
I offer a glimpse, a mere speck of a smidgeon of a taste of a fix; A peek through the
keyhole void of judgment or tricks.
All I ask is a stanza, a letter, or rhyme; all I ask dear reader is a fragment of time.
Not a contract or pact, not fiction or fact, just words that I bind that shall pay you in
kind.
Come let us dine!
I present you my mind.
Hear the bells now chime as memories align, paradigms shifted as foggy haze is lifted
scene rendered to define.
What did you sift through, what did you find?
Cast your eyes down and feast on my words, of days best forgotten, a realistic
distortion, my gift to you;
a sacrosanct abortion.
Find me a grey crevice on the plains of your consciousness and I’ll roll up my sleeves
and weave you a tree.
I’ll fill it with mystery of a long-faded history, and softly imbue it with bittersweet
scent of a past’s woe and glee.
I ask not for pity, just space that befits me, a warm season to sow, a handful of earth
and safety to grow…
I am a story of growth that starts from a seed, not a cautionary tale, nor a warning to
Heed;
I merely bleed through the pages for all who feel need.
Not tailored or fixed, not refracted or bent; I seek your forgiveness but will not
repent.
I offer a glimpse, a mere speck of a smidgeon of a taste of a fix; A peek through the
keyhole void of judgment or tricks.
All I ask is a stanza, a letter, or rhyme; all I ask dear reader is a fragment of time.
Not a contract or pact, not fiction or fact, just words that I bind that shall pay you in
kind.
Come let us dine!
I present you my mind.
Hear the bells now chime as memories align, paradigms shifted as foggy haze is lifted
scene rendered to define.
What did you sift through, what did you find?
Cast your eyes down and feast on my words, of days best forgotten, a realistic
distortion, my gift to you;
a sacrosanct abortion.
The Black Beauty of the World
It is inevitable, the Pain comes to us all, Pain, it can manifest itself in infinite ways An algorithm from the unknown, we cannot decipher it
This pain, it will eventually catch up to you no matter how hard we run, it must show itself
Designed to show us the reality of this world Those who it fails to grasp are lucky, they run free
What they do not understand though, Yes, they are freed from the sufferings
But also the pleasures of life.
As for the others, pain takes us, trains us
We each walk our own path of suffering, We all are sentenced by the unknown Judge, to trod on
The garden of thorns- for the rest of our preconceived existence.
We tread through the weeds
The thorns, they thresh our flesh Covered in vibrant red thick blood, hot and sweaty,
we groan, tremble, and collapse,
the damned final cobblestone step
Face slams the ground, skull resonates Lifeblood that has carried us from youth, spills
Reaching the end of that thorny path “how did I get here?”
A beautiful, innocent, and joyful young child
Our frame is no longer recognizable The blades and lashes of this life, scars immortal
Our progressively toughened hide, not worth a penny
No longer youthful, innocent, and without blemish
Akin to Black Beauty, a vibrant and powerful stallion
willing to perform his master’s whims whether cruel or fair.
Poor Black Beauty, even him, the absolute epitome of nature,
His muscles burst with strength, like that of the human will.
Even an innocent beast, he snorts and paws at the ground,
He realizes we are all of the same flesh and blood
Not even him cannot resist the walk of life He followed many cruel and kind masters, Yet never stumbled from the path
Soul or soulless, it does not matter, we all walk the path as one divine kind. That is according to the laws of nature, not of men or Gods.
Nature follows the same pattern- the ouroboros
At our last and most pitiful step, we scream “We cannot take this life no more!” We yell at the Gods, “Oh why have you forsaken me?”
The ominous cause of suffering does not respond
We are taken to see it instead
What lays behind death is thus a secret As it is only reveled to those who finish the path of the thorns
Only those who have not appreciated life- fear death
Would you look back? That journey of choices?
Do not be dismayed at this journey, Be as the innocent beasts of this world, Finishing their trial, they have no sorrow
The weeds you trampled, now budded Lovely blankets of lavender, an expanse of tulips
As traversing that terrible path of thorns, did you fail to see the roses above? Do not let pain blindfold you, remove it!
