Poetry Running Contest - Submissions Thread

  • #229
    Tossing, Turning

    Another sultry evening spent in, pent up, panting,
    breathing most uneven, seeing nothing,
    merely seething in the dark.
    Unpleasantly reminded by a chide of voices
    deep inside, they tell me of the times ahead
    they wish we might avoid.

    And so it seems that as I dream
    of better days and brighter things,
    the ghost of hope is choking me to sleep.
    Last edited by Kaitscralt: 9/13/2011 9:16:13 AM
  • #230
    Thomas Walters
    At last he falters

    Falls down
    Looks up

    “Nevermore!”
    He cries,

    “Enough!
    “No more lies!”

    A rebel
    At a writers desk-

    A blizzard in the sands-
    An angel fallen-

    Into No Man’s Land?

    Or a demon risen-

    To Take a Stand?


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  • #231
    This poem utilizes a found object, so I am giving a link:

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  • #232
    Twigs

    She looks into a mirror, and all she sees is glare,
    she looks outside a window, and then there's nothing there.

    The reflection of the soul, says all there is to say,
    but the reflection of its mind, will always end your day.
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  • #233
    We're going to the beach today, we're gong to the beach!

    It’s seventy two degrees,
    Zero chance of rain,
    It’s been the perfect day,
    Except for you’re gone again.

    So many girls,
    Everyone beautiful I’m sure,
    But they don’t get a second glance,
    I’m only thinking about you.

    Lost in my thought,
    Burning on the beach,
    Still don’t care,
    Gotta get you back.

    I watched the sunset from my car,
    I took it all in,
    Everything I could say to you,
    Simply sounds like a terrible, worn out cliché.

    A beauty comes up to me,
    We talk,
    But it’s useless,
    I can’t sleep besides a stranger now.

    If time is all I had,
    I’d waste it all on you,
    But now I’m talking to the seat in my car,
    So empty without you.

    This can’t go on,
    I can’t think,
    I can’t work,
    And I can’t get you back.

    So I take it easy,
    Swerve the wheel,
    Crash into the water,
    And it’s done.

    It’s sixty three degrees,
    And does the rain matter now?
    It’s been the perfect day,
    And now it’s done.
  • #234
    You’re a metaphor
    In the shape
    Of a shovel
    Meant to bury
    The hatchet.

    RE: I rescind. After much
    Deliberation, it seems to me
    You rather resemble-

    A simile
    In the shape
    Of a
    Sidewinder missile
    Meant to
    Wipe
    Away
    The world
    We knew.
    it's a fools race to run if all is lost to be won..
  • #235
    Submissions for PRC Round 127 are now over. Be sure to vote and join us for PRC Round 128!
  • #236
    My Month as a Muslim

    Time. Ticking away moments that end a fast.
    One more hour, why do I have to be the last?

    Hunger. Eating away from the inside, testing limits.
    Allowing the strength of will.
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  • #237
    A Wolf in Steel Wool;
    A Force of Un-Nature!

    The Crunching of Numbers;
    The Crunching of Bones!

    Burn it all!
    Save the ancient tomes!

    The savior descends,
    From hills,
    From knolls!

    Save you from yourself;
    Your sin, it engulfs!

    A slave to the will!
    Take Liberty Pills!

    Praise the Messiah!
    A.D!
    A.E!


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  • #238
    Destroy

    you look like a simile,
    twisting your body to make yourself blend in
    to the whims of the hoi palloi your brain is soaked in.

    I'm not building - I'm deconstructing,
    it means you know nothing.

    Undo the dissonance with quickness, let my cleverness be my business
    and wait for the peaceful pieces to snap,
    you lost the damn map,
    we lost the trap and the monsters are back but the instinct's attack winds the whole story back.
    destroyed with contact, see how I rhyme,
    there's not enough time to flash all the signs of your twilight,
    all night. Struck bright, white light, remember leaves as they started to turn yellow in the wind's flight?
    We lost a dream at the drop site, watching buildings lose fights, with planes twisted to streaks in the sunlight.
    Refrains are to blame for being uptight.
    Relax, sit back, have a good night:
    I've shown off enough, you'll have your turn. Taking a break because I feel like I made the page burn.