Every soul after the other, a circle Joy and sadness, lavender and weeds Happiness can only exist if the fields are tended
And everyone who experiences the bliss of life
Must tend to the fields of the new generation
Untitled #2
They're not a Junkie.
They're somebody's
Someone.
Untitled #3
Milk, milk, lemonade
Milk, milk, lemonade
Milk, milk, lemonade
'Round the corner fudge is made
Milk, milk, lemonade
Milk, milk, lemonade
[I'm lactose intolerant so]
'Round the corner shrapnel's sprayed
I'm gonna make you plead and shout
For the part of my body where the poo comes out
Milk, milk, lemonade
Milk, milk, lemonade
[we're German so}
On your chest is where it's laid
Milk, milk, lemonade
Milk, milk, lemonade
Milk, milk, lemonade
'Round the corner fudge is made
I'll feed you all three once I've been paid
Mankind
Look at how we'd lived then!
How we'd believed,
‘This is for both of us’.
A love considerably, then actually apart.
A whole relationship gone frail -
As it was always meant to fail.
We never thought to axe a couple down to one.
I was so ashamed,
to be on that train.
Where I could feel your pain (as)
‘My own’.
To good to each other?
To see eye to eyes back -
Going to rust.
The endless getting to know how the other corrrodes?
I would always come to lubricate.
so you would never have to wait!
And to that we never spoke a passage to old age.
Back then we always blamed;
the turbulence up high,
and how we were in pain -
Apart.
It's been a long while.
Our trials have failed
to tribulate.
Although back then it felt the world had conquered us.
But I have realized wIth age.
And with experience I'll say,
‘If we'd wed to us and not each other we’d be okay.’
Because to relate.
To not mourn, or be late.
We had to draw our fate then -
As one.
(mankind)
Untitled #4
Ruminating, treading against the riptide
Insidious oceans where good girls go to die
Innocence drowned, still living but not alive
Haunted by anguish, lonely but not alone
Invisible in a sea of mourning, I’m a ghost
Submerged suffering in abysmal depths
Struggle keeping head above water, so exhausted with regret
Jaded, cold heart chills Hennessy in my glass
Immersed in oblivion, sinking deep into relapse
Euchred
callin' diamonds?
solid. why man?
you possess four trump?
true.. that's fair enough.
shoot, the first trick led spades
the one suit you didn't pick to throw away
and I secretly own that ace
feasibly, it felt like a waste
watching me place, my left and right bower
you sensed strength, but I held the power
this is no hour to be sour
you were right to enforce your sight
at a glance your chances soared high
but you were sidelined, by the cards I hide
I suppose those odds lied
curb your urge to cry
albeit your butt's to blame
see it as a minor just mistake
cause I'd have ordained the same
refrain from the pain of shame
with demons slain, try again
it's name of the game
convinced you're adrift in a stupor
since you got euchred
"small"
at the store buying beer
with small crinkled hands
a clerk handles the bottle
then shook it in my face
tiny mice bones rattle inside
"this already belongs to you"
my rat brain was mortified
Gods warring in unknowable clouds
another epic battle
the rat has no part
I suppose I've already decided
this is simply imagination
I skitter back to my hole
I never stopped dreaming
I never stop drinking
I am aware
of my size
tonight
"Hither, whistling"
Laughing lying Lucky losing
All different options for your choosing
Pressed the boundaries till they've gone away
Sunk a quarter into flattened clay
Have another, bite and recede
Play forever, fight and proceed
Don't forget you will believe
Continue down a blacker grieve
Hiding out, a leafy glance
I can stay, I can advance
Petty cuts take so much time
From lacerations born a crime
Where have you been
I cannot say
I haven't known
I will not stay
Ever Christened
Sever
Glistened
Hither, whistling
Once a temple,
Now a tomb,
Taste of resin,
When you move
Horror visions,
Somewhat dim,
Gloomy likeness,
To the brim
How can this take up your time?
Another rhythm forced to rhyme
Buyers, sellers,
Markets, tellers
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