    No reason to risk starting another great fire; now you'll think my wit is drier.
    will you ever preserve, will you ever exhume? ... will you watch petals shed from flowers in bloom?
    nothing can live up to promise - nothing can stop its narrative - nothing in place of catalysts
    and you’ll never be pure again
  • #239
    Throwing Stones At Our Glass House

    To paraphrase some infamous words
    About our little spews and turds:
    He who writes poetry for salvation
    Does it as a form of masturbation
    He who reads these words of wit
    Is reading nothing more than ****

    So I read the rants on the PRC;
    Stinking rivulets of asparagus pee.
    Do you really care that that so-and-so
    Got votes from folks you don't really know?
    Does it matter if their interpretation
    Of your glorious masturbation
    Is met with indignation?
    Or that the fruit of your gestation
    Is nothing but an infestation,
    An intestinal inflammation,
    Risen above it's station?
    Wise words in an ejaculation?
    More mental masturbation!
    Last edited by BlippyTheSlug: 9/16/2011 7:05:58 PM
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  • #240
    Eurypharynx Pelecanoides

    I wish to go where nothing grows and sunlight cannot find me.
    The only clouds I’d see are myctophids in flashing schools.
    Stars would never fall, for they’d be esca hanging proudly.
    Should they try, they’d to the surface stray.

    My newfound galaxy would grant me bioluminescence.
    With this magick, as the stars, I’d master self-reliance.
    Things the world has never known would gather to my presence.
    Near my halo smile teeth not fit for photic Heaven.

    The lover of all things aquatic and marine in me wanted this peace to be a tribute to the deep-sea fishes that the world often forgets.
    Last edited by Kaitscralt: 9/17/2011 9:04:31 AM
  • #241
    This poem was created by taking the flavor text of Innistrad's Ulvenwald Mystics and replacing each word with the next word seven words down from it in the Concise Oxford English Dictionary.


    Ulvenwald Mystics

    Withdrawal thole rive,
    weak-kneed caster ASL ourselves frailty humble…
    Anderson shelter embryo Theatre of the Absurd Ferris wheel
    off-board Theatre of the Absurd uneasy wild duck
    Last edited by pstmdrn: 9/16/2011 8:20:43 PM
  • #242
    Dear You,
    Why do you, do
    the things a harlot does?
    Because i love you,
    like tea from Long Island
    and smiles from Chelsea
    In my dreams i've done the deeds of-
    Teeth
    A bare handed bludgeon
    on the bridge in London that's always
    falling down.
    and please,
    oh please
    oh please
    i beg and beseech you
    cast away your callous condolences.
    it's a fools race to run if all is lost to be won..
  • #243
    It was in darkness that life began
    And it shall be darkness to which it ends
    For darkness is the womb of the universe
    It is from itself that it descends
  • #244
    Bees

    across the primrose trees
    blows the faintest scent of sleaze
    the bees all leave their shelter in the mooring
    but I will do just what I please
    and anyway to hell with all them bees
    from what I can seize those bees should be adoring

    below the timmyrickle grass
    behold a timmyrickle ass
    a six legs that old ass doth be adorning
    and somehow when I see those legs beneath the ground a'toiling
    the thought of all those floozy girls
    just does set my blood a'boiling

    so I will do just what I please
    and anyway to hell with all them bees
    from what I can sees those bees should be adoring
    "The dark unspeakable horror choked my wounded soul" - Richard Nixon

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  • #245
    Submissions for PRC Round 128 are now over. Be sure to vote and join us for PRC Round 129!

    oro_oro_oro's submission will be withheld for failure to vote in Round 107. Please make up for the vote in this round of the contest and your submission will be entered next round.
  • #246
    They say this and that,
    while they kick sleeping dogs to kill the cats,
    And ya can't see the the trees cause you're racing the rats.

    They say "Bury the hatchet."
    **** it, got a forest to see.


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  • #247
    Trophy Wives

    how beautiful,
    (insert their name),
    the spacious, sweet, and loud!
    you've loved
    majestic multitudes,
    and gleaming golden crowns!
    what bounteous spoils to farm within:
    what tracts of land to plow,
    what sects of people to impress,
    distractions to bestow!
    will you ever preserve, will you ever exhume? ... will you watch petals shed from flowers in bloom?
    nothing can live up to promise - nothing can stop its narrative - nothing in place of catalysts
    and you’ll never be pure again
  • #248
    This poem was created by taking a segment of a form from my work and replacing every fifth word with a word from the flavor text of Innistrad's Village Ironsmith

    Village Wordsmith

    participate in regular cohort each, staff development and in-service night,
    offered by the program he the participant is excused abandons
    District program administrators.
    Failure the attend cohort meetings and trappings
    development and/or professional developments of will result in removal
    civilization from the program and each participant shall be required
    morning reimburse the amount of he financial assistance he/she received
    repairs through the program to the
    After earning a bachelor's front and authorized teaching credential door.
  • #249
    Ill-Mannered Exchange

    Say what you will and have your fill
    of spilling swill in way of words;
    and though for little less I've killed,
    for once the bitter pill I'll swallow.

    While yes I know it's much deserved -
    this wroth so sharp as hedgehog quill -
    be sure to bark just up until
    my sword hand has quit resting still.

    Last edited by Kaitscralt: 9/21/2011 6:59:28 AM
  • #250
    First Snow
    9/20/2011

    --- Round Side Down ---

    The voice in my heads tell me:
    Put the toast in the toaster; round side down
    It's not my voice
    Whispering behind thoughts
    Put the toast in the toaster; round side down
    It comes again
    Put the toast in the toaster; round side down
    Hunger rumbles in my soul
    Put the toast in the toaster; round side down
    Relentlessly it urges
    Put the toast in the toaster; round side down
    Grab some slices of raisin bread
    Put the toast in the toaster; round side down
    PUT THE TOAST IN THE TOASTER; ROUND SIDE DOWN!

    I give in
    I put the slices in the toaster
    Round side down
    My mind whirls as I wait
    Smelling the bread begin to brown
    Raisins becoming moist bombs
    It comes out
    Butter is applied
    Cinnamon and sugar, too
    I bite
    It tastes the same

    --- Segue Tryptich ---

    Sweet warm crunchiness
    Delicious hot explosions
    Damn I make good toast!

    My jacket comes on
    Go outside to smoke after
    Air biting crisply

    I cough to get off
    And feel a tiny cold pinprick
    Brush my face gently

    --- First Snow ---

    My eyes rose wondrously to the night
    And in my flickering circle of light
    Fairies danced silently
    Miniscule dancers in mad tarantella
    Drifting in breezes being blown helter skelter
    Fairies danced silently
    I exhale a cloud into their midst
    And watch some die and turn to mist
    Quickly the void begins to fill
    As more fairies come until
    Fairies danced silently
    Many die upon my cheek
    My eyes mist up, begin to leak
    Damn this is some mighty fine weed
    I rub my eyes and look again to see
    Fairies danced silently

    --- Round Side Down, Again ---

    The voice is back
    Cut off the neighbor's head!
    Put it in the freezer; round side down!
    Last edited by BlippyTheSlug: 9/26/2011 9:44:54 PM
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  • #251
    i reel
    in a scent
    of brine
    for a spell of time
    and time again
    i am-
    forever sleeping
    drifting toward tomorrow
    this day,
    those days,
    like nowadays;
    is just a fleeting image
    in the crux of things..
    it's a fools race to run if all is lost to be won..
  • #252
    The Trees Have Grown Oranges

    Four fifty-nine a.m.
    A weekend.
    I enter the gas station.
    Swish. Swoosh.
    That's the sound of the doors.
    Where the **** did my friends go?
    There's no one behind the counter.
    I'm the last man on earth.

    All the kings horses,
    trampled on the free.
    Not even the youngest children,
    could speak of peace to me.

    The next morning.
    I wake up, swallowed up by a bean bag chair.
    I'm on my floor. The chair isn't supposed to be here.
    Who's that in my bed?
    Never mind. I don't even care.
    I rise, but it's hard to say I've risen.
    Walk down the hall.
    My mouth can no longer produce saliva.

    All the kings horses,
    trampled on me,
    not even the voice of youngest children,
    could bring peace unto the free.
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  • #253
    Untitled

    Falling through space, suspended in time.
    The crude metal object penetrating flesh.
    Diving through a catacomb, leaving no trace.
    Laid up in bed for days with no commission.
    And all I've got is this stupid brace
    and a car with an automatic transmission.
    Last edited by Yanni: 9/25/2011 7:20:48 PM
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